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âWhoosh!â
âWhoosh!â
Two arrows shot out, one hit a wild rabbit that was trying to escape, and the otherâ Missed.
âClip-clopâ¦â
Two riders chased after, upon seeing the sign of an arrow in the leg of the rabbit, one of them excitedly exclaimed, âHaha, Colin, it was my shot that got it this time!â
The other shook his head in frustration, praising, âMiss Veraâs archery skills are really getting better and better!â
Vera raised her little head in pride and signaled her cavalry attendant to come forward and collect her game.
âWow, itâs still alive.â
The wild rabbit shot in the thigh was still squirming in the attendantâs hand, seemingly unwilling to give up on life yet.
Colin was about to do the small creature a favor and put it out of its misery, so Vera wouldnât have to do the deed herself out of her kindness.
âClip-clop .
Another round of hoofbeats, and Marquis Garcia led a team of cavalry over.
Seeing their bountiful returns, Vera exclaimed in surprise, âWow, uncle, you guys caught so much!â
Marquis Garcia smiled casually and glanced at Colin, âOf course, after all, no one is taking it easy on our side.â
Colin didnât seem to catch the sarcasm in Marquis Garciaâs words and laughed, âIt seems we will have a feast tonight.â
âGreat.â Vera cheered and excitedly went to check Marquis Garciaâs game.
Halfway there, as if remembering something, she turned back to the attendant and said: âLet that wild rabbit go, itâs too small and not much meat anyway.â
âYes.â The attendant held the still struggling wild rabbit with a helpless look on his face.
Inwardly, he couldnât help but grumbleâ
One was deliberately making it easy to please others, and the other was too kind-hearted to kill. Luckily, there was Marquis Garcia, otherwise, they would really go hungry tonight.
Night fell, and the attendants lit the bonfire and started preparing food.
Vera saw Colin pull out a burnt-clay lump from the fire, frowned her beautiful brows, and questioned: âCan this really be eaten?â
âOf course!â While Colin peeled off the charred clay and meat skin, he confidently said:
âThis is called Beggarâs Chicken, oh no, I used deer leg, so itâs Beggarâs Venison. Once, a great chef named Huang Rong conquered a Holy Field champion with this dishâ¦â
âHuang Rong? What a strange name.â Vera-supporting her chin with both hands asked curiously, âWhatâs the name of that Holy Field champion?â
âUh⦠I forgot.â
Colin couldnât continue. The champions of the Holy Field in this world mostly have names and titles, and it would be easy to be caught out if he kept on making up stories.
âAlright, donât get stuck on the details, try my Beggarâs Venison!â Colin cut a piece of deer leg and handed it to Vera.
Vera carefully took a bite, and then, her face turned a bit odd.
âIt doesnât taste good?â Seeing her reaction, Colin felt a bit uncertain and cut a piece for himself.
Next, he immediately spit it out: âPhew! Itâs not fully cooked!â
âHahahaâ¦.â Vera seeing Colinâs embarrassed look, burst out laughing immediately.
Just as Colin was contemplating where he went wrong, the crisp sound of horse hooves suddenly came from outside the camp.
A cavalryman quickly approached and handed a letter to Marquis Garcia.
Seeing this, Colin immediately realized that it should be a message from Ice Rock City and came over.
Marquis Garcia didnât avoid him, after reading, he directly handed the letter to him.
Colin took it and scanned it quickly.
âWhatâs the matter?â Vera also turned around, curious.
Before Colin could speak, Marquis Garcia spoke first: âItâs nothing, Earl Dawson sent a letter to notify us of the distribution of the spoils of the Dark Cavalry.â
âOh.â Vera obviously wasnât interested in this, turned her head back and continued focused on salvaging the deer leg that Colin had messed up.
Colin didnât say a word, silently threw the letter into the fire, destroying it completely.
Marquis Garcia lied.
The content of the letter was not about the distribution of spoils of war, but about a petition from the lords.
This petition demanding the stripping of Marquis Charlesâs nobility had been delivered to Duke St. Hildeâs hands. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
However, Duke St. Hilde directly rejected the request of these lords and ordered all lords to immediately head to the stronghold of the Golden Lion Legion to meet him.
Colin didnât expect Duke St. Hilde to be so stubborn, showing no intent to back down at all.
It was almost as if he was forcing the lords into rebellion.
Colin took another look at Marquis Garcia, but couldnât discern any emotion from his face.
âMy Lord, shall we prepare to return to Ice Rock City?â Colin asked tentatively. They had been out for three days already.
And indeed, this hunting trip appeared to be simply that â a hunting trip.
But now, Ice Rock Cityâs situation was on the verge of erupting, surely it was time to return?
âNo need, Earl Dawson will handle everythingâ. Marquis Garcia dismissed the idea uninterestedly.
Naturally, Colin was confused.
Was the Marquis planning to remove himself from this situation entirely?
âYou two, come taste the deer leg Iâve roasted!â Vera seemed to have no idea of what was happening in Ice Rock City at the moment, she just laughed carelessly.
âGreat!â both men immediately revealed smiles, heading over to enjoy the delicious food their beautiful young friend had prepared.
As if the matters in Ice Rock City were entirely unrelated to them.
The night grew darker, and most of the people had already fallen asleep.
Unable to sleep, Colin woke up and snuck off to the forest far from the camp, catching that owl that just kept hooting non-stop.
âSnap!â
He broke the owlâs neck, cut its main artery with a dagger, and then brought
his mouth to the wound.
âGulpâ¦gulpâ¦â
After getting his fill, Colin wiped his mouth, buried the owlâs corpse, then returned to the camp.
Just as he was about to crawl into his tent, he saw Marquis Garcia come out as well.
âMy Lord, canât you sleep either?â
âHmm.â The marquis nodded towards Colin, âFancy a walk?â
âAlright.â Colin scurried after him immediately.
The two men walked further away from camp. Guards who had followed them quietly spread out in the distance.
âAre you worried about your sister left in Ice Rock City?â Marquis Garcia broke the silence first.
âEr, not exactlyâ¦â Colin was telling the truth.
Marquis Garcia clearly didnât believe him and tried to reassure: âDonât worry,
Earl Dawson will take good care of her. And also, so will the troops of the Angler family left in the city.â
âThank you, My Lord!â
âNo need to be courteous. After all, youâre here because of me, I should take responsibility for it.â
âMy Lord, Iâm actually very grateful that you brought me out.â
âWhyâs that?â
âBecause, I donât want to get involved in that fatal whirlpool in Ice Rock City either.â
Marquis Garcia looked over at Colin and chuckled: âYouâre a smart man. So, if you were in Ice Rock City right now, which side would you be on?â Colin felt a sudden surge of anxiety.
Marquis Garciaâs blunt question made him somewhat embarrassed.
He wasnât sure if this was a test or not.
Under the pressure, Colin cunningly replied:
âMy Lord, the Angler family will always remain loyal to the St.. Hilde family!â