Chapter 12: Return (New Book, Seeking Support)

Mysterious Calamity Main Text Volume Chapter 12: Return. The moment Aaron saw his subordinates rushing into the castle with those captives and even more commoners, like beasts incarnate, he understood that he had won today.

By the time the sun had risen high, the news that Davis Castle had been breached had already spread throughout the vicinity.

Many commoners with their faces covered turned into rioters and joined in this feast.

He merely guarded the castle gate, turning no rioters away, letting them enter the castle to explore hall after hall, discover secret passage after secret passage, engage and wear down the enemy, and even strip every iron nail from the doors.

"That's about enough..."

Looking at the chaotic castle, Aaron let Sanchez and the others follow behind him as he entered the main hall.

The corridors were covered in blood; if he had forced his men to attack, they would have suffered heavy losses.

But at this moment, among the fallen corpses, there were very few of Aaron's men.

From various rooms, screams and wild laughter could be heard constantly; several bandits holding wine bottles wandered wantonly through the hall, draped in various silks, some simply wearing torn-down curtains.

The robbers subconsciously split into many groups, confronting one another, but none dared to oppose the regular army.

"To breach the castle as quickly as possible, my share of the spoils will be reduced by quite a lot..."

Aaron thought to himself as he arrived in the depths of the castle.

This was the share he deserved; those areas the rioters dared not touch, and those who dared to touch them had already become corpses.

At this moment, from behind a door, came the muffled sobbing of a young woman.

The men present knew exactly what was going on as soon as they heard it, and playful smiles could not help but appear on their faces.

"I remember saying that spoils and women are to be distributed uniformly!"

Aaron's expression, however, suddenly turned gloomy; he knew the nature of his men, and it was unlikely he could enforce strict discipline.

But to violate orders so blatantly would cause his men's combat effectiveness to drop. If everyone did this, they would quickly lose their advantage as a regular army, fail to suppress the rioters, and perhaps not make it out of this territory!

Slap!

Aaron walked up with a cold face and kicked the door open.

Inside the door was clearly a lady's boudoir, with silk bed curtains obscuring a velvet bed.

At this moment, several rioter corpses lay on the floor, and there was a man in the middle of taking off his clothes. He saw Aaron, hurriedly pulled up his pants, and a sheepish smile immediately appeared on his face: "Boss, let me explain... it wasn't me, it was those rioters."

"Yes, it wasn't you, but you were just about to do it..."

Aaron stepped forward directly and lashed Bazhi with his scabbard.

Slap!

Bazhi's body swayed, and a bright red mark immediately appeared on his back.

He continued forward and used his sword to flick aside the curtains, seeing a tearful face: "Sylvie Davis?"

This was the only daughter of the Lord of Davis, and also Colin's fiancée, the heroine who caused this war.

At the engagement ceremony, Aaron had seen her before and remembered her as a very arrogant woman, but now...

"Take this woman; she might be useful."

Aaron did not care about the woman's state, gave the order directly, and then asked: "Where is Lady Anna?"

"That woman was hacked to death next door, along with a few children!"

Bazhi answered with great regret; if the master had arrived a moment later, how good that would have been.

As for the heir to the Davis Territory, he was on the front lines, fighting alongside the Lord of Davis.

"Take all the spoils, we are leaving here; before noon, we must board the large ships!"

Aaron nodded, took a look at the corpses, and issued the order.

Even if someone reported the news and the front-line army returned to reinforce, it would take time; as long as they got on the ships and went downstream, they would surely be able to escape!

In any case, he would absolutely not hold the castle to the death, perish with the enemy army, and then let Colin benefit.

That was unrealistic!

When the sun reached the center of the sky, two ships had already set sail.

"If Father is sharp enough, he should have been prepared after receiving my letter... and the chaos of the enemy army is the best sign."

"If the opportunity is seized, this war should be able to end completely."

Aaron Sotos stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the crates of captured spoils, thinking to himself.

The sooner the war ends, the fewer people will die.

By comparison, today's sacrifices were nothing.

If the great war continued, perhaps ten or a hundred times more people would die than today!

"However, my greatest purpose is still for myself."

Aaron heard low sobs; they came from those young women, who were all 'spoils', including the maids in the castle and the slightly attractive matrons—after all, Aaron's men were a bunch of animals.

Of course, there was also a pearl among them—Sylvie Davis.

He had a premonition that this woman would be quite useful.

"And from now on, the war has little to do with me."

Aaron let out a long breath.

Widow Bay Camp.

Two ships docked outside the camp, and a group of high-spirited robbers were excitedly preparing to divide the loot.

"This time, I plan to divide the spoils into three parts: one part to be turned over to the Lord, one part for me, and the last part for you all to divide!"

Aaron Sotos took pen and paper and began to distribute the spoils.

Because there were so many items, and livestock and women were included, it was a bit chaotic for a while.

"Also... all books belong to me."

Aaron picked up a book; it was bound with papyrus and was already nearly falling apart.

After all, before he invented the papermaking workshop, papyrus was still the most used material in Green Forest; this kind of paper could not compare to parchment, and its only advantage was that it was relatively cheap, eventually being completely crushed by the new paper and exiting the market.

However, before the papermaking workshop was in operation, precious parchment was rarely used, so most books were still made of papyrus.

"As you wish, my lord!"

Bazhi bowed and said.

"Don't think you can escape that whipping just like that."

Aaron snorted coldly; as punishment for disobeying military orders, although the evil act was not carried out, a whipping was still unavoidable.

He rummaged through the box filled with papers, and suddenly his hand moved, pulling out a piece of parchment; he knew immediately that the information recorded on it must be quite valuable.

After discreetly putting the parchment away, he pointed to the box filled with Silver Coins and copper coins: "Divide it up; the Squad Leader gets a double share, and besides, those who want women and livestock will have their share reduced!"

After putting forward a generally fair distribution plan, Aaron paid no more attention to the revelry of his subordinates and returned to his tent to begin studying the parchment from before.

After opening it, a black map emerged.

"So, it is a map."

A look of interest appeared in Aaron's eyes; he looked at the map and discovered that one-third of the upper part was forest, marked with the appearance of 'Green Forest'.

Then, below the map, there were castles guarding all the convenient transportation hubs, forming a kingdom.

'Kajashi Kingdom... the true master ruling this land; I have indeed heard of its name...'

'However, in the hearts of the subjects of that kingdom, we Green Forest People are probably just savage monkeys living in the forest, right?'