Just as Eric hesitated, a loud noise came from beneath the city gate. It turned out that William had already pounced out of his horse and punched the city gate. The copper skin behind the door immediately bulged, and William punched twice more. The copper skin immediately exploded, the bolt fell, and the door collapsed.
At this moment, the Blood Wolf Knight's mind was blank.
"Not good! Not good, count! "
Lanza crashed into the count's room and Gills was wiping a short-barreled fire. Gun. He deliberately pointed the gun at Lanza, who carefully avoided it and said, "Lord Gills, we are surrounded."
"I'm not deaf. I can hear you clearly." Gills fired at the window, creating a fist-sized hole in it. Then he stood up and said, "Where are my troops? Where are they? I'm going to kill all these untouchables! "
"My lord, I don't think this is a good time to fight against them. The Knight and the soldiers are blocking them. You should come with me. "At the end of Lanza's words, he heard a commotion outside. A moment later, a soldier stumbled in. He even fell and his helmet rolled to Lanza's feet.
The soldier got up and shouted, "Not good, my lord. They're coming in. We can't stop them. What should we do, Gills? "
This person was a youth from the Gills Clan. In a hurry, he had already forgotten Gills' identity. He called out his name directly, causing Gills' eyes to flash with anger. The count raised his gun and fired. Flames flickered beside Lanza. Lanza subconsciously shrank his neck and looked over. A bullet hole appeared on the soldier's forehead, and blood rolled out. He looked at Gills and wanted to say something, but he still fell to the ground.
"Trash, aren't they just some rebels? Just kill them. What are you panicking for? "Gills looked at Lanza and said," Come out with me. I'm going to kill them all. "
The count's eyes became crazy. Lanza looked at the gun in his hand and didn't dare to disobey, so he could only nod in agreement. The two of them strode out of the study and walked along the corridor to the stairs. Gills ran down without thinking, but Lanza turned around and ran in the other direction. Gills turned around and saw that Lanza had already disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
"Trash, even you betrayed me!"
Gills' roar came from afar, and Lanza sneered. He thought to himself, If I were to accompany you in your madness, then I would really be an idiot.
Gills panted heavily after firing a few random shots to vent his anger. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps could be heard. It was a group of people rushing up from downstairs. First up were two Knight's in silver armor and bright red capes. Behind them were a dozen or so Crusader Swordsmen, who were approaching in a menacing manner. Gills threw aside his heroic words and screamed as he raised his gun and fired. The Knight quickly raised his shield. The power of the pistol could only cause sparks on the shield. Naturally, the Knight behind him was unscathed.
Gills threw away his pistol and turned to run. A Knight threw his shield over and smashed it into Gills' back. The Count screamed and was knocked to the ground by the shield. Turning around again, a snow-white sword stabbed deeply into the carpet beside him. From the sword, Gills saw his horrified face. He shouted, "You can't kill me, I'm the count! I'm Earl Gills! "
His cry echoed in the corridor, sounding so ridiculous and powerless. The count barely managed to get up and shrink to the wall. There were more and more people in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, he was surrounded. The two Knight crossed their swords in front of him to prevent him from escaping. The swordsmen behind him made way and a few people walked forward. Gills raised his head and saw that the first one was Jorah, followed by Vera and the priest.
Jorah looked at the young man who was curled up in the corner and suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart. He thought to himself, how could Ou Ban have a son like Gills? She shook her head and her eyes sharpened. "Gills, you're gone. Now listen to me, give up the position of Count, and give it to someone more suitable. "
"More suitable person? Is it you? Jorah! "Gills shouted.
"No, my brother's position will only be inherited by his children. You still have a few brothers and sisters. I will choose a suitable candidate among them. " Jorah looked at Gills and said resolutely, "But no matter who inherits it, it will never be you!"
Gills laughed and nodded, "Well, everyone has betrayed me anyway. I have nothing to say. Let's do it this way. I'll write a statement now. I'll automatically give up the position of Earl. Are you satisfied with this? "
Jorah heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Gills cooperate so well. Just as she relaxed, Gills suddenly rushed past the two Knight and slid out a dagger from his sleeve to stab at Jorah's chest. Jorah's eyes lit up and she didn't reach out to take the sword. He directly grabbed Gills' wrist and pushed it forward. Gills' body trembled. He lowered his head and clearly saw that he was holding the dagger in his hand, but it was stabbed in his chest.
He raised his head and shouted resentfully, "Jorah, you bitch!"
