Chapter 439: A Small Favor!

"I told you there was no problem!" Solit had completely relaxed, after all, the beastmen's attitude was right there.

Weilade nodded, a small surge of excitement rising within him.

After all, this was too thrilling!

But he didn't know that something even more thrilling awaited them just ahead!

"Your Majesty, the human guests you requested have been brought!"

The Beast King and Weilade exchanged a glance, then said, "Bring the guests in!"

Soon, Weilade and Solit were led into the Beast King's tent.

The interior of the tent was vast; at the far end, on a raised dais throne, sat an exceptionally massive beastman.

He wore exquisitely crafted plate armor, rare among beastmen, and around his neck hung powerful fangs of a mighty beast, symbols of authority.

The two naturally knew this was the Beast King.

On either side of the tent stood several beastman generals.

These beastman generals had fierce eyes, as if ready to pounce and tear the two apart at any moment.

This spectacle immediately tightened their nerves again.

"W-we bow before Your Majesty, the Beast King!"

"Hmm." The Beast King nodded faintly.

"Dear guests, please be seated—the Beast King has been waiting for you a long time!" At that moment, Moral stepped forward with a smile to greet them.

Although to the two, Moral's smile was equally terrifying, at least his demeanor reassured them.

Soon, the two were seated at two low tables laden with roasted meat and delicate pastries.

Just as they were silently swallowing their saliva, the Beast King's commanding voice rang out again from above.

"You two, what are your names?"

"Your Majesty, I am Weilade!"

"Your Majesty, I am Solit!"

The Beast King and Moral exchanged another glance, then said coolly, "So you're Weilade? Then the previous two messages were sent by you?"

Weilade, unaware of the true situation, nodded without caution, "Yes, Your Majesty, I am Weilade—the earlier messages were sent by my men!"

Weilade expected that the beastmen would now begin praising them and expressing gratitude.

But to his utter shock, upon hearing his answer, the Beast King's gaze suddenly turned icy.

"Then, does that mean these two schemes were your doing?"

"Schemes…?"

Weilade and Solit froze.

The beastmen gave them no time to react—several surrounding beastmen surged forward and seized them by force.

Gleaming white blades were pressed against their necks.

The two nearly lost their souls from fright.

"Your Majesty, we didn't scheme! This must be a misunderstanding! Please spare our lives, Your Majesty!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, didn't you invite us here to celebrate? We've never schemed against the beastfolk!"

The Beast King ignored their frantic screams.

Instead, Moral sneered and demanded, "Hmph! Still claiming it wasn't your scheme? Weilade, last time at Graystone Bridge, because of your information, we lost over nine hundred beastman warriors to ambush by your human noble forces!"

"This time, again because of your information, we lost fourteen hundred beastman warriors at Kalle Castle."

"And Grivas has already confessed—it was your plot, meant to lure our forces there and trap us. Are you still going to deny it?"

Weilade and Solit stared wide-eyed at each other.

So these beastmen were really as stupid as pigs—they hadn't killed Grivas?

Of course, they dared not show any hesitation on their faces and immediately denied it.

"Your Majesty, Grivas is lying! How could we possibly collude with him to scheme against the beastfolk army?"

"We have a mortal grudge against Grivas—we'd kill him ourselves if we could! We leaked information only to use your army to eliminate him!"

"That's right, Your Majesty! Grivas killed Weilade's offspring—Your Majesty surely has spies within our human realm; this is easy to verify!"

"And if we had truly schemed against your forces, why would we dare accept your invitation?"

Inside, the two were furious and regretful.

Furious at the beastmen's incompetence, regretful that they had ever come!

"Who knows if you came to scout our strength—or to rescue Grivas?"

"Your Majesty, I suggest we kill them both. Their two messages caused over two thousand beastman warrior casualties!"

"Therefore, no matter what, killing them is the only way to honor our fallen beastman warriors!"

Moral clearly didn't care about their lives—he believed it was better to kill the innocent than to let the guilty escape.

This made Weilade and Solit seethe with hatred: "No! Your Majesty, we're telling the truth! We never schemed against you! Please spare us once!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, we've helped the beastfolk twice—perhaps we can help again! Killing us is a loss! Please, Your Majesty, have mercy!"

The Beast King wore a thoughtful expression, his fingers tapping steadily on the armrest of his throne.

Moral and Solit's hearts beat in time with each tap.

Afraid he'd say, "Take them out and behead them."

"I believe you are innocent!"

Fortunately, after a moment, the Beast King uttered the words that made them exhale in relief.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is wise!"

The two were overwhelmed with gratitude, barely holding back the urge to kneel and kowtow to the Beast King.

And with the Beast King's declaration, the great blades that had just been held to the two men's necks were all withdrawn.

Only Morar still harbored a trace of unwillingness.

"What, Morar, does my word hold no weight?"

"Your... Your Majesty, this humble one dares not!" Morar was startled.

"Then why not send someone to attend to our two guests? Weilade and Solit are friends of our Beast Clan!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Soon, several handmaidens were brought in to begin attending to Weilade and Solit.

All these handmaidens were of the Human Race, and their appearances had been carefully selected.

If it were before, Weilade and Solit might have greatly enjoyed such treatment.

But now, the two wished nothing more than to end the banquet immediately and return at once to Winterhold.

"Gentlemen, let us drink to the friendship between us."

At the Beast King's invitation, Weilade and Solit could only force smiles and then down the wine in their cups before them.

"Gentlemen, since we are now friends, do you have any difficulties within the city? If so, speak of them; perhaps I can offer assistance!"

Weilade and Solit exchanged a glance, then shook their heads in unison. "Beast King Your Majesty, we currently have no special difficulties, so we thank you most sincerely for your kindness!"

"Is that so?" the Beast King smiled faintly. "Since the two of you have no difficulties requiring my help, I do have a small favor to ask of you."

Weilade and Solit stiffened, their smiles freezing. "Beast King Your Majesty, I... I do not know what favor?"

"Very simple. I merely hope the two of you can help me set another fire within the city, so that the Human Army inside may fall into famine even faster!"