Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 447 - 447 209 Anger

447: Chapter 209 Anger 447: Chapter 209 Anger Seeing the Griffin fly towards the Tower Castle first, Yevan turned back and called out to a few familiar sergeants on the city wall.

“…Norris!

Where’s Norris?”

“Sir, Sergeant Norris has already fallen in battle,” a soldier replied.

“…What about Tim?”

“Lord Tim was pulled off the city wall by a monster, and his body has not been found yet.”

“…” The sorrow in his heart and the injuries on his body made Yevan cough repeatedly.

He inquired about the whereabouts of several other sergeants, but they had either already sacrificed or were missing, their fates unknown.

The only remaining one was severely injured and unable to take care of himself, and whether he could survive was a question mark.

Looking around, aside from the seventy-odd family soldiers who could still stand on the city head, Yevan could hardly see a familiar face among the surviving two or three hundred town conscripted soldiers.

Now, within the town guard, which had suffered over half casualties, he couldn’t find a sergeant to manage the army and handle the aftermath on his behalf.

As for the refugee leader with a group still numbering no less than a thousand disaster victims, it was even more needless to mention.

Looking at these people now holding spears, axes, knives, and swords, Yevan felt uneasy in his heart.

In this short time, he had already stopped several conflicts that almost broke out due to refugees stripping the soldiers’ armor from their bodies.

Dizzy and overwhelmed, Yevan had no choice but to carefully consider and temporarily promote a few family soldiers to sergeants to command the scene.

“Sir Yevan, let’s cooperate,”

Yevan turned at the sound and saw the refugee leader approaching from not far away.

“What do you mean?”

Looking at this guy, who not long ago had threatened to lead the refugees to attack the city if no food was provided, the knight frowned tightly.

“I mean, of course, to take in us refugees,” Ron shook his head at the young man.

“Afraid I’m plotting something?

Don’t be silly.

We’re all in the same boat now.

We lack food, and you lack manpower.

Besides, the refugees have already entered the city.

So many people holding weapons – if I really had a mind to cause trouble, unless that Griffin rider intervened, your soldiers wouldn’t be able to stop us.”

Yevan stared fiercely at him, “Is this a threat?”

Ron gave this young man a bitter smile and gestured toward the district.

“It’s not a threat; it’s just good advice.

You must understand, besides this nearly thousand people behind me, at least two thousand more disaster victims have fled into the district.

These refugees aren’t an army.

If it weren’t for survival, I couldn’t restrain them.

If the disaster victims rioted, how would you handle it?

The casualties in Shatai City are already severe.

Can it bear such a further blow?

Even if you ask that Griffin Knight for help, he won’t stay long.

What happens when he leaves?

While I still have some control over this thousand people behind me, you might as well incorporate us as Shatai citizens.

I’ll help you organize a City Guard Army and restore order in the city…

Mr.

Yevan, these people weren’t bandits to begin with; they’re civilians from various places.

We don’t ask for much, just a way to survive.”

A way to survive…

Faced with the sudden request from the refugee leader, Yevan fell into deep thought…

In such matters, it was usually his father who handled them, followed by the steward and his elder brother.

His mother, with her weak personality, had always been insignificant in the family, and he himself, who was not well-regarded, had never had experience in deciding major affairs.

At home, he was always regarded as merely a warrior to be sent back and forth.

But now, with his father missing and his elder brother leading the army with the King’s forces in the King’s Domain, Shatai City was temporarily left to him.

“I need to consider it before replying to you…

but you must restrain your men and at least return the armor taken from the guards to prove you won’t cause further trouble,” Yevan deliberated.

He didn’t demand the return of the weapons distributed earlier, which was too unrealistic.

Ron turned to look at his troops, pondered deeply, and nodded, “I can return most of the armor to you, but I need to keep a dozen sets to arm my trusted followers.

Additionally, you must provide enough food in exchange, to reward us for risking our lives defending the city.

I assure you I’ll gather the troops and keep them under control.”

He did not want to goodwill to this young knight.

However, if he rashly ordered the refugees who had seized the armor to take off their “spoils of war,” it would undoubtedly damage his authority in their eyes, making it even more difficult to manage the troops afterward.

If his trusted subordinates had an armed advantage, maintaining internal deterrence, while using enough life-saving food to exchange with them, it would be more acceptable to the refugees than a one-sided concession.

“…Alright, I hope you honor your promise, otherwise…” Yevan paused, as the currently weaker side, he really couldn’t produce a convincing “otherwise” other than fighting to the death with them.

The young knight had no choice but to say helplessly, “Otherwise, I’ll request that righteous Griffin Knight to come and arbitrate, to uphold justice for Shatai City.”

“Ha, rest assured, Sir Yevan, we’re just a ragtag group and dare not oppose such a powerful knight.

Now, let’s consider this the first step in setting aside past animosities,”

Ron smiled, showing weakness in his words, giving the other enough face.

Yevan, barely maintaining his spirits, ordered the guard leaders and the militia to bring in carts of food.

Seeing Ron return to the refugee troops and indeed return the seized armor as promised, he felt somewhat reassured.

Weak and lacking strength, he still had a large mess in the city to clean up.

There really was no better way to respond…

…

Flying over the wreckage-strewn Shatai District, Leon looked down at the outlines of bodies faintly visible on the street.

The number of exposed corpses wasn’t many, but the doors and windows that were destroyed by the Corpse Ghost due to lack of strength suggested that the number of civilians who perished inside buildings might far exceed estimates.

Riding Death Claw across the arch bridge of the city river, landing in the district where the Lonely Castle was, Leon examined the tower bastion’s outer walls like a small fortress ahead.

Seeing the closed gate in front, Leon was puzzled.

He remembered the refugee leader named Ron on the city wall saying that Baron Shatai might have already fled.

So why was the Lonely Castle gate still closed from the inside?

…Thinking that although the outer walls were effectively non-existent obstacles for the Griffin, Leon did not rashly fly in.

After all, it was someone else’s home, and it was better to wait for that Yevan knight to take him inside.

Letting Death Claw rest and wait, he noticed a long ladder leaning against the outer wall.

Did someone climb in from the outside with the ladder to seek refuge?

…After a while, enduring pain, Yevan finally delegated matters to the newly promoted sergeant, and, protected by several soldiers, arrived late on horseback.

From a distance, seeing his own front gate closed, Yevan was also taken aback.

Then thinking that his father might still be holding out in the Lonely Castle, he felt slightly comforted, thinking perhaps the other couldn’t face the battlefield directly due to cowardice.

But in the end, he hadn’t, as the refugee leader speculated, abandoned the town to escape alone.