Chapter 1038: Chapter 578: Hamlet’s People (2)
Moreover, before this, the Lord also arranged for several big figures as internal agents, which made him have to admire the Lord’s extraordinary foresight.
He was even more amazed by the Lord’s magic, after all, such people, if not for the Lord mentioning them, he probably wouldn’t believe they were actually one of his own.
The Lord has already paved the way for him, which is why he can’t let the Lord’s expectations down, he must open up intelligence work in Bastia, and do it beautifully.
"School’s out~" Vick smiled as he greeted his brother next to him.
His brother probably watched him for quite a while, but his expression seemed a bit emotional.
When Vick greeted him, he couldn’t help but question.
"Why did you quit the army? What’s this caravan you’re forming now?"
His brother used to be his idol, even the Lord had visited their home, but later he suddenly retired.
Although there was talk of an injury, he knew very well that his brother had never been seriously hurt, he also heard at school about some who passed the army’s tests but quit out of fear.
Such people wouldn’t reveal it, but everyone looked down on them, and the boy could only hide this suspicion in his heart, daring not to speak of it.
His brother said he would become a caravan guard, and now he’s talking about forming his own caravan.
This situation made him think of a possibility worse than fearing battle.
That his brother abandoned the Lord’s nurturing for money.
How could he do this?
Did he forget that the Lord saved their family?
So, when he returned this time, a rift emerged in the relationship between the brothers.
Finally, at this moment, it was laid bare.
Vick’s cleverness and alertness had been recognized by Lance, and he had navigated society, almost instantly guessing his brother’s thoughts.
"You’ll understand me later," Vick said, smiling as he ruffled his brother’s hair, "Stop trying to act all grown-up, just study well."
"Hmph!" His brother wasn’t happy with this, angrily going back home.
Watching his brother’s figure, Vick didn’t bother to explain much, he was prepared from the moment he took on this mission, knowing his identity was destined to remain unnoticed.
By the next day, Vick’s mother seemed to sense something and prepared a lavish meal early in the morning.
"Mother, keep this money, don’t be too frugal in life, brother is growing and needs to eat more meat." Vick placed a pouch of money on the table, advising his brother, "The family is in your hands, take care of Mother."
With his rest completed, Vick bid his family farewell, for what he was to face was destined to be a perilous journey, yet for the safety of his family and to protect Hamlet, countless like him embarked on this mission without hesitation...
Meanwhile, several leaders gathered at the outpost to study and discuss plans for the Beast Lair.
The Lord had tasked them with clearing and exploring the Beast Lair, but no detailed plan was given, as the Lord was not present, only providing the general direction of the task to be completed.
The detailed planning, of course, fell to these frontline commanders to devise based on the actual situation.
Barton took the lead as the overall commander, possessing tactical thinking, and more importantly, artillery could not get into the Beast Lair, so he was best positioned.
"The hardest part about the Beast Lair is that it’s underground, and the terrain has been excavated extremely complicatedly by the Pigmen, our clearing can’t just focus on the Pigmen, but should start with the Beast Lair itself."
"Exactly, the Beast Lair is the root, like veins distributed between the wilderness and the ruins, the Pigmen are merely the blood flowing within."
"To eradicate the Pigmen, we just need to cut off the veins, leaving them no escape..."
Soon the plan was devised, they planned to start from the outskirts, each leader and trainer leading their Honor Guards into the Lair, sweeping a section and collapsing some crucial spots.
Like surgery, continuously removing segments of the complex Beast Lair.
The plan was good, but in actual operation many troubles might arise.
Thus they had to follow the Lord’s advocated method, preparing various contingency plans before execution.
Such as marking target points, considering different routes for attack and retreat, each team’s tasks.
Plus some extreme situations, like potential collapses trapping people inside, facing strong monsters, what methods to use to handle them, how to communicate with each other...
This was destined to be a complex and extensive task, fortunately the Lord’s previous explorations of the Beast Lair left behind maps, and understanding of the Pigmen’s types, abilities and handling methods.
They still remained under the Lord’s sanctuary.
"Let’s move!"
"For Hamlet!"
The army stationed in the wilderness began mobilizing, with the Honor Guards that had rested also gearing up for the action against the Beast Lair under the assistance of the leaders and trainers...
Only, at this time in Hamlet Town, someone was filled with confusion.
Sofia approached Grendel, curiously asking a question.
"What do I, a maid, need to do?"
"Naturally, you need to tend to the Lord’s daily life."
"But where’s the Lord?"
"I don’t know,"
Those few words immediately plunged both into silence, but luckily Grendel quickly reacted, smiling to comfort her.
"Our Lord is like this, it has nothing to do with your work, and it’s not because he doesn’t want to see you, often times I can’t find him either."
He might be somewhere in a farm right now discussing postpartum care of sows with old farmers.
He might also be in a workshop researching mechanical improvements with scholars.
And of course, sometimes he would lead cavalry to eliminate bandits...
Grendel spread her hands, jesting, "Our Lord is just that magical, if you don’t intend to find him, his figure might appear anywhere. But once you actually want to find him, you can’t find him anywhere."
[But when you need him, he will definitely appear.]
This sentence Grendel didn’t say out loud, always burying it in her heart.
Speaking of which, Grendel seemed to recall something amusing, laughing before finishing speaking, and began to tell Sofia an interesting story.
That was when Tiffany sought the Lord and couldn’t find him, she ended up waiting at the Lord’s Mansion until she finally caught him coming back.
This amusing little story, fitting the current situation, instantly made Sofia chuckle, breaking the oppressive atmosphere lingering between them.
With Grendel’s gentle temperament and her almost maximized social skills, she easily dispelled Sofia’s anxiety with a few words, drawing them closer.
And at this moment, she finally told Sofia about this matter.
"This matter was my oversight, when I spoke to the Lord about you, the Lord criticized me for how I could assign a princess with a noble status to a gardener, maid; in retrospect, it’s indeed been unfair to you."
"I’d rather not be any princess..." Sofia said, yet with a slight desolate shake of her head, "It’s not unfair, without everyone’s help, I wouldn’t even know when I’d die. I want to do something for everyone."
"What can you do? Or rather, what are you good at?"
If this question were posed to ordinary people, they surely have abilities to survive in this harsh era.
Even an old farmer knows how to cultivate land, and a rogue knows how to steal.
But Sofia was born as a high-born, anything she did was served by others, if not for her recent experiences, she wouldn’t even be self-sufficient, let alone anything else.
Seeing Sofia’s silence, Grendel seemed to understand something.
"Alright, just follow me and learn for now, when the Lord returns, you can follow him."
"What should I do?"
"Assistant, or secretary, just assist me with work, but before then familiarize yourself with the rules of Hamlet."
Grendel handed her a bunch of documents, giving the anxious Sofia something to do.
Since being reprimanded by Lance, Grendel also understood, Lance disliked a pretty face, if she wanted sanctuary, she had to demonstrate abilities that could draw the Lord’s attention.
In this regard, apart from herself, no one else could help her.
