Chapter 260: Go Watch a Good Show!

In fact, how could Catherine not know the consequences of staying overnight in Storm Territory?

Indeed, it was precisely because she knew this consequence that she deliberately did so.

Catherine could vaguely guess the attitude of the Hernandez family.

Moreover, she also knew the attitude of great families toward the marriage of their offspring: everything comes first for profit.

Now that she has been recognized by the Hernandez family and enjoyed privileges, even if this was not her own initiative, she will likely be swept along by the Hernandez family.

So, she simply stayed overnight at Gervas Castle.

This was not only to show her attitude.

At the same time, it was to create a flaw in her reputation and reduce the possibility of being forced into a political marriage!

Seeing that Catherine decided to stay overnight and that time was about right, Gervas no longer delayed.

After all, according to intelligence, there was still a very important matter to handle today.

That was that the Silver Moon Tribe's caravan would be ambushed.

And it was clearly intended to frame him; naturally, Gervas was not pleased with this.

As for why he did not inform the Third Elder or Freya in advance.

He feared that even if he told them, they would not believe him.

Moreover, regarding such internal strife, there might be a traitor within the ranks; if he spoke, he would only startle the snake.

"Gervas, where are you preparing to go?"

"I am preparing to watch a good show. Catherine, will you come? If you do not wish to go, you may also tour my territory!"

"A good show?"

Looking at the four hundred-plus Storm Guards gathering, Catherine's face was full of suspicion.

What kind of good show requires gathering heavy troops to watch?

However, she also knew clearly that Gervas certainly would not harm her, so, "Then I will go with you!"

"Very well, bring your cavalry as well!"

Thus, Gervas, taking Catherine with him, hurried toward the direction of the Chaos Wasteland.

The last wisp of sunset disappeared below the horizon; as night enveloped the earth, the Silver Moon Tribe caravan, far from Storm Territory, finally stopped advancing.

"This place is about right; we are already far from the kingdom's borders. Let us spend the night here!"

"Yes, Third Elder!"

The four hundred-plus person caravan quickly began to set up camp and light bonfires.

The location chosen by the Third Elder for camping was also very appropriate, behind a raised, windward hillside.

Only a small team needed to be sent to the hilltop to stand guard; any movement on the surrounding plains could be seen at a glance, providing early warning.

"Princess, rest here for a while; dinner will be prepared very soon!"

"Mm!"

After leaving Storm Territory, Freya's mood was as low as ever.

The Third Elder did not mind, thinking only that Freya had suffered grievances during this period.

Soon, amidst the busy activity of the tribespeople, dinner was served: a large platter of roasted meat.

This meat was hunted by the scouts responsible for surrounding vigilance during the caravan's march.

Of course, such fresh meat could only be enjoyed by Catherine and the few heirs.

The other tribespeople ate the smoked dried meat brought from the tribe.

"It is truly delicious! I haven't eaten such fragrant roasted meat in so long!"

"Yes! That bastard Gervas locked us in the dungeon; although he gave us black bread, there was not a scrap of meat; it was simply abusing us!"

"Exactly, that despicable, shameless fellow is simply deserving of death. By the way, Freya, why aren't you eating?"

The tribe heirs cursed while devouring their food.

And Freya, who originally had little appetite, upon hearing this, for some reason, found her appetite even worse.

Seeing her state, Iron Claw spoke out with some confusion.

The Freya of old was very lively; it seemed that from the meeting this afternoon until now, Freya had spoken very little.

Could it be...

A possibility occurred to Iron Claw's mind; immediately, anger rose in his heart, and his fists clenched tightly.

Because he felt that Freya must have suffered torture from that damn Gervas during this period, leading to such a change.

And all afternoon, everyone had deliberately avoided this possibility.

But now, seeing Freya's condition, this thought could naturally no longer be suppressed.

"Iron Claw, actually... that Gervas is different from other nobles!"

For some reason, Freya suddenly said a sentence.

"Uh! Freya, what are you saying?" Iron Claw, who had just wanted to open his mouth to curse Gervas loudly, even preparing to swear before Freya that he would personally kill Gervas for revenge in the future, was stunned.

The other heirs were also stunned.

"I am saying that this Gervas is somewhat different from other nobles; this time we fell into his hands, and being treated safely... is already very good!" Freya struggled to speak again.

The scene instantly fell silent; a group of tribe heirs looked at one another.

After all, in their minds, this Gervas was still their greatest enemy.

But they did not expect that Freya, the white moonlight in their hearts, would actually say that this enemy was different from others.

Although she did not directly praise Gervas, but... actually, it was about the same.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Freya did not continue to speak, nor did she explain the reason for saying this.

Not far away, the Third Elder, who had been watching this area, frowned slightly, his face full of thoughtful contemplation.

While the few were eating roasted meat, debating whether Gervas was a good person, more than a dozen dark figures suddenly appeared on the ridge behind them.

A member of the Silver Moon Tribe squad originally on guard duty, upon seeing these more than a dozen intruding figures, not only gave no warning but waved his hand to signal.

"There are nine people on the ridge, all sentries on duty for the first half of the night with me. I have already added powdered drowsy grass to their mare's milk; it should take effect very soon!"

"Very good! Lead us up."

Immediately, the group followed this Silver Moon Tribe sentry toward the ridge.

"Who?"

"It's me, I've finished using the toilet!"

"Good, but why do I feel a bit dizzy? Keda and the others have all fallen asleep!"

"Is it just exhaustion from traveling day after day? If you're tired, sleep for a while; I'll keep watch for you!"

"Good..."

Before long, the last sentry to speak also slumped against a nearby tree trunk and fell into a deep sleep.

"It's done!" Seeing this, the Silver Moon Tribe sentry leading the way immediately waved his hand toward those behind him.

Immediately, those more than a dozen figures rushed up rapidly.

Puff, puff, puff!

A series of sounds of flesh and blood being pierced rang out; the nine Silver Moon Tribe sentries did not even utter a cry of agony before dying in their sleep.

At this moment, the figure at the head looked down at the Silver Moon Tribe camp illuminated by bonfires, a cold sneer on his lips, "Notify the main force; we can begin the operation immediately!"

Twenty minutes later, dense crowds of figures occupied the hilltop.

"First, raid the horse pens; the Silver Moon Tribe cavalry is the greatest threat to this raid. After dealing with the horse pens, leave not a single person of the Silver Moon Tribe alive!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Immediately, eight hundred people moved directly down the slope.

Because they trusted the sentries on the hilltop too much, when this large group of attackers approached the camp at the foot of the slope, the people of the Silver Moon Tribe noticed nothing unusual.

It was only when the previously traitorous sentry led more than a dozen figures close to the horse pens that they were finally detected by the more vigilant guards.

"Who goes there? This is the horse pen; no one except the cavalry unit may approach!" the guard shouted sternly.