Working Prophet

Camzi, the head of the Trelles family, and Fabrice, the head of the Popo family, were on the left and right sides of the wooden boat, guarding the sleeping person inside.

Hells noticed that the body on the boat was covered with silk, and he stepped forward to take another look at his father.

However, when he lifted the silk cloth above, he was stunned, and then he heard Kamzi lower his voice.

"My lord, it's all because of our bad guards, the Marquis, his head was cut off by a traitor and handed over to those dwarves.

"After we defeated the dwarves, we interrogated some prisoners and learned that the adults' heads had been sent to the dwarf kingdom, so we could only replace them with wooden carvings."

Hears clenched his fists, obviously he was trying his best to restrain the anger in his chest.

Seeing this, the female lord asked someone to press a prisoner over.

Unlike those dwarves, this was a half-orc prisoner, and Hells also recognized him. It was Morse who had previously gone on an expedition with Marquis Cullen and was responsible for the logistics of the army.

Miss Rabbit actually admired this guy's acting skills. When the two met for the first time, Morse had been urging her to rush into the mountains to rescue Marquis Cullen.

The urgency and annoyance he showed were completely flawless, and the arrow on his arm was hit for real.

If it weren't for the guards who thought they were dead and wanted to escape later, it would be difficult for the female lord to suspect this loyal grain officer.

Even until they left the valley and returned to Solid Rock Castle, Morse cried loudly in front of the body of Marquis Cullen, imploring Miss Rabbit to take him with her when she led an army to the dwarf kingdom in the future to avenge the Marquis together.

As a result, the female lord didn't talk nonsense, and the next moment she pulled out the dueling pistol at her waist, and directly pressed it on Morse's forehead.

Morse had personally seen the terrifying power of this holy artifact before, and under the deterrence of the title of Maiden Champion, he dared not even move.

Miss Rabbit exposed Morse's identity as a traitor on the spot, but Morse insisted that he was framed by those guards without knowing it.

The female lord was not in a hurry and called the dwarf prince Ollie to confront Mors. In addition, Miss Rabbit also found Mors's autographed letter from Jerome's military tent.

With all the personal and material evidence, Morse finally stopped pleading.

In just a few days after he pleaded guilty, his beard and hair turned completely white, and he seemed to have aged hundreds of years overnight.

When he was pushed in front of Hulse, Hulse almost didn't recognize him at first sight.

The new head of the Figuerola family tried hard to suppress the killing intent in his heart, and looked at Morse Road.

"Why? Why did you betray my father and this land?"

Morse's expression deteriorated, and he managed to squeeze out a miserable smile.

"There is no reason. Those dwarves promised to make my territory bigger and pay me a large sum of money. I couldn't resist this temptation."

Hearing this, Hells almost pulled out the sword from his waist.

"Do you know how much my father trusts you and puts you in charge of the army's food and fodder? And tell me, have my family ever done anything to disgrace your family over the years..."

"Master Hells, what's the point of talking about this now?" Morse interrupted Hells, bowing his head.

"If you want to avenge your father and other dead people, you can kill me now."

"No, you can't die yet, you haven't told me where your accomplice, Ilkander, who killed my father is.

"I heard people say that the last time he showed up in the western region was to go to the Fortress you were stationed at. What are you two planning?"

Morse shook his head, "I didn't know at that time that he also took refuge with those dwarves, had his men killed, and put him in a dungeon, but he disappeared after that."

"Disappeared?"

"Yes, he just disappeared out of thin air."

"Do you think I look like a fool?" Hulse's eyes flashed a murderous intent.

"I can swear that everything I said before is true. I have no friendship with Ilkand. I have already fallen into this situation, and there is no reason to protect him anymore."

Morse pleaded, "I have only one request at this point, and I hope you will order me to be executed immediately, so that I can atone for the great mistake I committed."

"How can there be such a good thing." Hals said coldly.

"I don't believe you went to those dwarves just for land and money. If you don't torture everything you know, you won't die so easily."

After Hells finished speaking, he asked the iron mask on the side to detain Morse.

Seeing that the sheriff was about to leave, Miss Rabbit quickly stopped him, "Wait, there's another one."

As she spoke, she asked Thomas to bring the dwarf prince over. She pointed at Ollie and said, "He seems to be the younger brother of the dwarf king Here. I captured him after defeating the dwarf army."

Hulse glanced at Ollie.

Unlike Morse, who was heartbroken, although the dwarf prince looked a little haggard, he did not give up on himself.

And Miss Rabbit didn't intentionally abuse him, because of his status, he could get one more meal a day compared to other prisoners.

Seeing Hells looking at him, Ollie looked back generously, without fear.

However, his face froze when he heard what the female lord said next.

"If you feel bad and want to find someone to chop him, you can chop him." Miss Rabbit suggested.

However, Hells shook his head, "The commander of that dwarf army has been killed by your men, and I have no interest in the remaining people. Of course, I will never forget this hatred.

"In the future, I will definitely lead my troops to the other side of the Dragon's Back Mountains and personally teach those dwarves a lesson they will never forget."

Hel paused, then continued, "According to the empire's tradition, these prisoners are now yours, and you can do with them whatever you want."

"Huh?" The female lord was startled, "Wait a minute, did you just say you don't want this dwarf prince, or do you want all the dwarf captives?"

"Everyone." Hells said, "The dungeons of Rock Snow City cannot hold so many people."

"I can't find that many cells to hold them in." Miss Rabbit couldn't help but feel troubled.

"And there are more than 10,000 mouths. To lock them up will cost a lot of money every day just for food."

"Then you can kill them all too."

"In this case... wouldn't it be a bit too cruel?" The female lord scratched her head, "Forget it, I will ask Prophet Merlin when he comes back."

Miss Rabbit then went into town with Hulls and attended a celebratory luncheon.

At the luncheon, Hells once again praised the female lord for her bravery and skill in using soldiers. However, he never mentioned the reward that Miss Rabbit cared about most, which was not as refreshing as the previous payment after the dragon-slaying battle.

The female lord felt anxious.

Although she won a big victory this time, the bleeding was also serious. Before entering the mountain, she made a bold statement, saying that for every dwarf she killed, she would get two golden lions from her.

At that time, the female lord thought that there should be at most ten thousand enemies in the mountain, but she didn't know that there were so many dwarves coming this time.

Now, as glorious as the victory is, the loss is as painful as it is.

The reason why Miss Rabbit rushed back to Yanxue City in such a hurry was to bring back the body of Marquis Cullen and the prisoners on hand. Secondly, she was also anxious to recover blood and wanted to get some wool from the wealthy Figuerola family.

The female lord thought that although she failed to save Marquis Cullen, her achievements this time should be considerable.

She not only rescued the three thousand people trapped in the Gravel Valley, but also foiled the dwarves' plot to invade the Western Territory and successfully defended the land.

No matter what, it must be worth... seventy or eighty thousand.

However, when the female lord turned her urgent eyes to the new head of the Figuerola family, the latter just raised his glass and urged everyone to have another drink.