flstandardbreds Chapter 214 Helpless Choice
Chapter 214 Helpless Choice
After reading the letter from Earl Milo, John was filled with emotion. To be honest, he was very grateful to Earl Milo for his early help. Without his help, John would probably have to wait a few more years to achieve his current achievements.
Thinking of this, John walked back to his bedroom, sat at his desk, took out a piece of paper and prepared to write a letter to Charlie in Milo Territory, ordering him that if the heir of Milo Territory proposed the need to wipe out the rebels in the territory, he should take the local Black Watch Mercenary Group to quell the rebellion while ensuring that the soldiers would not be infected with the plague on a large scale. This could be regarded as a final favor for the deceased Earl Milo.
After handing the letter to the messenger, John took off his coat and lay down on the bed. Looking at the ceiling, John thought about what to do next.
If we follow the current time period, Griffith and Guts would probably be several years old. They need to come up with a solution quickly while there are still a few years left before the main storyline. After all, when Griffith defeats the Emperor of Terror and the underworld merges with reality, the only place that can be free from monsters is probably Eagle City.
By then, except for the Eagle City, there is a probability that some huge magical creatures will appear anywhere, and their power cannot be solved by the current muskets and cannons.
But John thought about it and realized that the only thing he could do now, apart from working hard to improve the technological level of the territory, was to place his hopes on the Warhammer mission which was still halfway completed. As the saying goes, only magic can fight magic. At that time, it would depend on whether the power of the Hand of God was stronger or the power of those monsters in Warhammer was stronger.
"It seems that I will have to trouble Wesker to continue collecting information about the Apostles during this period."
Just as John was thinking this, the bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Matilda walked in. After seeing John lying on the bed, she came to the bedside and asked:
"John, are you feeling unwell?"
John turned sideways upon hearing the voice and looked at Matilda who was at the bedside. John comforted her:
"No, I'm just thinking about something. As for you, you should stop doing some things during this period of time and rest in peace."
Seeing John's lazy look at this time, Matilda didn't say anything, but put her slender white hands on both sides of John's forehead and rubbed them gently.
Feeling the force applied to his head, John did not stop it. On the contrary, he thought Matilda's massage was pretty good, so he asked:
"Where did you learn massage? I've never seen you give anyone a massage before."
Matilda looked at John on the bed tenderly and responded:
"During the month you were away, I found a book on massage in the castle's library. After practicing a few times as described in the book, you happened to come back. This was my first time giving someone a massage."
Hearing this, John couldn't help but feel relieved. His wife was not only smart, but also gentle and considerate. It seemed that his father was right. Perhaps only love that understands each other can ultimately last.
While John and Matilda were in love, a quarrel broke out in the royal capital of Windham.
Ever since the plague covered almost the entire Midland Kingdom, there have been reports of nobles from all over the country dying of the disease. The plague, like the god of death, is constantly killing any creature it encounters. The local faction, the court faction, and even the nobles who do not participate in the political struggles in the royal capital, the only difference in the face of the coming plague is who dies first and who dies later.
Inside the palace, the ministers did not wait in the conference hall for the king's arrival as they had done before. Instead, they stood outside the palace gate and handed their documents to the servants inside. Some ministers then returned to the carriage outside to wait, while others walked back and forth at the palace gate, as if eagerly waiting for something.
Most of these people owned real power and valuables in their own territories outside. The arrival of the plague cut off their connections with the territory. A small number of people heard that their territories were occupied by relatives, children, and various bandits, which made them even more frightened. So they hurriedly advised the king to send troops to expel the rebels from their territories as soon as possible.
"Snapped!"
A document was slammed on the table by King Midlan, and then the king's blue-veined hands clenched it into a ball and threw it to the floor.
After his anger dissipated, King Midlan sat dejectedly in the chair, looking at the few remaining documents on the table. The king couldn't help but feel a headache. The news of rebellion and the death of nobles filled the king's mind, so that the king now felt nothing but anger and depression.
Although some of the rebels occupied the territories of the opposition nobles, if they were allowed to continue, what would follow would be a larger-scale rebellion and a major reshuffle of power in Midland, which he did not want to see. What's more, those rebels also occupied the territories directly under the royal family. If he did not deal with them, it would not be as simple as losing a piece of land, but the prestige he had accumulated over the years would collapse in an instant.
However, even though he wanted very much to send troops early to defeat the rebels who attempted to overthrow the existing order, as one of the largest lords in the Pure Land of Midland, many of his territories were located in the hardest-hit areas of the plague, so that the only troops he could directly deploy now were the garrison in the central part of the kingdom, Windam's Guards and the White Dragon Knights, and the newly trained land mercenaries.
But these troops total less than 50,000 people and are responsible for the defense of the central part of the kingdom. If they were transferred away, there would definitely be chaos in the places they were previously guarding.
Just when the king was in a manpower crisis, he accidentally opened a document from Milo Territory, and the content immediately caught his eye after he glanced at it for a few seconds.
"Yes, how could I forget about this mercenary group." Looking at the content about the Blackwatch mercenary group repelling the rebels, His Majesty the King was very excited. In his opinion, there is no more reliable mercenary group than Blackwatch in the world today. Not only does it have the advantages of numbers and equipment, it also has a good reputation among the nobles. It is simply an army similar to the regular army.
"Pass on my order," the king called his clerk and said:
"Send someone to inform the leader of the Black Watch Mercenary Group and order him to meet me at the palace immediately. I want to hire their entire mercenary group."
"Your Majesty." After hearing this, the civil servant was silent for a while and then continued:
"Black Watch...most of them returned to Earl John's territory in the early days. The remaining mercenaries are now stationed in Milo Territory. At the same time, they have also closed down their mercenary business."
"There is such a thing." The king frowned. Mercenary business is also a kind of commercial activity. This is the first time he heard that a mercenary group would not do business when the business market is unprecedentedly prosperous.
"Really..."
After thinking about it, the king finally said with a long sigh:
"Notify those nobles that if anyone reports that their territory has been attacked again, order them to resolve the issue on their own. At the same time, suggest that they go to Milo Territory to hire the Black Watch Mercenaries. Whether they can hire them depends on their own abilities."