Chapter 274: Do You Want to Save Her?
"Trouble? I truly didn't know!" Gervas smiled at the corners of his mouth and shook his head.
Horton could least tolerate people who acted like that.
Even though the other party was a noble.
But it was one thing to be oppressed by you within the kingdom back then.
Now I have already fled to the Chaos Wasteland and am about to become the leader of a gathering of one hundred thousand people.
If I continue to be oppressed by you even in this situation, then what is the point of me being this leader!
His eyes held a fierce glint. "Damn nobles, since you want to make this terrible choice, then I, Horton, will satisfy you. Little ones, give them a good lesson..."
"L-L-Lord!"
Just as Horton was about to finish, he was interrupted by a subordinate.
"What is it?" Horton was quite angry.
He had mustered his courage with great difficulty; such an interruption by a subordinate would surely affect his momentum.
"L-L-Lord, look at the sky!"
Horton slowly raised his head.
"Demon Swift Eagle Riders? H-How is this possible? He is only a viscount!" Horton found it hard to believe.
"Who said a viscount cannot possess Demon Swift Eagles?!" Gervas remained full of smiles.
Horton gritted his teeth. "Noble, even if you have Demon Swift Eagles, so what? This is not a Griffin Knight, and your people are still too few. As long as we capture you, then I won't need to fear these Demon Swift..."
"L-L-Lord!"
It was the subordinate's voice again. Horton, who was just about to continue his threats, shivered once more. "What now?"
This question carried no anger, after all, there was a precedent.
Sure enough, "Lord, look over there..."
Following the subordinate's pointing, he looked to the left.
He saw at least two hundred fully armed soldiers advancing rapidly; it seemed they were preparing to encircle them.
"L-L-Lord, t-there's more over there!"
A trembling voice from a subordinate came from the right side as well.
Looking to the right, there were another two hundred elite soldiers, also preparing to encircle him.
"T-T-This..."
"So, Horton the refugee, do you now think you have more people or I have more people!"
"I..." Horton's face turned green then white in turns.
Of course, he wasn't stupid; his eyes rolled, and he shouted, "Everyone, retreat!"
Having spoken, without waiting for others to react, he himself rushed rapidly toward the carriage in the rear.
The other subordinates took a moment to react, then widened their eyes in terror, shouting, "Ah! Kingdom guards have arrived! Run!"
After that, Horton's gathering force of three hundred people began to sprint wildly.
Only then did Gervas wave nonchalantly toward Lei Meng and the others.
Soon, the wailing cries of people calling for their mothers and fathers came from the front.
Many of the running soldiers from Horton's gathering were impaled on lances.
In the end, the pursuit lasted five or six minutes, killing half of Horton's gathering soldiers.
As for the rest, according to Knight Mi Gen and the others' thoughts, it would be best to wipe them out completely, but Gervas did not do so.
The reason was simple: if these guys from Horton's gathering were all killed, then wouldn't the people from Mick's gathering be able to return to the Chaos Wasteland?
Moreover, Horton was at least a Silver Knight; if pushed to the brink, he might not be defeated by Lei Meng.
But if he wanted to escape, there was still a high probability of success.
So, scaring them away was enough.
After the pursuers from Horton's gathering ran away, the crowd from Mick's gathering remained gloomy and desolate.
They naturally knew that falling into the hands of nobles would not necessarily lead to a good end.
The only thing better than before was that they might die more quickly.
Nobles loved killing, but in cases without personal grudges, they basically beheaded people or sent them to the gallows.
At that moment, the refugees lowered their heads one by one, daring not to meet Gervas's gaze.
And as Gervas swept his gaze over the refugees of Mick's gathering, his heart bloomed with joy.
Good heavens! He, Gervas, exclaimed "Good heavens!"
True to a gathering of fifty thousand people, among these refugees, there were actually five Title Knights.
Although, apart from that Mick, the rest were all Bronze Knights.
Moreover, he felt that the aura of these Bronze Knights was lower than the Bronze Knights he had seen before, even by half.
But regardless, these were transcendent beings.
"Refugees, who is the leader among you?" Gervas asked expressionlessly.
The women and children shivered.
The few remaining men, who were also Bronze Title Knights, all looked toward Mick.
However, that Mick was now holding his dying daughter, weeping without control, and paid no attention to anything else.
"Noble L-Lord, Mick is our leader. We had no intention of offending you; we were just being chased by Horton and wanted to flee to the kingdom for refuge!" Mike, seeing that Mick could no longer answer, stepped out cautiously.
After all, the temper of nobles was very bad.
If they got angry, they might very well order the immediate execution of his entire group.
"Flee to the Kingdom for refuge?" Gervas seemed to have heard a joke. "You are refugees, do you know that?"
"We know, my lord. We know we are guilty of a capital crime, but... but we had no choice but to flee to the Chaotic Wasteland in the past. Now, we beg my lord you to show mercy, to graciously accept us, and let us become serfs again."
"Hmm? You want to become serfs again?" Gervas showed surprise.
"Yes, my lord. We beg you to give us this one chance. We will surely obey your orders honestly, farming and paying taxes!"
"Knights with the title of having Battle Qi want to farm for me? Do you think I will believe that? Are you not planning to hide from this disaster first, and then find a way to escape back to the Chaotic Wasteland?" Gervas looked as if he was not easily fooled.
In fact, he had already believed what these refugees said.
After all, the women and children nearby were the best evidence.
These fellows did not abandon these children and women in their moment of desperation, showing that they still loved their families very much.
They were not the kind of existence that could abandon their wives for their own sake.
Such people, when acting, would obviously consider their wives and children first.
"My lord, what we little ones say is true. We little ones can swear by the gods that we all truly want to become your serfs. If there is any lie, let the gods send down divine punishment and punish us!"
"Is that so? In view of your sincerity, I will reluctantly believe you this one time!"
"From now on, remember this well. I, Gervas Gale, Lord of Stormhold, formally accept your allegiance!"
"From now on, you will become my serfs. You only need to work for me honestly and pay taxes honestly, and I will guarantee your safety, that you will not starve to death. Do you understand?"
"You... you are the Lord of Stormhold?" Mike and others were both surprised and delighted.
"What, have you heard of me?"
"Y-yes, my lord. We learned of your benevolent reputation on the road, which is why we fled towards Stormhold!"
"Very well!" Gervas nodded, as if it was insignificant.
Mike and others hesitated no longer. "Quick, everyone, come quickly to greet my lord!"
Immediately, all the surviving men and women of the Mike gathering place came before Gervas, kneeling and bowing.
"We greet my lord!"
Gervas nodded in satisfaction. Just then, Evlan stepped forward two paces and whispered a few words in Gervas's ear.
Afterwards, Gervas turned his gaze toward the Mike father and daughter.
"My lord..."
Mike wanted to say something, but Gervas raised his hand to stop him. Amidst everyone's tension, he walked toward that father and daughter.
Mike felt Allen standing before him. He looked up blankly and glanced at Gervas.
That gaze was full of emptiness, as if his soul had been sucked out.
Without a word, the next moment he lowered his head again, looking with pity at Rebena, who was about to breathe her last.
"Do you want to save her?"
End of Chapter
