Chapter 438

The Beast King nodded. "Indeed, Moral, what you say has merit!"

"Since we can't be certain, why not just find the person and ask them directly?"

"Over these two days, I've already had my people confirm it—the one named Weilade is likely a cabinet official from the southern region of the Griffon Kingdom."

"I heard he has a grudge against the minor noble family of Mil and Gervas, so this isn't hard to verify!"

"Moreover, he is close to a son of the Lieshi family named Solit, and the area where that messenger left the city that night was precisely where the Lieshi family was on duty!"

Moral hadn't expected the Beast King's speed to be so swift—he had already uncovered the identity of the one behind the message delivery.

Yet, Your Majesty had placed many spies among the humans; with intent, such information wasn't hard to uncover.

"Beast King, if this was truly their scheme, they probably won't dare show themselves!" Moral worried.

"Then find a way to lure them out—say we've already captured Gervas, and make them come see for themselves!"

"Winter's End is now sealed off; they can't verify whether this news is true or false—there's a good chance we can trick them out!"

After hearing this, Moral had nothing more to say—but there was still one most important matter left unasked.

That was the matter of Baron Kalle's fortress.

Those humans had killed thousands of Beastkin warriors; unless they died, Moral could never swallow this outrage.

"Beast King, what shall we do about the humans at Kalle City? They killed so many Beastkin warriors..."

"Once we confirm the matter of Weilade, take a large army to deal with them. No two-legged sheep who drenches Beastkin warriors in blood walks away unscathed!" The Beast King's eyes glinted with coldness!

"Yes, Beast King!"

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"By now, the Beastkin force should have reached Baron Kalle's fortress, right?"

"No, Minister Weilade, according to the timeline, the Beastkin army should have already returned in triumph!"

"Really? So that brat Gervas is definitely dead, then?"

"Of course—he's dead for sure this time. If they can't even manage this, the Beastkin are no better than pigs. What right do they have to besiege us... Pah! I never imagined I, a scion of the Lieshi Dukedom, would be reduced to eating coarse black bread with bran!"

Hearing Gervas was dead, Weilade's mood instantly improved. "Solit, don't complain about this black bread—now even the Commander-in-Chief eats this. And given the current situation, in at most a week, we won't even be able to make black bread anymore!"

Solit understood this logic well, but eating food meant for commoners still felt unpleasant. "I wonder when Winter's End will fall—hopefully soon, so we can leave the northern frontier faster."

These two, bound by the same fate, felt no fear of the city's fall—in fact, they now most hoped the Beastkin would breach the walls, so they could escape this misery sooner.

"Minister Weilade!" At that moment, a voice suddenly called from outside the door.

"What is it?"

"Minister Weilade, a nobleman just arrived outside the camp. He says he's your friend, and gave me this letter to deliver to you."

"Friend? Who?" Weilade was baffled.

"Minister Weilade, I don't know him!"

Though this seemed odd, Weilade still ordered his subordinate to bring the letter in.

The letter bore a wax seal but no signature; Weilade's brow furrowed deeper.

After dismissing the messenger, he opened the letter.

Yet, after reading only a moment, his body jerked violently—as if he'd seen a ghost.

Solit had deliberately kept his distance.

Noticing Weilade's reaction, he asked curiously: "Minister Weilade, what's wrong?"

"You… look for yourself! Damn it, how could this happen? How did they find me?"

Solit frowned, but as soon as he picked up the letter Weilade had dropped, his expression changed instantly.

"A Beastkin letter?"

And indeed, it was a letter from the Beast King. First, it thanked Weilade for his intelligence.

It stated that Gervas had been captured, and asked Weilade to come outside the city to confirm whether it was truly him.

Second, the Beast King wished to meet Weilade personally—after all, Weilade was now considered a friend of the Beastkin.

Therefore, the Beast King had prepared a lavish banquet to honor Weilade and express his gratitude.

"How did these Beastkin find me? The Kingdom has so many nobles—how could they pinpoint me with just a name? Solit, what do we do now?" Weilade's face was filled with dread.

Though he had contacted the Beastkin twice, he never wanted deep ties with them.

Now, the Beastkin had uncovered his true identity—this brought him nothing but terror.

Solit, however, remained far calmer. After a brief shock, he regained his composure.

The Beastkin letter expressed gratitude—even called them friends—and invited them to a personal banquet by the Beast King.

As a man who valued only interests, he saw this as an extraordinary opportunity.

"Weilade, what are you afraid of? Isn't this good? The Beast King treats us as friends—how many nobles would beg for such favor, especially now, under siege?"

"But Solit, if the Commander-in-Chief finds out..."

"Weilade, if the Commander-in-Chief finds out, we're dead anyway—so there's no point in worrying anymore!"

"But if we establish contact with the Beast King, we'll be 100% safe when we evacuate in a couple days!"

"Besides, don't you want to see what Gervas looks like after he's captured?"

Weilade still felt uneasy.

"Fine—I'll go with you," Solit said, unwilling to let this chance slip away.

Though there was some risk, compared to the gains, it was acceptable.

Hearing Solit would accompany him, Weilade finally felt slightly reassured.

Soon, it was the next night.

The two appeared again on the city wall.

During the day, Solit had visited the Lieshi Duke, ostensibly to request another exit from the city.

And the excuse was that Gervas had been captured by the orcs, who invited them to go and confirm whether it was indeed Gervas himself.

Upon hearing this, Duke Lieshi naturally raised no objection.

He merely repeated the same words as last time, instructing him that he would bear all consequences himself.

With the help of the Lieshi family guards, the two made their way to the outskirts of the city.

Afterwards, they identified the orc camp and slipped away toward it.

"Who goes there?"

Just like the previous messenger, before the two could get close, they were spotted by patrolling orcs.

"Orcs, we are guests invited by the Orc King!" The two turned deathly pale with fear, yet their reactions were swift; they quickly produced white bone tokens!

The orc paused, examining the bone token closely. "So it is you. Your Majesty the Orc King did indeed give instructions tonight. Then follow us! Your Majesty the Orc King is waiting for you!"

The two immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then followed the orc toward the camp.