Chapter 1834 Ransom?
—The Grand Lockhart Royal Palace—
Location: Dafaren, Veinitta. A few passing guards were just about to change his shift, when they suddenly heard an eerie laugh that seemed ghost-like, coming from the Audience hall. The stream of laughter had the magical ability to grip one's heart, leaving it hanging on a thread. What's going on?
Many had the intuition of death hovering around them. "Can… Can it be that someone has released a cursed spirit to hunt the Palace grounds?" "I… You might be right."
"Hey, this… Well... I, a Dafaren royal guard of the 5th order, can never be afraid of anything. Huh… Only weaklings like you can fear measly spirits."
"Pooh! What are you trying to say? Are you calling me a weakling? Okay, then why don't you look convincing with those shaking legs of yours?" "Bah! My legs are cold, that's all! Who told you that only fear can make your legs shake?" "You–" The men suddenly paused, hearing the strange echoes of laughter again. This time, everyone flinched, lowering their shaking shoulders in raw panic. But no matter what, their feet never stopped moving forward because if they should be late for their shifts… well, let's just say there was a greater demon around waiting to suck their bodies dry of any blood. Gulp~
Everyone swallowed hard and picked up the pace. Only after reaching the massive golden doors that were opened, did they know where the eerie echoes of maddening laughter came from – it was his Majesty. Bam!! The door was now shut tight by one of Alexander's most trusted aides who commanded for the job to be done. The news they received was so shocking that after they gathered, they forgot to close the hall's giant golden doors. "Your majesty, it seems they look down on us greatly." Morwen, the conqueror, spoke out. He was a man who many hated to see in this lifetime. Why? Because he was the Emperor's guard dog. And the power he wielded was also very scary. Morwen licked his lips, staring at the large golden envelope, squinting his eyes with a cruel grin on his lips. He didn't know whether to commend Baymard for their bravery or laugh at them for their stupidity. Stepping on a beast's tail intentionally, can only spell one thing – Disaster.
But oh well, he Morwen, was a person who loved chaos. If wars could be fought everyday, it would truly make his day. It was because of his love for chaos and destruction that many feared his presence, fearing that one day, they would be roped into a war they knew nothing about. And again, it was because of his love for chaos that Alexander loved to send him out to deal with heavy matters that needed brute force. Why? Because someone like Morwen, would definitely wish to fly over there, using all his time to travel fast and execute the orders given to him. As for Morwen, he was completely loyal to Alexander, and no one else… not even the princes. So to see his master's body react like this, Morwen knew Alexander was pissed! No… hold on, he was more than angry. 'So does this mean I get to go crazy somewhere?' (*0*)
But you know… This is the angriest he has ever seen his master in all his life. So who? Who was it that dares to make his master spit out so much fire? Hahahhahahahha~
Alexander laughed like a mad person, scaring many ministers, battle commanders and those in his court. First, his laughter flowed in an ear-shattering continuous manner, before slowing down and lowering its volume tremendously. ~Hah-hah-hah… heh-heh-heh. "How bold! A little imp of an empire dares to hold my son for ransom?"
Tsk.
Sure enough, pigs can always dream. The document in Alexander's hand was gripped in the middle that its upper half was almost tearing away from its bottom half. There were particular paragraphs on the document that made Alexander's stomach clog and tightened into balls of fury:
[In simple Pyron, we have your son, Skye Lockhart the 3rd. Please see attachment 4, the list of crimes he had against not just the glorious empire of Carona, but also our beloved Baymard. He will remain in our custody for 11 more years, before he can get ransomed and transported to your empire. Only after 11 years, he be released from Baymardian imprisonment. In the meantime, you can stop by for visitation if you miss him dearly.]
'_'
So all he even if he paid anything now, his son won't be leaving prison grounds till 11 years later?
Then why bother sending this letter? is it to inform him of his visitation rights?
Hahahahahahah.... hah... hah.
This was an outrage! Alexander can take being threatened by a worthy contender. But to be threatened by a territory that can't even protect itself, was just insulting. Is this how far Dafaren has fallen in the eyes of others, with them now thinking Dafaren had teeth but couldn't bite?
Heh.
Alexander slowly turned his attention to Morwen, and everyone already knew what his next words were.
"Take my Ninwaku to Westlands and make them bleed!"
Morwen dropped on one-knee with a solemn but intoxicating smile on his lips, "Expect the good news, my Lord."
With his wet-like texturized hair always dangling down his cold face, Morwen licked his lips once more, already envisioning his victory.
The Ninwaku were a mysterious elite force controlled by him. They answer to him and his majesty Alexander.
Leaving the gathering, Alexander's brain acted fast.
It takes 2 months, 3 weeks to leave the Capital and head to the closest shores that faced Baymard's direction. Sailing with a crew in lumber battleships will take another 5~7 months, depending on the seas nature and the weather.
They had a few hidden fortresses not too far from the Capital. It will take at most 2 weeks to gather a good chunk of warriors from these nearby fortresses before heading out.
In the end, it could take them 7~10 months to reach Baymard's shores. It was already the 2nd week of March, so the earliest they could arrive was between the months of October and January of next year.
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Like that, Alexander was finally ready to make his move on Baymard!
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