I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 143 The Earl's Revenge

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Baron walked quickly, the rhythmic screech of his armor echoing down the corridor.

Two guards blocked Baron's way at the bathroom door.

"I have something important to report to Your Excellency!"

Baron said urgently, his brow furrowed.

"The Earl has more important matters to attend to at the moment, please wait patiently for a while."

The guard responded expressionlessly.

They are the Eagle Guard, and they show no respect to anyone except Earl Falcon.

Baron took a deep breath; there was no other way.

He was about to open his mouth to shout when the voice of Earl Falcon came from inside.

Is it Baron?

"Yes, Your Excellency, I have something important to report to you."

Baron answered anxiously.

"come in."

The Earl of Falcon's command came from the bathroom. Two guards stepped aside.

Baron pushed aside the two guards and then pushed open the door and entered.

At this moment, Earl Falcon lay in the huge bathtub, his eyes closed, his head resting on the maid's lap, enjoying himself.

A maid was kneeling in the bathtub, holding Earl Falcon's feet on her chest and carefully trimming his nails.

Both maids were wearing wet, single-layered clothing, and the outlines of their bodies were clearly visible.

Baron quickly lowered his head.

They were all Earl Falcon's favorite playthings, and Baron could not afford to show the slightest disrespect.

"whats the matter?"

Earl Falcon said calmly, his eyes still closed, his tone tinged with impatience.

"Chris's wife and children have disappeared. Even Emina's mother and brother's family have all disappeared."

Baron lowered his head and reported solemnly.

"Ok?"

Earl Falcon opened his eyes, stared at Baron, and questioned him in a deep voice.

"What's going on? What are the guards doing? Are they all useless?"

Knight Baron wanted to explain.

Earl Falcon, wanting to salvage his reputation, deliberately prevented the two soldiers from being discovered.

Therefore, the two soldiers kept a great distance as the count had instructed, not daring to approach, and allowed the family to escape quietly.

But no one can blame the lord for the problem.

Moreover, the two soldiers were indeed careless.

They thought they had blocked the only exit to the village to the north, behind which were mountains covered in thick snow, making it virtually impossible for Amina and her family to escape.

“I have already punished them.”

Baron lowered his head even further. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to let Amina go to her mother's house."

“I have already sent people to search for her. They have found Emina’s trail with hunting dogs and are doing their best to capture her.”

Baron assured him firmly, "Don't worry, I will definitely bring them back."

The bathroom fell silent instantly, with only the faint sound of water remaining.

"I don't want to hear this."

After a long while, Earl Falcon leaned against the barrel and closed his eyes again.

The imagined rage did not materialize.

"Someone must have tipped them off, letting them know something, which is why they ran away."

"Besides Baron Blackpine Ridge, the only one who could deliver the message to them is Baron Harun."

Earl Falcon stated without hesitation, "We need to seal off the territory's borders, especially in the north, and keep a close eye on Harlen's movements."

"Yes, my Lord."

Baron responded.

"But you don't have to worry."

Earl Falcon's voice startled Baron slightly.

Before he could react, Earl Falcon's voice rang out again, icy and chilling.

"Since they don't want to stay here, then send them to their deaths."

Baron was slightly taken aback. Before he could speak, Earl Falcon raised his arm and placed it beside the bathtub, waving it slightly backward: "Alright, you may leave now."

Killing Emina and letting them escape will have the same result.

Even killing Amina would push Chris toward the Baron of Blackpine Ridge.

Earl Falcon's order was clearly irrational.

It was purely a venting of anger.

But Earl Falcon's attitude was that he had already made a complete decision.

Baron had no choice but to nod.

"Yes, Lord Count."

After saying that, Baron lowered his head, backed away from the bathroom, and closed the door behind him.

Before he had gone far, a woman's exclamation came from the bathroom, which made Baron quicken his pace.

Not long after Baron left, two maids left the bathroom fully clothed.

Count Falcon was left alone in the room.

He stood up and took out a rhombus-shaped red crystal from the clothes next to him.

Then, Earl Falcon pressed it into his palm, exerted force, and slashed it hard.

Crimson blood began to seep from the wound. Earl Falcon gripped the red crystal tightly and said slowly,
“The dignity of the Falcon family cannot be trampled upon. Help me kill the Baron of Blackpine Ridge.”

The red crystal shimmered with red light, its brightness fluctuating like breathing.

After a short wait, a hollow sound came from it.

"You understand what the price is."

Earl Falcon's voice was deep and laced with a hint of ruthlessness.
"I will prepare a hundred young souls for you."

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red crystal returned to its calm state.

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The northern edge of Eagle Territory, the entrance to the main road of White Rock Canyon.

The soldier stood behind a wooden spiked fence, stamping his feet to try to ward off the chill that had settled over him and prevent himself from getting frostbite.

Three horse-drawn carriages, laden with goods, slowly made their way toward the checkpoint in Baiyan Canyon, their wheels leaving deep tracks in the snow.