Jorah pushed forward expressionlessly. Gills could no longer shout, and a line of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He widened his eyes and stretched out his other hand to catch Jorah. In the end, he could only grab the air. Gills fell to the ground and his body heavily hit the carpet, shaking up a cloud of dust.
After a while, Jorah sighed and said, "Tell the outside world that Gills has died of illness and that he will still be buried according to the Earl's specifications."
Father Miro smiled and said, "On behalf of the Church, I promise that Earl Gills will have a beautiful funeral."
Jorah nodded and felt a burst of fatigue in her heart.
The next day, the bell representing the Earl's death rang again in Ark Harbor. Less than half a year after Earl Oban's death, the city had sounded the bell twice. However, Gills' death this time did not bring much sorrow to the people. On the contrary, everyone was overjoyed, and they were only short of openly drinking to celebrate. After all, since the bell had rung, it meant that Gills still retained the title of Earl. If he died, he had to give him the minimum respect.
Even if it was just superficial respect.
Jorah held a grand and solemn funeral for the Earl's death. The Earl's hearse was pulled by four black horses and four white horses. The Knight of the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine was dressed in black armor and a white cloak, protecting him from the left and right. After circling the city, the convoy drove into the Christian cathedral. Father Miro personally presided over the ceremony, Holy Maiden Vera gave her prayers, and finally twelve pure male and female children sang hymns for the Earl.
Amidst the heavenly singing of the child, the funeral attendees had no doubt that the count would be able to reach heaven in the song. In the hymn that sounded like an angel's chant, the Count's coffin was sent to the family cemetery and buried next to Earl Oban. Jorah erected a monument for him, and everything was carried out according to the specifications of the Earl.
When the funeral was over, Gills' life truly ended. For more people, life began anew.
Of course, this definitely didn't include Lanza.
Yesterday, he wanted to escape in the chaos, but he succeeded in escaping from White Castle. Unfortunately, the guards at the city gate had already asked Jorah to replace her own men. Lanza saw that the city gate was tightly closed and heavily guarded. He escaped back, but was caught by the people in the city. During this period of time, Gills' intensification had something to do with Lanza. People had long since hated the man who had schemed for the Earl. When Lanza was brought to Jorah, this man, who paid attention to his image and was more beautiful than a woman, was beaten to a swollen state.
Jorah threw him into prison, and at first Lanza shouted for Jorah to let him go. But in the next few days, Lanza despairingly discovered that Jorah neither interrogated him nor tortured him. He just ignored him. From the looks of it, he wanted to rot him in prison.
Is there anything more terrifying than being forgotten? Obviously not.
At least, for Lanza.
However, Lanza had guessed half of it right. Jorah did hate him, but she didn't really ignore him. It was just that after Gills died, his siblings were still young. Jorah had no choice but to temporarily take over his position and deal with the various affairs that had been delayed at Ark Harbor day and night. Of Gills' brothers, she preferred the boy named Arte. Arte was eight years younger than Gills, but even though he was young, he had already shown talent in many ways.
After Jorah made her decision, Miro and Vera quietly took Arte away at dusk. Arte would be left in the Church to receive comprehensive training in politics, military, and even personal force. This was the Church's promise to Jorah, and now was the time to fulfill it. After the Bauhinia Collar's academy, the Light of Honor, was set up, Arte would be transferred to the academy for further study. Most importantly, the future Earl of Ark Harbor would be closely linked to Allen.
In fact, this was the ultimate goal of the Light of Honor. While this academy continuously exported all kinds of talents to the empire, it also meant that Allen's connections would cover the entire empire and penetrate into every strata of the country. This was a long-term plan, and there was not much return in the initial stage. However, if the dimension of time was pushed back ten years, it would not be difficult to see the huge benefits.
Another late night.
After finishing his conversation with Vera and a dozen or so important figures at Ark Harbor and constructing a preliminary blueprint for the city's next ten years, Jorah dragged her tired steps back to her room in White Castle. She refused to move into the bedroom where the count had lived for generations, preferring to choose her former residence. Firstly, it was to respect Ou Ban, and secondly, it was to tell the outside world that she was only a temporary acting lord, and that she would eventually have to hand over this power.
Jorah's actions received the support of the clan and made many people feel relieved. Otherwise, if Laura really had the intention of inheriting the title, even though it would be more difficult to operate, it was not impossible to succeed. When he married the son of the Marquis of Iron Spear, it would be hard to say who would have this territory in their hearts. That was definitely something that many people did not want to see, and Jorah naturally knew.
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