The warm morning light shone through the treetops, leaving behind mottled shadows on the grass.
Lawrence woke up amidst the crisp chirping of birds.
After getting up from the ground, he immediately looked around. Only when he saw the thin figure shrouded in mage robes not far away did he relax.
Lawrence walked over and said softly, "Good morning, Father."
Mr. Chong did not turn around, only focusing on writing something down.
Lawrence felt a little awkward, but he did not dare to disturb him too much. He quietly retreated, preparing to find some prey for breakfast.
In the morning, the air in the forest was especially fresh, and there was still a bit of dew on the leaves.
Lawrence found the tracks left behind by a few wild hares and immediately chased after them.
But before he could go far, he saw a flock of startled birds flapping their wings as they flew out of the forest.
Someone was coming!
Lawrence immediately broke into a run.
When he saw Mr. Chong's figure again, he immediately shouted, "Father! Someone's coming! I'm afraid it's the Oman family's pursuing troops! "
Mr. Chong did not seem to hear the shouts behind him, continuing to write and draw on the parchment scroll.
Lawrence ran to Mr. Chong and reminded him again, but Mr. Chong still did not move.
This time, Lawrence was at a loss. Just as he did not know what to do, the surrounding bushes rustled, and soon, a group of fully armed soldiers surrounded them.
Lawrence held his sword with both hands, nervously looking around. Mr. Chong was still engrossed in writing, as if the outside world had nothing to do with him.
The surrounding soldiers got into formation, but did not move forward.
Just as Lawrence was puzzled, he saw a knight step out from the crowd.
He dismounted and took off his helmet, revealing an expressionless face.
It was Count Oman!
Lawrence's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed inwardly.
Count Oman's appearance meant that the army was nearby. This also meant that they would not be able to escape.
Even if Mr. Chong was a powerful sixth-level mage, he would not be able to escape the encirclement of tens of thousands of soldiers.
Under Lawrence's despairing gaze, Count Oman slowly walked towards them alone.
Mr. Chong finally finished writing. He unhurriedly put away the parchment scroll and stood up.
Coincidentally, Count Oman also walked up to them.
Lawrence's sword-wielding hands couldn't help but tremble. He wanted to greet him, but he didn't know how to address Count Oman.
Earl Oman did not even look at his former "son". Instead, he said to Mr. Burr, "Is this how the House of St. Theon treats their allies?"
Mister Chong pointed at his left eye and said expressionlessly, "How can you not pay a price for killing a Paladin? Eaglefall City is your price, and I have also paid mine."
Count Oman let out a cold laugh, saying disdainfully, "A left eye and a city. Mr. Khan, do you think such a price is fair?"
"It's indeed unfair," Mr. Chong said calmly. "What other compensation do you want? You can tell me directly."
"Compensation?" The mockery on Count Oman's face deepened. "I've already killed the stupid woman who wrote me a blank cheque. Don't forget, you're still not the Lord of the Northern Frontier, so don't think of compensating me with something you don't have!"
Mr. Khan's eyes flashed when he heard the words "stupid woman". He seemed to understand what had happened to his sister Penny, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he asked calmly, "Then, tell me what I have now. What do you want?"
Count Oman's eyes were filled with brutality. He growled, "I want you to pay with your life for the three hundred thousand citizens of Eaglefall City. Are you willing?"
Mr. Khan shook his head calmly. "If you kill me now, it won't help the Oman family at all. Instead, you'll be cutting off your last hope."
Count Oman didn't refute this time. He obviously agreed with Mr. Khan's point of view.
He needed Mr. Khan alive.
But the anger in Count Oman's eyes burned even brighter, as if it was about to burst out.
Lawrence shrunk between the two like a quail, trying his best to reduce his presence. But obviously, his efforts were in vain because he heard his own name.
"Alright then, let your son, Lawrence, pay with his life for Fallen Eagle City!"
"Okay."
Hearing Count Oman's request, Mr. Khan agreed without hesitation.
It was as if the person he wanted to kill wasn't his own son, but a pet dog he'd casually adopted.
"What?" Lawrence stood there in a daze, as if he couldn't believe that his fate had been decided so easily.
He couldn't help but tremble as he called out hoarsely, "Fa-father!"
Unfortunately, his biological father, Mr. Khan, ignored him.
His nominal father, Count Oman, had already taken a step forward, grabbing his hair with one hand.
