Imperial Crown.

Chapter 141 Loose Sand
With clanging sounds, various weapons fell into a pool of blood.

The personal soldiers lined up silently behind Raven, each of them with fresh blood on their bodies. With their devil-like hideous masks, they looked like a powerful army that had really emerged from hell!

Mantheni also dropped her crossbow. She looked up at Raven and said, "Come on."

This made Raven stunned: "What?"

"Why are you pretending, little bee?" Mantheni opened her arms and straightened her chest, closing her eyes at the same time: "I know what you want, hurry up, finish it quickly, and then get out!"

Lux gave Raven a scrutinizing look.

Seeing that his bright image was about to collapse, Raven coughed heavily and quickly changed the subject: "... Let's go inside and talk."

Lux took two quick steps and came behind Raven.

Mantheni looked at Raven suspiciously, then looked at Lux behind him, feeling confused and uncertain.

Will the little bee also change its nature one day?
Arriving at the reception room, Raven sat down on the sofa wrapped in gold thread with ease and took a bottle of wine from the shelf next to him: "Oh, Angel's Tears, it tastes good."

Mantheni was in a bad mood. Not only had Raven just killed many of her men, but more importantly, the seat where Raven was sitting was supposed to be her father's.

But Mantheni had to admit that Raven's posture while sitting on the sofa was impeccable. Although he looked casual, his every move had a majesty far beyond that of her father.

For a moment she felt extremely strange.

Is this still the Raven she knew?

After pouring wine for Lux and himself, Raven asked, "Where is your father?"

Mantheni glanced at Raven: "...captured by Honduras."

The reason why there are so many people here today is because Mantheni wants to kill the Broken Tooth Gang and rescue her father.

"You deserve it." Raven said.

"You...!" Mantheni was enraged, but she didn't dare to lose her temper.

Raven didn't care what she thought: "The undead army of the Death Hand Cult has entered the city."

Mantheni's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to ask, she heard Raven continue, "I need the people of the Silver Hand Brotherhood to spread out and gather intelligence - how many Death Hand bases there are in the lower city, where they are, and where there are signs of undead activity in the city."

After all, he is a scout. He can't just wander around when he goes out. He has to do something serious.

"Save my father and I'll promise you!" Mantheni said courageously.

"Go do your work first." Raven said without question, "If you do well enough, I will consider it."

Mantheni's face darkened. "Raven, I know you are a baron now, but don't forget that the Silver Hand Brotherhood was able to gain a foothold in Mon'en City because of the people behind it..."

"The Slater family is backing us." Raven took over the conversation: "I know, but even if I kill you here today, will the Slater family still come to trouble me?"

Raven took a sip of Angel's Tears and said, "The three major gangs in downtown are all dogs of the Slater family. If one dies today, there will be a more obedient one tomorrow."

"You don't think that just because your father has the title of 'knight', he is really a human being, do you?"

Mantheni's face turned pale, and she looked at Raven with a hint of hatred, but she was unable to refute Raven's words.

"Face the reality." Raven said calmly, "Mon'en City has been breached, and the lower city will soon fall. The Slater family can't even take care of themselves, so how can they take care of you?"

"If you want to live, do good things for me."

Taking a deep breath, Mantheni clenched her fists and said, "Your will will be carried out."

"Lord Baron!"

After saying that, he turned and walked away.

Looking at the departing figure, Raven showed a smile on his face.

The once unattainable mafia lady now obeys me, this feeling...

wonderful!
Lux glanced at him with a hint of curiosity, and Raven straightened his clothes and restrained his expression.

There has never been a shortage of experts in dealing with corpses in the gangs. Soon the bodies in the square were taken away and the bloodstains were cleaned up. Apart from the faint smell of blood in the air, there was no trace of a fight.

Raven stood by the window, looking down at the square from above, feeling a little emotional.

When he was hanging around in Meng'en City, his most arrogant ambition was to become a small leader, managing a dozen people, without having to run around every day, and he could live a comfortable and decent life just by relying on commissions.

But now, he stood in the study of the president of the Silver Hand Brotherhood, dominating the fate of the entire gang.

The once high and mighty president was now an ant that could be crushed to death at any time in his eyes.

Things are unpredictable!
It was getting dark. The members of the Silver Hand Brotherhood who returned from all directions gathered the news and gave it to Mantheni, who then sorted it out and handed it to Raven.

After finishing her report, she hurriedly left the study, as if she was afraid that Raven would do something to her.

Raven didn't pay attention to her. After confirming that there was no problem with the information, he left Eric behind to protect Lux, and returned to the temporary camp of the Fourth Legion with a team of personal soldiers.

The consequences of the city's fall began to emerge. Scattered cannon fodder skeletons began to appear on the streets, and in some places, corpses could be seen lying on the roadside. When he returned to the city gate, Raven found that some of the follow-up supplies had been delivered, and the camp had begun to take shape. Raven also saw some soldiers from the Iron Legion.

