Chapter 46: The Jester's Leap

  In Dean's thoughts, a group of people returned very safely to the sentry post, during which they were extremely lucky and did not encounter any bandit attacks.

  Of course, it's not like there aren't any robbers.

  Dein found out that more than one small band of robbers had been trailing them.

  However, faced with the disparity in numbers between the two sides and the heads on their warhorses, these bandits weighed the pros and cons and wisely chose to retreat.

  Thus Dean and his party were able to safely return to the outpost.

  "Captain, we've arrived at the outpost!"

  Xilun, who had always been a scout, said excitedly.

  "Alright, let's take a break for now and head back to our base after it gets fully light!"

  Dean looked at the still gloomy sky, then looked at his subordinates who were still excited but couldn't hide their fatigue. Dean of course knew what he should do next.

  Of course, the tasks of being on guard and standing watch still need to be completed.

  And such a task, Dean entrusted it to the militia captain in front of him.

  In fact, the previous bandits did not have a real attack, and this militia captain was also unremarkable. The opponent's keen vision and experience as a hunter always occupied the best attacking position in advance, and made effective defensive moves. In response, Dean once again expressed his own praise.

  So, assigning some small tasks to Xiren as a form of training, allowing him to grow faster, has already been put on Dean's agenda.

  At this moment it was already dawn, so even if they rested, it wouldn't be for too long. About an hour and a half later, Dean and his group set off again.

  However, with a half-hour shift of rest, the young militiamen had alleviated some fatigue, and with a sumptuous breakfast, they had even more abundant physical strength - the ingredients for breakfast were not spoils of war, but were distributed by Dean two days ago and brought into the outpost by Xiren.

  Food from 'Snow Bear's House' in Tiel Town was exceptionally delicious for young militiamen, even if it was reheated.

  Afterwards, Xi Lun continued to lead his team to be in charge of the surrounding security, while Dean returned to the military camp with another militia captain.

  Undoubtedly, Dean's return, especially the goods on horseback and the human head on the reins, made the stayers cheer.

  "The captain has returned triumphantly!"

  "The captain has returned triumphantly!"

  In such a shouting voice, Ma Ke, who was assigned by Dean as the person in charge of staying behind, had already left the military camp and rushed towards Dean's party with excitement on his face.

  However, when he arrived in front of Dean, this auxiliary army leader seemed to have thought of something and immediately put on a bitter face.

  "What's wrong, Maher? We've won and returned, isn't that worth celebrating?"

  Dean, who had already guessed what was going on, asked knowingly.

  "Captain, you asked me to wait for a day. By dawn, I had already gone to Tiel Town to report to the Baron. Now, the messenger sent by the Baron is in the hall, and the subsequent troops are also gathering in Tiel Town!"

  Ma Ke became more and more tense as he spoke, eventually breaking out in a cold sweat, as if disaster was looming over him. If it weren't for his age, he would have burst into tears.

  "Messenger?"

  "Deen asked."

  "He is Baron Weybold's younger brother, Lord Tir!"

  Ma He hastily replied.

  Weipor. Til? The Baron's brother?

  Dien thought carefully for a while before finally finding the other's existence from his own memory - and there were only two reasons that would make Dien do so.

  One, the other party made Dean unwilling to recall.

  Two, the other party is really too small, and doesn't know Dean's memory.

  Undoubtedly, the current situation is the latter.

  As for Veepor Thill, Dean didn't have a good impression of him. If Mold was an ambitious and capable tax officer, then Veepor Thill was just a fool with ambition but no matching ability, or rather... a clown would be more fitting.

  In the original history, after Baron Teal's death, this Weipo Teal was completely reckless in his desire to seize the baronial position, and even kidnapped Baron Teal's children for this purpose.

  The result of doing so was naturally to give that tax officer a reason to get rid of him.

  How he died, Dean didn't quite recall - for such a jumping clown-like character, Dean had never had much memory.

  But as for why the other party had come, Dean was crystal clear about it——

  Seize the Chevalier de Feral!

  That's right, they came for this!

