Mount & Blade: Pendor Becomes a Dominator Starting with the Creation of a Self-Established Knigh

Chapter 87 Forcibly Breaking into the Mansion

Aino hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and continued, "If Manager Terry doesn't believe me, he can go in and ask the lord right now."

Undeterred, Aino met his gaze and said, word by word, "Is Steward Terry going to defy the Lord's orders?"

She paused, then continued, "If Steward Terry is unwilling to give it to me, I will wait here until the Lord comes out!"

I believe that the lord will surely give us justice!

Aino spoke with absolute certainty, and Terry's face instantly darkened to the point of being scorching.

The lord's angry shouts and roars still echoed in his ears.

The words, "If you're this slow again, you're fired!" echoed repeatedly in his mind, like a sword hanging over his head.

He dares not gamble!

If what Aino said is true, and he dares to disobey the lord's orders again, and if he angers the lord again today, and can't even handle this small matter, then he will really be dismissed!

Moreover, he knew better than anyone what being dismissed meant.

Being dismissed means death!

During his years as supervisor, he had done countless dirty jobs for the lord and knew many of the lord's shady secrets.

He looked at Aino's unusually calm face, his heart burning with hatred, yet he was utterly helpless!

Terry's expression shifted, and finally, gritting his teeth, he wrote a note and handed it to the young servant beside him: "Go, take her to the finance department to collect the reward!"

Upon hearing this, Ai Nuo's face lit up with joy, and the fingers that had been clenching his palm slowly relaxed.

She was trembling slightly, unable to control herself, and Terry's angry shout of "Get out!" made her jump even more.

In the corridor, the young servant standing at the door of the lord's study heard everything clearly, and a barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

He'd disliked Terry for a long time!

They treated him like dirt, and in his opinion, even the lord had never treated him like that!

Even if he had done so, it was all thanks to the lord's cultivation of him!

Terry is greedy and incompetent. He's been in the manager's position for so many years, he should have been fired long ago!

Now, a mere young girl has swindled a thousand dinars from me!

What an enormous fortune this is! It could buy at least a hundred sheep!

Just because the incompetent Terry was afraid of the lord's wrath, he was tricked out of his life!

He was determined to find an opportunity to obtain the note Terry had written and bring the matter to the lord's attention.

Aino, carrying a large bag of denars, walked out of the main castle, still feeling lingering fear.

Upon seeing his companions, he immediately raised his head high.

"Captain Aino, how is it?"

A fellow villager asked, his voice full of worry.

Aino didn't say anything, but simply raised the bag in her hand high and shook it vigorously.

"Ding ding ding~~"

In an instant, everyone realized for the first time that the sound of large amounts of silver dinars colliding with each other was actually this!

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Everyone, including God, instantly forgot their previous unpleasantness, surrounded Aino, packed their equipment, and headed towards the lower city.

Meanwhile, in the back alley of the sheriff's residence.

Old Járrolf was pacing back and forth in the alley with his hands behind his back.

His hair was already gray, his back was somewhat hunched, and his face was full of deep sorrow.

Rolf had a daughter late in life, over forty years old, and his wife died in childbirth while giving birth to Anya.

He single-handedly raised Anya from infancy, feeding her goat milk and changing her diapers every day.

Anya is his life now! She is his entire future! She is the sole meaning of his existence!

He would rather starve to death himself than let Anya suffer any injustice.

The attitude of this distant relative, his cousin, filled him with fear and unease.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if something happened to Anya.

He had been wandering in this back alley for a long time, and finally, his worries overcame his hesitation about offending distant relatives.

Without further hesitation, Rolf took advantage of the fact that his cousin, the sheriff, was not at home, gripped his ironwood cane tightly, and turned to walk towards the main gate of the sheriff's residence.

Upon arriving at the main gate, the young attendant guarding the gate recognized him.

"Mr. Rolf, what brings you here again?" the servant asked.

"Young man, as you know, I'm your sheriff's cousin—"

"I have a question for you. Is there a girl named Anya in there?"

The attendant hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Mr. Rolf, Miss Anya is indeed here, but—"

But my master wants to marry her off to the lord's foolish young master! Anya refused, so my master locked her up!

"What?!"

Rolf was struck dumb, his mind went blank for a moment.

He stumbled, utterly incredulous that his distant cousin would do such a thing!

"Is Anya really inside?"

Before the young servant could reply, Rolf shoved him away.

Ignoring the servants' attempts to stop him and their shouts, he leaned on his cane and rushed into the sheriff's residence.

"Anya! Anya! Where are you?!"

Rolf's voice was hoarse and loud, echoing through the empty mansion.

Hearing the shouts, the servants inside the house quickly surrounded him, trying to stop him.

Krolf was now blinded by rage, and he brandished his ironwood cane, making it impossible for anyone to get close.

He continued to rush in and vaguely heard his daughter's faint response.

"It's Anya!"

Rolf followed the sound and suddenly lifted the cellar lid, finally finding his daughter inside.

The cellar was dimly lit, and a damp, musty smell wafted through the air.

Rolf felt a pang of heartache. Anya was standing in the cellar, while the ladder had been moved outside.

Rolf quickly lowered the ladder, and soon Anya climbed up it.

"Dad, I—I thought I'd never see you again!"

As the girl spoke, she suddenly threw herself into Rolf's arms and burst into tears.

"Good child, don't cry, Daddy's here, Daddy's here to take you away!"

Rolf held his daughter tightly, his eyes filled with tears of heartache.

"Let's go, I don't want to stay here anymore," Anya cried, clutching Rolf's sleeve tightly.

"Okay, let's go, let's go now!"

Rolf helped his frail daughter and walked outside.

Just then, the old steward, having received the news, hurriedly arrived with two servants.

"Mr. Rolf, you cannot take her away until our masters return!" the old butler said sternly.

"Get out of here!"

Rolf roared, shielding Anya behind him. "She's my daughter! I can take her wherever I want! That bastard Ramsey has no right to decide my daughter's future!"

"Don't be ungrateful!" the old butler said, waving his hand. Two servants behind him immediately rushed forward.

Although Rolf was old and his energy had declined, he was still a formidable man at level forty. Even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, and he was far beyond the capabilities of these few servants.

He held the ironwood cane in one hand and struck the thighs of the two servants several times. The two men fell to the ground instantly, writhing and howling in pain as they clutched their thighs.

Seeing this, the old butler also steeled himself and rushed forward.

Rolf's eyes flashed with anger, and before he could get close, he kicked him right in the chest.

The old butler grunted and flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily to the ground. He clutched his chest, coughed violently, spat out a mouthful of blood, and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Hurry up!"

Rolf grabbed Anya's hand, half-supporting and half-embracing her, and quickly rushed out of the sheriff's residence.

Rolf didn't know whether the old butler was dead or not, but he knew that Ramsey would not give up easily!

He grabbed Anya and ran desperately towards the outside of the city fortress.

He had nowhere else to go; the only place he could go now was to Roger's place!

Golden sunlight streamed down on the figures of the father and daughter, supporting each other as they ran, their two shadows, one long and one short, gradually lengthening until they merged together.