The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 886: Volume 28, The Long Spear Plows the Courtyard, - 3: Revenge

Chapter 886: Volume 28, The Long Spear Plows the Courtyard, Chapter 3: Revenge

The blood-red eyes of the envoy from Homer made everyone feel somewhat scared, yet he also felt a glimmer of satisfaction, as this was exactly the effect he had intended to achieve.

This Lord of Poznan now resembled a Barbarian in a Berserk State, almost completely losing his rationale, and his extreme rage left him unsure of what to do. It was evident that Lord Komer’s tactic had trapped his adversary in an uncontrollable anger. The Lord had overtrusted his own judgment, overlooking some details. For someone as cunning and experienced as Nissa•Ferdinand, how could there possibly be a written contract? But at this moment, it seemed that Lord Ebson had completely forgotten about these details that should not have been overlooked.

"Lord Ebson, I am very sorry, even though we are still in a state of hostility, but for such an act of betrayal by an ally, both I and Lord Komer also feel contempt. However, the cruel reality forces us to accept these conditions. You can see that in the agreement, the Silesians gain most of the territorial profits, even including Groningen, for which their desire is quite urgent. In exchange, the Galleians will receive the Rundbell Area of Silesia as compensation, and we’ve only acquired the Trelins Area," said the envoy.

The envoy cunningly conveyed part of the information: the seal of the Silesian Lord’s Mansion and the signature of Nissa•Ferdinand were both absolutely genuine; otherwise, it would have been impossible to deceive the discerning eyes of Ebson. However, the Lord of Poznan clearly had failed to notice a slight imperfection in the production of the contract, where the part with the final signatures and seal slightly bulged from the previous contents. These minor differences might not even be discernible to someone examining them under normal circumstances, let alone to Ebson, who was already highly stressed. Moreover, the agreement was not completely fabricated out of thin air, the agreement with Silesia was entirely truthful, but the Galleians were just ruthlessly dragged into it. The behavior of the Silesians confirmed the authenticity of the agreement; true within false, false hiding within truth, that was the trick of counterfeiting.

After taking several deep breaths in an effort to calm his emotions, Ebson knew he couldn’t. He examined the agreement carefully again, especially the signatures and seals; they were definitely authentic, as no one could forge them. Ebson was as familiar with Nissa’s signature as he was with his own handwriting, and looking at the behavior of the Silesians, activities of Beastmen, disturbances within the territory, it was clear they were all just a cover for their collusion. The utter despicableness of this person made Ebson curse out loud.

"Lord Ebson, I think you are clear about the current situation. You cannot withstand the advance of our Army without reinforcements. If the war continues, by tomorrow this place will be a ruin, everything will be destroyed. I think you wouldn’t want to see such a beautiful city turned into rubble, would you? Moreover, I believe that by this time, the Silesians might already be ready to march, and as soon as we conquer here, their army might head straight for Poznan City and Groningen, which are their real targets," said the envoy.

"What are you trying to say?" Tiredness and despair mixed, Ebson found it hard to calm down and think clearly. The enemy’s intentions were so apparent, yet he still clung to an unrealistic sliver of hope.

"Lord, let’s speak frankly, Poznan cannot exist as it did before; the Silesians and Galleians have never contemplated such a scenario. If Homer and Poznan had planned this due to the hostility, then as allies, the actions of Silesia and Galle are contrary to the comportment of a gentleman," continued the envoy, adding fuel to the fire.

With the throbbing in his temples, Ebson remembered the eager suggestions from the Galleians to form an alliance against Homer, the spirited discussions with the Silesians about the plan to divide Homer after their defeat, especially recalling the obsequious faces of Zellin and Nissa, Ebson felt like a fool, played in the palm of their hands without knowing, all while he sincerely trusted them, believing they truly wanted to join him against the common threat.

Now, the reality turned out to be so ugly and cruel; those two must be smirking nearby, eagerly awaiting their share of the spoils, right? Allies, such a noble term; is this really what it means to be a loyal ally? "Noble" is an excuse for not enough temptation, "loyal" is an excuse for insufficient betrayal. The philosopher’s prophecy was unfortunately playing out in his life, and it was terribly unfair.

"What did Komer send you to do? Just to flaunt before this loser?" Ebson asked.

"No, Lord Komer is not that kind of person without grace. He regrets having to take such actions under hostile conditions. If Poznan can no longer be as it was, he means that the war and sacrifices are already unnecessary. He wants to convey a message, if Mr. Ebson can provide the necessary cooperation, he will meet all your reasonable demands," the envoy said, choosing his words carefully to avoid provoking the other party.

Sitting painfully in the chair, Ebson realized that things had reached an irrevocable point, just as the other side had said. There was no longer much point in continuing the war, having lost the support of the Silesians and the tacit cooperation of the Galleians. Alone, Poznan couldn’t stand against the Homer army armed with barbaric forces. The Battle of Trelins had already destroyed the confidence of his own Army, and now with the enemy at the gates, was there any point in continuing the war?

It was all due to his own foolishness, and more importantly, due to the sordid villainy of Nissa and Zellin. No, he couldn’t let those two enjoy themselves freely, sharing everything he left behind after his fall.

"I can agree to your requests from Lord Komer, but I also have my conditions. Apart from my own personal necessities, I have an additional condition," Ebson said, grinding the words through his teeth.

"No problem, Lord Komer has given me authority, as long as the conditions are reasonable, he will do everything possible to satisfy them," the envoy quickly replied.

"Humph, absolutely reasonable. Perhaps your Lord Komer will even rejoice over this," Ebson’s eyes flashed with a crazed light. (To be continued, for more information, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters support the author, support authorized reading!)