  Dien could be certain that the other side, having heard that Pots and his subordinates had died, was now calculating to take advantage of the situation; after all, sitting in the position of the Knights' leader, he was one step closer to the position of Baron.

  But this is absolutely not allowed by Dean!

  If it weren't for the Blood Moon War, Dean wouldn't have cared about the position of a local knight squad. With his abilities, it wasn't difficult to mix into a pretty good position.

  However, due to the existence of the Blood Moon War, the position of the leader of the remote knight squad, Fechalun Knights, has become a forbidden zone for Dean. Anyone who dares to compete with him will be killed without hesitation, and any obstacles will be kicked away.

  As for the relationship between Baron Teal and the other party, what does Dean need to consider?

  Dean wouldn't worry about this at all.

  Because he knew very clearly that this Weiboer Til, although with the surname of Til, was not closely related to Baron Til. The other party was only the stepson of Baron Til's distant aunt.

  Simply put, apart from sharing the surname 'Til', they have no blood relation whatsoever.

  "Is it Weibo?"

  Dean sneered inwardly and then patted his subordinate's shoulder, smiling lightly: "Don't worry! Leave it to me!"

  Then Dean shouted at the militia captain behind him: "Aike, unload the grain and supplies, let everyone get on horseback!"

  ……

  "Lord Weipor, those guys are really asking for it, daring to be so slow in serving you. Don't they know that you're the younger brother of Baron Teir?!" A low-bowing attendant fawned over a middle-aged man sitting in what was originally Dean's seat, dressed impeccably and with a well-groomed face. "That nobody who came out of nowhere has no idea what he's doing... When he realizes the enormity of his mistake, he'll definitely come begging for your forgiveness!"

  "After all, he is a 'probationary knight' from the Central Knights, we need to understand the impatience in the heart of young people!"

  Seated at Dean's position, Weipor Til said with a pretentious tone, especially emphasizing the four words 'apprentice knight'; apparently, this Lord Weipor had come to the Knights' Order and still managed to dig up some information.

  However, the four words 'apprentice knight' dispelled his last concerns, to the point where he didn't even hear what the auxiliary soldiers were discussing afterwards - in fact, after obtaining the identity of 'apprentice knight', under the indication of Lord Weibo, his two attendants had already driven out all the auxiliary soldiers including Mahe.

  It's clear they didn't think a few supporting troops were worthy of sharing a room with them.

  "Of course, of course, you adults are always so generous and magnanimous..."

  Another attendant also spoke eagerly.

  But before he could finish speaking, a loud clatter of hooves and shouts interrupted him.

  Seeing Weipu's furrowed brow, this fairly competent attendant immediately stopped speaking and turned to run towards the door of the great hall.

  While sitting calmly in his chair, Weiboer was waiting for the scolding from his servant's mouth - he enjoyed this feeling very much, and because of this enjoyment, he needed more power and status; for this, he had to thank that useless old woman in his eyes.

  It was just because of a few flattering words that he took him in as an adopted son and opened the door to "high society" for him.

  This is really great, I suppose the other party can die with their eyes closed!

  "Hum, it's just a few Jin Pudong, why can't bear to part with them?"

  Thinking of this, Weibo couldn't help but think of the old woman he had killed, and suddenly felt a suffocating feeling in his heart; to the point where he became restless.

  Especially when he saw his own attendant standing at the door without even rebuking him, this annoyance became even more intense.

  Another attendant naturally would not let go of such an opportunity and immediately rushed towards the door.

  Just like the previous attendant, this one stood there stupidly as well.

  "What on earth are you guys doing..."

  Weiboer looked at the two motionless attendants, walked up with dissatisfaction, and wanted to scold them a few words personally. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, his legs went soft and he couldn't move.

  What is this?!

  On the warhorse lined up in a row, bloody human heads were hung, with their teeth clenched and mouths open, as if they wanted to devour people. The person sitting on the horseback was even more scanning him with a cold gaze, as if he wanted to cut off his head too.

  Plop!

  This Viscount Weibull finally sat down on the ground limply.

  I'm so depressed, I've been playing PS for three days straight~~~ Need more updates~~~ More updates, that's what I need~~~