Chapter 80

"Go, mobilize our armed personnel."

"Where to?"

"To guard the City Lord, to do our part for the Marquis!"

The City Lord is in distress; sending charcoal in the snow.

This heaven-sent opportunity to curry favor must be seized!

A smart person thought of this point, so very quickly a group of slave traders wanting to curry favor with Marquis Bosier, bringing their own armed squads, followed the local garrison, and after a round of mediation, they successfully joined in under the identity of assisting the army.

"Everyone, you all have the heart for it."

"Not at all; the Marquis has done so much for us, how could we watch the Marquis be assassinated by villains without any response? Naturally we must also come and contribute our meager strength!"

【Hypocritical, too fucking hypocritical!】

The slave trader who spoke was being fiercely criticized in their hearts by the group of slave traders represented below, but on the surface, everyone put on a display of hypocritical flattery.

After all, with this many people coming, the Marquis might not remember who came, but who didn't come — that is very easily remembered.

"What about Benben? Why didn't he come?"

【There, right now an unlucky bastard who didn't come has been remembered!】

Everyone looked at the obvious displeasure on Marquis Bosier's face and thought darkly.

It is said colleagues are rivals; the slave traders here practically wished the other slave traders hadn't come.

"Find a notebook and record for me: exactly who came, and who didn't."

Marquis Bosier immediately ordered someone to make a record.

Those who came need only offer thanks in passing; as for those who didn't come, afterward he would definitely find trouble for them, make those who didn't come pay a sufficient price.

Simply put, another reason to demand money was found by him.

However, after making a simple record, Marquis Bosier discovered that besides that major slave trader Benben, it seemed all the other slave traders in the city had come.

【Hmph, count these bastards lucky, they unexpectedly all came.】

Marquis Bosier was somewhat disappointed, and decided in his heart to recover this loss from Benben.

Local garrison + slave traders' private armed forces, the entire troop exceeded five thousand in number, and just like that they surged mightily through the city toward the City Lord's Mansion.

This scene made the city residents dodge one after another; only after the army passed did these people discuss animatedly, discussing what exactly had happened to trigger such a large-scale mobilization of troops.

"I knew the situation would turn out like this."

Merad stood on a residential building rooftop, gazing at the army surging mightily toward the City Lord's direction, looking like he had predicted it long ago.

"Should we make a move to attack that army?"

Esdeath stood beside her and asked, looking eager to fight.

"You're crazy, want to frontally attack an army?"

"Can't I?"

"In a city environment, if the army just forms ranks and fires a volley, can you dodge or can you block?"

Merad raised an objective question; Esdeath thought for a moment and found she truly couldn't dodge, nor block it.

"Unless it's in a wilderness environment, otherwise us wanting to rely solely on individual strength to wipe out a thousand-man army is simply an impossible thing, so, right now, let's just obediently follow behind and watch our boy's performance!"

Merad said this.

"Mm, I admit what you say makes sense, but I want to correct one point."

"What?"

"Broly isn't your boy, but mine and Akame's and the others' boy."

Esdeath said seriously.

Merad: "..."

This guy's sense of possession is still this strong, even though he's clearly someone else's private property.

The army soon arrived near the City Lord's Mansion; the rumbling marching movement also alerted the young guards faithfully standing duty at the City Lord's Mansion front gate.

Upon seeing the army, the young guard's face lit up with joy, he waved his arm and ran toward the army, but this action made the vanguard soldiers raise their rifles and aim at him.

"Marquis, is that the assassin?"

"No, that's just the City Lord's gate guard."

"That person is running this way right now, let him through?" "Let him through; he might know the current situation inside the City Lord's Mansion.

However, you must disarm him of the weapon in his hand first."

Marquis Bosier said.

He currently needed to confirm whether that assassin was still inside the City Lord's Mansion.

The young guard was soon let into the army, the rifle on his back removed by soldiers.

"Marquis, you've finally brought reinforcements back, I..."

The young guard said somewhat excitedly.