Entering the Fourth Legion's camp, Raven happened to catch the tail end of a military meeting.

The topic of discussion was when to go deeper.

During the discussion, Raven learned that although Minsk led his team to the point where the city was broken, they were attacked by the Hand of Death Cult at all costs. The Iron Brigade lost nearly two hundred people in one battle. Minsk himself was ambushed by the Necromancer and had to retreat to the inner city under the protection of his personal guards.

Some soldiers of the Iron Legion were separated from the main force and retreated here.

If the entrance cannot be blocked, the army of the Hand of Death will be able to pour in without any scruples. At that time, the camp here will no longer be safe, and we must retreat to the inner city and reunite with the Slater family.

This was also unanimously agreed upon by all the nobles.

But the problem is that the city of Mon'en has never been a fortress, but a fully functional city with dense and narrow streets, making it impossible for the army to deploy. If they want to reach the inner city, street fighting is inevitable.

But street fighting is too dangerous. Even the fourth-level Minsk was seriously injured and his life was in danger. How could they be any better?

The nobles held different opinions. A small number of people thought that they should continue to gather together and advance inward together; most of them thought that they should break up into smaller groups, with each leading their own army, so that the target would be smaller and their strength could be better preserved.

The majority of people supported breaking up the whole into smaller units. If the group moved forward, who could resist the dragon's breath that fell from the sky? Who could survive?
Therefore, even though Viscount John tried his best to maintain it, the Fourth Legion, which had just been formed not long ago, still collapsed.

After everyone dispersed, Raven followed Viscount John to his tent.

Viscount John's face was full of fatigue and his eye sockets were sunken. As soon as he entered the tent, he sighed deeply: "Alas..."

"Commander, are you worried about the situation?" Raven asked.

"Little guy, you have a really poisonous tongue." Viscount John shook his head and chuckled: "The legion will be disbanded soon, so there is no need for a legion commander."

"Actually, if we really want to maintain the legion, there is a way." Raven said, gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Viscount John saw Raven's actions, paused slightly, and said, "Indeed, your method is indeed good. If I were twenty years younger, I might do the same."

The method Raven mentioned was to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys. He would pick out the two who jumped the most and had the lowest rank and kill them on the spot. After all, they were fighting against the Hand of Death for the sake of justice, and no one could find fault with them.

Lord John saw this, but he couldn't do it.

Killing people to establish authority is good, but it will also bring endless troubles. If he were twenty years younger, he would be able to control himself, but now he is old, his ambition to achieve great things has long been extinguished, and he does not want to leave enemies for his descendants, especially mortal enemies.

Raven understood Viscount John's thoughts and did not force him. He just handed over the information he had collected.

Viscount John took it, glanced at it quickly and put it aside, then sighed with regret.

This information was indeed very detailed, which made Viscount John more convinced of Raven's value.

With Raven, the scout captain who grew up in Mon'en City, it would be much more convenient if the Fourth Legion could act together, but now people's hearts are scattered.

Not only the Fourth Legion, but also the First and Third Legions, in addition to the Second Legion, have fallen apart.

The only hope comes from the inner city. If Minsk can come out healthy and reunite with everyone, or if Earl Tyrone comes forward, it may be possible to bring the scattered sand together.

At midnight that day, news did come from the inner city.

The message was simple - whoever could reach the inner city would gain the friendship of the Slater family.

The friendship of the Earl family!
This was a temptation that the nobles could not refuse, and everyone's minds became active for a moment.

Even the Second Legion, which was originally quite united, was turned into a mess. After all, no one wanted to fall behind others.

That night, two nobles quietly sneaked out of the camp and headed towards the inner city.

What the Slater family is doing is simply drinking poison to quench thirst.

But for Raven himself, this is good news.

After all, when it comes to familiarity with the City of Mon'en, even the members of the Slater family would probably find it difficult to compare with him.

After bidding farewell to Viscount John and Judra, Raven led his men to explore three roads leading to the inner city, but two of them had been blocked by undead creatures, and one was physically destroyed.

Raven was not in a hurry about this. He couldn't find a way in, so other nobles couldn't find it either!
That night, Raven rested at the headquarters of the Silver Hand Brotherhood.

Over the next few days, members of the Silver Hand Brotherhood spread out, gradually suffering casualties, and the news they brought back became increasingly explosive.

Undead creatures began to roam the streets, demolishing houses and killing people in an organized manner. Some of the scattered nobles remained in the camp, and anyone who tried to rush into the inner city either returned in disgrace or never came back.

The Silver Hand Brotherhood even found a Viscount's half-decapitated head.

That afternoon, Raven was sitting in his study, reading a book leisurely. It must be said that although the Silver Hand Brotherhood is a gang, it does have a large collection of books, many of which come with illustrations.

Mantheni began her routine report again. Most of the content was unremarkable, but the last sentence successfully caught Raven's attention:
"Mercy Moon Orphanage is surrounded by undead forces."

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(End of this chapter)