Leading the group was a kind-looking, middle-aged, overweight man, accompanied by three henchmen and thirteen guards.

"stop!"

Before the carriage even got close, the soldiers reached out to stop it, their voices ringing out loudly in the cold air.

"His Excellency the Earl has ordered that passage is prohibited."

"My lord, we are the Icehoof Caravan, and we are under the protection of Marquis Frostblade."

The middle-aged man leading the group stepped forward and respectfully handed over a hide bearing the emblem of the Cold Blade family, along with a money pouch.

However, the soldiers didn't care at all and didn't even look at it.

"Get back!"

The soldier shouted sharply, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

"Alright, alright, sir, please don't act rashly."

The middle-aged man raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm and obediently stepped back.

"Let's go, the adults won't let us pass."

The middle-aged man called out helplessly and waved to his companion.

Just as the caravan crew started pulling the carriages and the convoy was about to leave, the soldier's voice suddenly rang out.

"stop!"

The soldier scrutinized the convoy before him, his eyes gleaming with vigilance.

"Is there anything else you need?"

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, then turned around and smiled ingratiatingly.

The soldier, with sharp eyes, suddenly stepped forward.

The soldier scanned the convoy, looking at the dozen or so people in front of him, before finally fixing his gaze on the middle-aged man and asking in a deep voice, "What's in the truck?"

"Ah, these are all commonly used goods."

The middle-aged man honestly replied, "Clothes, charcoal, cloth, and some grain."

"I need to check. Remove the tarpaulin on top."

"The soldier gave the order."

"Isn't that necessary, sir?"

The middle-aged man's smile was somewhat awkward.
“We’re not going through here, we’re leaving. Do you need to check anything else?”

"Stop talking nonsense! I said I'm checking, so I'm checking. Open it now!"

The soldier shouted loudly, and his rough actions also attracted the attention of his comrades.

The soldiers who had been resting by the fire all stood up alertly, their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Baron has reinforced the guard at this pass leading to Black Pine Ridge.

There were twenty soldiers sitting around the fire, and two more teams in the wooden huts on the hillside.

It is difficult to stand guard here overnight in winter, so the soldiers take turns frequently to prevent them from freezing.

This is common sense in the North.

Therefore, the middle-aged man also knew that there were at least twenty well-equipped soldiers at this sentry post.

"Very well, sir, as you wish."

The middle-aged man couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to obediently lift the tarpaulin, revealing the goods on the truck.

"Open all the barrels and boxes!"

The soldier gave the order impatiently.

"Sir, isn't this unnecessary?"

The middle-aged man's voice held a hint of pleading, "These boxes and barrels are all sealed. If you open them, the goods inside could easily spill out during the bumpy road..."

"I told you to open it!"

The soldier roared, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

The middle-aged man sighed deeply.

He glanced at his companion, then reluctantly jumped onto the carriage, and slowly reached out to touch the wooden box.

The caravan guards stared intently at the middle-aged man, holding their breath, their hands involuntarily reaching for the weapons beside them.

The soldiers on guard duty also kept an eye on the goods on the wagon, ready to act at any moment.

The entire sentry post fell into a deathly silence for a moment, with only the whistling wind in their ears.

The middle-aged man took out a short knife, tapped the wooden box lid with the back of the knife, and began to pry the lid open.

The lid was lifted, and Emina tilted her head back, covering her mouth as she looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man shook his head slightly and turned around.

"Sir, please come up and take a look. This box is too heavy to move."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man quietly turned the hand holding the dagger behind his back.

As the soldier stepped onto the carriage and was about to look at the wooden crate, a series of urgent shouts suddenly came from the hillside behind him.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

With their shouts hoarse and exhausted, the soldiers immediately turned around!

A group of enemies clad in chainmail rushed down like a silver torrent, instantly engulfing the wooden houses on the mountain!
Immediately afterwards, the enemy split up and charged towards the sentry post!
"Get ready to meet the enemy!"

The soldier on the carriage shouted and was about to jump off when a short knife suddenly pierced his chest!

"you!"

The middle-aged man ignored the soldier's struggles, kicked him off the carriage, and his face turned fierce.

"Do it!"

At the same time, the other guards immediately drew their longswords from the carriage and charged at the guards at the checkpoint like tigers!

The sudden turn of events threw the soldiers into a panic!

The guards didn't give them time to react, leaping over the fence and charging at the soldiers!
The sound of metal being cut rang out instantly, and blood splattered with screams, splashing onto the snow like red plum blossoms!

"kill!"

The shouts of killing shook the heaven and the earth.

The caravan guards were exceptionally brave, tearing through the sentry's defensive line from behind!

The enemy troops surging down from the mountain were also well-trained elite forces!
The soldiers, caught off guard, were powerless to fight back and were cut down one after another like leeks, turning into corpses in the cold snow!

(End of this chapter)