"Father!" Lawrence looked at Count Oman with pleading eyes.
At this moment, he couldn't care less about who he should call father. As long as he could save his life, he would call him father.
He could even call them both …
Swish!
A silver light flashed, and Lawrence's head was chopped off.
Blood spurted out and splattered all over Mr. Khan.
Count Oman purposely raised Lawrence's head in front of Mr. Khan and said coldly, "This is only interest."
Mr. Khan stared expressionlessly at Lawrence's head, not moving at all.
Count Oman seemed to have finally vented his anger. Carrying the bleeding head, he swaggered off.
When the surrounding soldiers had all dispersed, Mr. Khan took out the parchment scroll and continued to write and draw.
Lawrence's headless corpse fell at his feet, and the flowing blood quickly dyed a large patch of grass red.
The surrounding air suddenly froze, the temperature dropping by more than ten degrees without warning, as if winter had once again enveloped the land.
"You're not even going to collect your son's corpse?" The white-robed mage Kusius suddenly appeared beside Mr. Khan and mocked him.
Mr. Khan raised his head and didn't answer the question. Instead, he looked at his friend's white hair and the uncontrollable cold air around him and frowned, "How did you end up in such a sorry state?"
Kusius sighed, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes, "We met Ernest. Cough cough, why do you think this old man wants to go against us? Can't he see that the things we've researched can truly allow the Mage Congress to rise to prominence? "
Mr. Khan sneered, "He's just worried that his position will be challenged."
"Haha, that short-sighted old thing!" Kusius cursed, then asked suspiciously, "But, how did this old thing know about our plan? And he just happened to appear in Fallen Eagle City at this time? "
"It should be Emperor Reinhardt who informed Ernest."
"Emperor Reinhardt? Why would he — "Cusius stopped in the middle of his sentence.
This was because he had already guessed the reason for Emperor Reinhardt's actions.
Clearly, Emperor Reinhardt was wary of Mr. Kui and was worried that Mr. Kui would threaten him with this forbidden spell. Since he had already verified the feasibility of the forbidden spell and obtained the casting scroll, it was naturally better for Mr. Kui to die.
"If that's the case, I'm afraid the assassination against us has only just begun." Kusius' face was gloomy.
Mr. Khan shook his head, "No, Reinhardt will only hint to Ernest or even Prince Rhy to make a move against us. He will not send people to kill us himself."
"You trust him that much? Or did he promise you something? "
Mr. Khan didn't answer Kusius' question and continued to focus on the parchment scroll in front of him.
Kusius saw this and understood that Mr. Khan didn't want to talk about it. He could only helplessly scratch his head and change the topic, "What about Earl Oman? Are you going to let him humiliate you like this? "
Mr. Khan's hand that was holding the brush paused for a moment before he said softly, "Two heads of the descendants of the Saint Theon family is enough for him to gain the trust of the House of Saint Hilde."
Kusius thought for a moment and seemed to understand Mr. Khan's meaning. He muttered, "You destroyed Fallen Eagle City, and he killed your sister and your son. Yes, this will indeed make the House of Saint Hilde think that you have broken off relations with him.
However, under such circumstances, can you still continue to trust this person?
Will Earl Oman still continue to trust you? "
Mr. Khan shook his head, "The word trust is too extravagant. I just think that Earl Oman will make the choice that is most beneficial to him. And this choice would also be helpful to me.
That is why I allowed him to take Penny and Lawrence's heads. "
"What do you mean?" Kusius obviously couldn't follow Mr. Khan's train of thought.
"After the death of the Duke Of Saint Hilde, the two people most likely to inherit the title of Duke are Vera and Joyce. Earl Oman will not support Vera because he has a grudge against Viscount Angley.
Therefore, he will definitely stand on Joyce's side.
And one of my main targets is the Angele family.
Therefore, no matter how much Earl Oman hates me, he will still be my natural ally. "
At this point, a helpless expression appeared on Mr. Khan's face, "Originally, I had better arrangements for Earl Oman, but now, because of the reckless actions of those two idiots … I can only do this."
Kusius laughed and suddenly said playfully, "Speaking of which, Vera was my student in Yevel. Do you want me to help you?"
Mr. Khan's gaze paused and he looked at Kusius seriously for a long time until the other party felt uncomfortable. Finally, he nodded.
"Alright, you can give it a try. However, I have to remind you that Viscount Angley is not easy to deal with. "
"Don't worry, I know what to do."
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