"Don't say useless things; what's the situation inside the City Lord's Mansion now, has that assassin fled?"

Marquis Bosier was somewhat impatient, interrupting the young guard's words to ask directly.

"There's no more fighting inside the City Lord's Mansion, but that assassin hasn't fled; instead he's taken other people hostage and is coercing them to search for your traces inside the City Lord's Mansion."

The young guard hurriedly replied.

"Good!" Marquis Bosier slapped his thigh, then looked at the Martial Bureau Chief and gave orders, "Prepare to bombard the City Lord's Mansion with cannon."

"Ah, Marquis, the assassin still has many hostages in his hands."

Hearing this, the young guard hurriedly said.

Marquis Bosier originally wanted to sneer, but seeing the young guard's Forest Elf's Sincerity concern for others, he straightened his face and said: "Young person, you also know how powerful that assassin is. I cannot, just because he has hostages in his hands, let my army bear the risk of possibly causing more casualties and engage in close combat with the enemy!"

Young Guard: "..."

He found it somewhat impossible to refute the Marquis's words.

However, he thought of the scene where some people ran downstairs only to be scared back, his eyes brightened, and he said: "Marquis, that assassin is only one person, and he even had the hostages help search for your traces in the City Lord's Mansion, yet he is lax in guarding those hostages. I think I can go over there and rescue some hostages."

"Haha, a young person who cares for colleagues like you is truly rare. Here's the deal: you can go over there now and attempt to bring the hostages back, but I can only give you five minutes. Once five minutes are up, the army will directly cannon bombard the City Lord's Mansion."

"Yes, Marquis, I guarantee that within five minutes, I will rescue as many people as possible."

The young guard was encouraged, guaranteed to the Marquis, and rushed back.

"Young person, having drive, truly good!"

Watching the young guard's sprinting back figure, Marquis Bosier couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"The Marquis is truly benevolent and generous, unexpected that he still gave that young person five minutes of time."

The Martial Bureau Chief hurriedly flattered, and at this time behind him there were also various aristocrats within Borsil City who, having heard the Marquis suffered an assassination attempt, hurried over to pay a condolence visit; they also chimed in one after another.

The reason they were so active was merely because they comparatively understood what kind of petty fellow Marquis Bosier was; if they didn't actively put on a show now, who knows if they'd be given the cold shoulder later.

"What are you all saying?" Marquis Bosier revealed a surprised expression, then directly said: "Now, you give the soldiers the order to directly cannon bombard the City Lord's Mansion."

"Ah, Marquis, wasn't it said to give the other side five minutes to rescue hostages?"

"Haha, five minutes, what a joke. If the assassin runs away in these five minutes, can you bear the responsibility?"

Thinking that there was an assassin in the city who could forcefully kill him, Marquis Bosier felt uncomfortable all over.

And he couldn't possibly always stay in the army being protected.

So, killing the assassin who attacked the City Lord's Mansion is a matter that must be prioritized and solved.

As for some casualties that might be caused in the process of killing the assassin, as long as they don't endanger his personal life safety, Marquis Bosier couldn't care less.

After all, they're just a group of subordinates; if they're gone, he can just recruit more later. But if the assassin who attacked the City Lord's Mansion were to escape, that would make him lose sleep and appetite.

Of course, regarding that young guard, the other party was originally a fellow who failed at gatekeeping, and him letting the other party die in the process of delaying the assassin instead fulfills the young person's heroic martyrdom.

【Hmm, I won't excessively punish that fellow's family.】

Thinking to here, Marquis Bosier only felt he was too benevolent and kind.

The young guard foolishly ran back, enduring fear and running into the City Lord's Mansion, just wanting to sneak upstairs and take away the hostages in his eyes, but before he could even reach the second floor...

"Bang!"

The cannon fire from outside, following the City Lord's Mansion's vibration, directly sounded.

"Ah, how could they open fire at this time, wasn't it five minutes?"

The young guard was somewhat stunned, completely not knowing why the outside would open fire early.

(Chapter End)