I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 296 The Price of Loyalty and Betrayal
Kuang Chuan, who had been hacking through the street, looked at the old man in front of him strangely. This was one of the men Connie had brought. Because of him, Prince Chris had asked him to suspend the siege.

Has a quest been triggered?
"what's going on?"

He slashed through the street and asked Connie in a slightly impolite tone, because he was a little unhappy that the siege had been interrupted.

Connie stared at the man in the black coat and skull cap. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her coat. She could feel the oppressive aura emanating from the man who had been slashing through the street. His eyes, hidden in the shadow of the skull cap, were coldly watching her.

Connie couldn't help but feel fear towards the judge. As the head of the Military Affairs Department's intelligence office, she knew better than the average person what the butcher had done by hacking down an entire street. The number of people this butcher had killed in one winter could have filled a moat.

Valentine, standing to the side, also cautiously observed the man called the Inquisitor. The latter's bloody aura and murderous intent were almost tangible, causing the old knight's muscles to tense involuntarily.

After Connie told Crazy Cut a Street everything in detail, a mission interface immediately popped up in front of him.

The corners of his mouth, which had been drooping, immediately turned up after he chopped down the street.

Wow, just a short wait and there's this amazing thing?
This is a main quest!

Pausing the siege isn't really a big problem.

Thinking of hacking down an entire street, he turned to look at Valentine, revealing what he considered a benevolent smile.

“Speak, Valentine… um, sir, how do you intend to save your son?”

Valentine was stunned, not only by the judge's sudden change in attitude and smile, but also by how to save his son. He had never thought about this question, because before intercepting the important figure's entourage, he never thought he would succeed.

Valentine was completely focused on either succeeding or dying, so that he could avoid facing his wife's despair after his son's death.

"Anything is fine?"

Valentine asked cautiously.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he hacked through the street, his black leather glove lightly rubbing against the hilt of his sword.

“Since Prince Chris has given the order, I will naturally spare no effort to complete the mission.”

Prince Chris?
I just stopped His Highness's entourage!
Valentine, the old knight from the old era, suddenly felt dizzy and his knees went weak. He originally thought he had just stopped a nobleman, but he did not expect it to be the prince's party!
This realization instantly drained the color from his aged face.

"Me, me."

Valentine's voice was dry, like sandpaper rubbing, and he instinctively knelt on one knee.

"Your Highness is merciful."

He watched with amusement as the old knight reacted in a frenzy, the words "Redemption of the Old Knight" flashing on his quest panel. He reached out and patted Valentine on the shoulder, the force so strong that the old knight almost fell over.

"Don't be nervous, old man."

The tone that had been slashing down an entire street suddenly became lighthearted.

"Then your son will definitely survive...if he wasn't killed by bullets and cannonballs during the previous siege..."

……

Since there was an important figure inside the castle, the originally leisurely siege plan was naturally interrupted. The plan to carve up a whole street had to be discussed with the players who were his inquisitor followers.

However, there was really nothing to discuss. After Kuangkan Yitiao showed them the mission and shared it with them, they strongly suggested using aggressive tactics to attack the city and even volunteered to sign up.

After selecting a group of the most capable assault teams, the siege forces once again roared with gunfire, covering the assault teams as they rushed to the castle and reached the city gate.

The rest is history. The siege spears blasted a large hole in the dilapidated wooden city gate with a loud explosion, and the assault team rushed in. The outcome was essentially decided. The only obstacle in my mind was that the assault team players needed to be slow when attacking to avoid accidentally killing Little Valentine.

Fortunately, although young Valentine was stupid, he wasn't hopelessly stupid. After the players had hacked through the entire castle, they found the trembling young man in the dark of the castle's cellar.

Clearly, after the players began their siege, the young man, who was probably only sixteen years old, realized that something was wrong and immediately hid in the cellar.

He huddled behind the barrel, his face pale, clutching a rusty short sword tightly in his hand, the tip of which was still trembling.

“Found it!”

One player shouted excitedly, his torch illuminating little Valentine's terrified face.

Little Valentine was so frightened by the group of blood-soaked, murderous strangers that he could barely speak and stammered out the lies he had prepared beforehand.

"No, please don't kill me. I'm just a chef's apprentice."

He slashed through the street, pushing aside other players as he stepped forward. He took off his blood-stained skull cap and revealed what he considered a friendly smile.

"Don't be afraid, young man. Your dad sent us to pick you up."

"Father?"

Little Valentine's eyes widened even more.

"Is he still alive?"

"Not only are they alive, but they also have a bright future ahead of them."

He slashed through the street, grinned, and revealed his gleaming white teeth.

"He's about to earn you a fortune...if he's not lying."

Although Chris didn't say it, based on what players know about him, they know that if Valentine can lead the players close to the old man and then he dies, his son will definitely receive a rich reward.

Before he finished speaking, Valentine rushed into the cellar. When he saw his son huddled in a corner, the old knight, who had once been invincible on the battlefield, suddenly burst into tears like a child.

"Father."

Little Valentine stood up shakily, and the short sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

The touching scene of the father and son recognizing each other made several players burst into laughter. As he watched the information on the mission interface change while hacking through the street, he grinned even more.

"Alright, Valentine, now that your son has been rescued, you should tell me what some of the traitors look like, what their names are, and where they live."

Valentine took a deep breath, released his son from his arms, turned and nodded heavily to the judge.

The old knight felt a pang of guilt, but when he thought of his son, and then of the order given by the grandson of the king he served on behalf of his request, he immediately felt at ease.

Knights are born to give everything to their lords, but I have never been loyal to the king's son and do not need to fulfill any feudal obligations to him. I have only taken his money and have an employer-mercenary relationship.

While it's somewhat unethical for a mercenary to betray their employer... what does a contract secured by money matter compared to a knight's loyalty?

Valentine straightened his hunched back, and his cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened.

“Your Honor, I am willing to tell you everything I know. First, there is Gareth 'Iron Hand' of Waltradnoy, who was ostensibly an officer in the Republic's garrison, but secretly a gangster boss, and in reality, he was the former king's black glove…”

(End of this chapter)