Lord of the North

"Let's stop here for today's discussion for the time being. If there is any situation, I will send someone to inform you." He smiled.

"In that case, the old man will take his leave first." Earl Inge said a little tiredly.

"The old earl must have a good rest after returning home." Thatchelch looked concerned.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your concern."

The two seem to be on good terms, but...

"This old guy."

When the figure of Earl Inge disappeared from a distance, the smile on Thatcherki's face disappeared, and he cursed angrily through gritted teeth.

"This old guy is too flattering." A gorgeously dressed nobleman next to him also echoed and cursed in a low voice.

His name was Gino Neal, he was average in appearance, and his figure looked very strong, but his body hollowed out by wine and sex could not support him in a duel at all.

He is a viscount lord with only a thousand people under his command. In this megalithic fortress, he is Thatcher's loyal dog, even his own sister was sent to Thatcher's bed by him.

"Hmph, if I don't think he is still useful, I will definitely find a chance to kill him!" Thatcherch said bitterly, feeling embarrassed to be slapped in the face in public.

"My lord, maybe we can think of an excuse to let him go up to the city wall to defend against the enemy. We can't blame us for dying on it, right?" Jino rolled his eyes and came up with a poisonous plan.

"Isn't that good?" Thatcher was a little embarrassed, it's easy to be falsely accused, and people will use this matter for personal attacks in the future.

Letting an old man in his sixties go up the city wall to kill the enemy is not like what a nobleman should do.

"Oh, leave this to me." Kino patted his chest, indicating that it was on him.

"Didn't he ask to guard the fortress? We can give him an army to go up the city wall. I will provoke him again. For the honor of his family, it is impossible for him not to go up the city wall to supervise the battle!"

The meaning is obvious, don't you, Earl Inge, want to stick to the fortress? Alright, I'll give you soldiers, go, if you don't go, you will betray what you said, and it will be an insult to your family's honor!

Under such circumstances, Earl Inge, an old man who regards honor as his life, will definitely die generously for the glory of his family!

"Will he be fooled?" Thatchelch asked worriedly. Will Earl Inge follow such an obvious conspiracy?

"If he doesn't go, we'll send his soldiers out of the fortress and let them face the Lion Principality head-on!" Jino said viciously, this was an aboveboard frame-up.

"Will it arouse his resistance?"

"My lord, his family is still in the kingdom!" Jino's tone was gloomy.

"Very well, then I'll leave it to you." Thatcherki patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully.

Doing this kind of thing still needs a scapegoat. In the future, someone will take the blame if something happens. This is one of the reasons why he reuses Jino. This kind of shameless and cruel villain is indeed a rare scapegoat.

"Yes, my lord!" Gino gritted his teeth, even if he was being used as a scapegoat, he would admit it. If he could return to the territory alive this time, thatcher would not treat him badly.

...

"Charlie." After closing the door, Earl Inger, who returned to his residence, seemed to be ten years old, and he called his confidant weakly.

"My lord!" Charlie is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He is dressed in black and looks very capable. There is a thick layer of calluses on his palms. He should be a strong warrior.

But there was no fluctuation of extraordinary power in him.

"Have you been with me for more than twenty years?" Earl Inge said, staring into Charlie's eyes.

"Yes, my lord, I have been by your side for twenty-seven years." Charlie's expression remained unchanged, his eyes nostalgic.

"I have something for you to do now,

Are you worthy of my 100% trust? "

"My life is yours, and your order is everything to me." Charlie Wenyan knelt down on the ground without hesitation, and said in a deep voice, with a little bit of choking in his voice.

"I'll write a letter right now, and you take it back to the territory and give it to Owen. No matter what he decides, I hope you can always protect him." Earl Inge's eyes were heavy, thinking that he might never see himself again Sorry dear grandson.

"My lord..." Charlie asked suddenly looking up, looking at him in disbelief, as if he was telling his last words.

"Thatcher will not let there be a second voice in the fortress. I don't have much time." Earl Inger sighed. He had guessed countless ways to die, but he didn't expect to be killed by the young man in the end. framed.

"However, even if I die, I will die on the battlefield instead of dying in this tortoise shell." Earl Inge regretted it now, why didn't he hand over his power to protect himself wisely like Marquis Asa?

In the end, it is still my own greed.

"I didn't listen to Owen's advice and joined the Garcia family's camp. Now I regret it. They are not people who can conspire with big things. Let Owen leave and stay away from them."

While talking, Earl Inge walked to the table and laid out a piece of parchment on which he wrote something.

"Owen's parents left early. I was useless. I couldn't find out what the cause of their death was. I didn't let him continue to get in touch with this aspect these years because I was afraid that the people behind the scenes would be against him."

Now he looks like an old man in his late twilight, babbling and telling his juniors, he doesn't look like the high-spirited old earl at all.

"My lord, don't talk about it, you will be fine." Charlie said with tears in his eyes.

"Let me say a few more words, I won't have the chance to chat with you in the future." He stared at the parchment in front of him benevolently, as if his grandson was right in front of him.

Charlie looked sadly at the old man who was writing a letter at the table, and thought about how high-spirited he was when he first met him, and he fought with a group of old brothers, attracting countless strong men to join him.

When did it start? Charlie couldn't remember clearly, the giant in his eyes began to become greedy, selfish, timid in doing things, and no longer as brave as before.

The earliest group of strong men who followed him died, some left him, the former giant disappeared, and some were just the Earl of Inge from the Kingdom of Lopez, whose vanity and interests buried him.

"Let's go, go now! Go and give him the letter, first find the Marquis of Asa, and then go to the north." Finally, while Charlie was reminiscing about the past, Earl Inger finished his home letter.

"The kingdom is destined not to fall into the hands of the Garcia family forever. Let him pursue royal orthodoxy. Only he can quell all this."

Earl Inge's face was serious. He thought that as long as Jason was not very stupid and Marquis Asa was there to assist him, Lopez's mess would be judged again.

"My lord..." Charlie tightly clutched the letter in his hand.

"And you?"

"Me?" Earl Inge smiled heartily, and picked up the sword in his hand.

"Although I am old, I can still dance this sword!"