CHAPTER 534: REBELLION 2

TL: Rui88

“Burp!”

Paul covered his mouth and let out a burp.

“That roasted venison just now was really good. Ferguson is truly a skilled cook.”

Accompanied by Victor and Ladi, he savored the delicious taste from earlier as he slowly walked back to his tent.

The hunting party was camping in the forest for the night. Whether in his past life or this one, this was Paul’s first time camping in the wild. Tents, bonfires, whole roasted animals…everything felt wonderfully new to him. This was something he couldn’t have enjoyed in his previous life. Start a forest fire, and you’ll rot in jail.

The lord’s camp was set up separately, not adjacent to the others…Ferguson and his group. The tent in the very center of the camp was Paul’s. The six surrounding tents were for Victor, Ladi, and the guards. Their tents formed a circle around Paul’s, and beyond that was a ring of cheval de frise.

The sun had set by now. The guards lit torches and stuck them in the ground, illuminating the camp brightly.

Paul took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was just past 8 p.m. “It’s still early for me to go to bed. If you two aren’t sleeping either, how about a few hands of cards in my tent? Victor, go find a few more people.”

Today’s hunt had made him feel that his luck was running high. He wondered if his luck from the hunting ground could carry over to the card table.

“Alright, Lord Grayman, I’ll go find some people right away.” Victor was very happy. The lord’s card skills were terrible, which meant he was about to come into another windfall.

Ladi glanced at Paul with pity and nodded in agreement.

“Who are you? Stand back!”

A sharp cry came from the camp entrance. The three of them couldn’t help but turn to look.

They saw a guard on duty with one hand on his sword hilt, pointing a finger at a person outside. By the light of the torches, Paul could see his attire; he seemed to be dressed as a servant.

Maybe he’s Ferguson’s? Or from the Warren family? The dinner party had already ended. Could there be some after-dinner activity they wanted to invite him to?

“I have something important to report to Lord Grayman!”

The newcomer seemed to recognize Paul and shouted towards him, his voice trembling slightly. But what was very strange was that although he was shouting, he also seemed to be trying his best to lower his voice, as if he was afraid of being overheard by others.

Paul shouted to the guard, “Let him in!”

The two guards on duty went forward and searched the man from top to bottom before letting him in.

Victor walked towards the man, positioning himself between him and Paul.

“Who sent you? What business do you have with Lord Grayman at this hour?”

The man looked anxious. “I’m from the Department of Intelligence. Lord Grayman, your life is in danger tonight!”

This single sentence stunned everyone present.

Victor reacted the fastest. He looked around and grabbed the man. “Come, let’s talk inside the tent.”

Then he ordered the two guards from before, “Notify everyone to be on the highest level of alert. Don’t let a single outsider in, but be careful not to make too much noise.”

“Yes, Lord Victor.”

The two guards, realizing something major was about to happen, immediately went to inform their comrades.

Victor held the man’s arm tightly and walked into the central tent with Paul and Ladi.

He glared at the man. “Speak, what exactly is going on?” But he still didn’t let go of his arm.

The servant-dressed man took a few breaths and said, “My name in the Department of Intelligence is Brandy. My name here is Mick. Lord Cecil arranged for me to be a servant in the Warren household two years ago. It’s not just me; other comrades were also placed in other families. Last month, my contact informed me to pay close attention to any unusual movements in the target family, especially their reaction to the Administration Council’s tax reform policy. But I’m not an old servant who has served the Warren family for generations, so I haven’t gained their full trust yet. The information they’ve revealed to me is very limited, so I haven’t been able to find out much.”

“But starting the day before yesterday, the other servants and I were suddenly assigned tasks. Dimitri Warren had us transport a large amount of kindling…things like sulfur…and place it in the forest in this area.”

“Kindling?” Everyone was shocked, thinking of a terrifying possibility. The place they were in was full of trees and plants.

“Yes, all sorts of flammable things. And more importantly, just a short while ago, the Warren family distributed weapons to us and told us to follow orders…no matter what the orders were.”

“Weapons?” Paul’s heart felt as if it had been seized by something.

There was no need to even think about it. Someone was definitely planning to make a move on him.

“Heh! Heh!”

Paul laughed in fury, his arm trembling uncontrollably…from anger, of course.

“Good! Good! They really dare to do such a thing. It seems I was too optimistic after all.”

Victor, on the other hand, angrily grabbed Brandy by the collar. “Then why didn’t you inform us sooner!”

Brandy looked pained. “Forgive my incompetence, my lord. The servants, including myself, were watched very strictly. If we had left without permission, we would have been beaten to death on the spot. They never cared about the lives of us servants. I suspect that when the time comes to act, these non-core servants will be used as cannon fodder, sent to fight first to exhaust your energy. I was only able to get out now by pretending I had an upset stomach from what I ate earlier. I had to put on a very convincing act to slip away.”

Among the people in the tent, only Ladi’s expression remained relatively calm. She asked composedly, “Since we are now aware of their plot, how about we strike first? Brandy, how many people do you estimate are involved in this?”

Paul also asked, “Or how about we quietly run away?”

Brandy’s face turned grim. “There must be at least five hundred people ambushing in this forest. And I’ve heard they’ve also positioned men outside the forest, blocking all the roads. The major families have really gone all out this time to assassinate Lord Grayman.”

Victor quickly determined that breaking out was not realistic. A crucial reason that had just occurred to him was that their horses were tied up together with the horses of the major families.

Ladi said decisively to Paul, “Lord Grayman, then let’s prepare for defense. If we try to break out, we don’t know what traps they’ve set on the roads. I believe the elite guards of the Lord’s Residence can hold off the rebels for a while. Then we can find a way to notify the outside as soon as possible.”

Paul asked with an anxious face, “Notify? How do we notify? Organize a suicide squad to charge out?”

The green-haired witch beckoned with her hand, and in the next second, something rushed into the tent with a flapping sound. No, it flew in, finally landing on the witch’s shoulder.

Paul took a look and saw that it was the large parrot Ladi kept, which was said to be a parrot but was the size of an eagle. He had seen this parrot a few times before. Had it also come with its master on this hunting trip? How had he not noticed it all this time?

“Can… can it do it?”

“It can!” Ladi said with great certainty.

“But… what if they set the forest on fire?”

“Then let them play with fire and get burned!”

A strange glint flashed in the green-haired witch’s eyes.