APTnovel Chapter 469 Three Requirements
Chapter 469 Three Requirements
Chapter 469 A Request
"What did you do?"
Hiram sounded surprised and quickly pressed for an answer.
Tuscarola was puzzled. Wasn't it obvious? I only broke the sword.
Freud, on the contrary, was more composed. He squinted at Tuscarola for a while before slowly saying, "I understand your strength. So, I won't waste any more words. Please sit down, young lady."
Tuscarola was happy to have some peace and quiet, as she had been wanting to sit down and rest for a while.
After walking such a long way, her feet were already a little sore.
Tuscarola came to the table and jumped onto the chair.
She then noticed a map on the table.
There were some small flags on the map, but Tuscarola couldn't figure out what they meant.
She couldn't be bothered to care.
Floyd and Hiram also walked to the table and sat down, but remained silent for a long time.
Hiram broke the silence: "Sir, this assassin lady is here to collect intelligence."
"Of course, after all, countless assassins have died in Harvest City," Freud said. "If that bitch can be assassinated, this battle will tilt greatly in our favor."
"Calling her a whore is a bit much. I've heard that the newly succeeded Duke of the Plains is very beautiful and is still a virgin."
"It can only be said that heaven favors the Lorraine family, adding the element of beauty to their bloodline. It is said that the women of the Lorraine family are all beautiful as flowers. In the kingdom, perhaps only the Capello family can compare with them."
Hiram shrugged. "The forest is right next to the plain; the two families might be closely related."
"Perhaps, but at least the Lorraines don't have orange-yellow hair, they have blonde," Freud said. "But whether she was a whore or a virgin, her death was necessary for us."
Hiram, however, said, "The power of the Lorin family will not disappear with the death of the lord, Sir. What I worry about is that even if the current Lord of the Plains is killed, the next Duke of Lorin will inherit that power that originated from the demons."
"The Lorraine family doesn't have many women left," Freud said with a smile. "And their power seems to weaken with each succession. Twenty years ago, no one dared to offend the Lorraine family. Not even a few dozen leagues, let alone a few hundred leagues, could bring peace."
"So, Sir, where is the intelligence? As you just saw, this girl who looks like a child is actually a highly skilled assassin. Perhaps she really can kill the current Lord of the Plains."
"I've already sent someone to deliver the latest intelligence," Freud suddenly frowned, "but for some reason, the intelligence hasn't arrived yet."
Hiram frowned upon hearing this: "Sent from the front lines?"
"That's right," Freud nodded.
"This is abnormal. At only sixty-odd leagues, even if a rest is needed, two days should be enough. Sir, how long ago was your order issued?"
Five days.
"Five days?! Something's not right. Could something have happened?"
"I think so too," Freud nodded. "In fact, I haven't received any intelligence from the North for three days."
"Three days!" Hiram suddenly stood up excitedly. "Sir, you have been far too careless. Intelligence is the lifeblood of war. Even if it's only half a day, let alone three days, you should be on guard if the intelligence hasn't been updated."
"Of course I know that, so I've already gone to verify with the allies on other fronts," Freud said with a displeased look. "But you should also know that although we are nominally allies, every family that sent troops here will have its own agenda."
"Even the royal family sent two armies, one of which belonged to the eldest prince and the other was closely connected to the eldest princess. No one knows what they intend to gain from this war, but there is no doubt that the two armies have been restraining each other since the first day they entered the plains."
"Their presence has not helped the Allies in any way; on the contrary, their royal status has constantly influenced and even hindered the entire Allied operation. Other fronts probably do not trust us and are even wary of us, so I have not received a reply until now."
"So what do we do now?" Hiram asked.
Freud pondered for a moment before looking at Tuscarola: "Young lady, do you need intelligence to carry out the assassination?"
"That target is very dangerous," Tuscarola said briefly.
This means that she could potentially lose her life in this assassination attempt.
Before Anne broke off their friendship, she reminded her to remember that there are always people more capable than you, and you should never be careless or underestimate any enemy.
Therefore, Tuscarola had to prepare for the worst and carry out the assassination in the safest way possible.
In fact, a few months ago, Tuscarola thought that if he died, he would die.
But now she is no longer a silly girl. Life is precious. She doesn't exist for others; she should live for herself.
"I understand," Freud nodded. "Then, I'll give you the previous information first. Although it may be outdated, it still has some reference value. As for the latest information, I will urge them again."
Tuscarola nodded: "You mean, I have to wait?"
“That’s right,” Freud nodded. “I’ll set up a separate tent for you in the camp.”
Tuscarola really didn't want to stay in this dirty place, but sometimes, he couldn't completely act according to his own whims.
She had no choice but to agree, but added, "I want to sleep in the bed."
Floyd and Hiram paused for a moment, then both smiled. Hiram stood up and said, "I'll get ready, Miss Assassin."
Miss Assassin—Tuscarola smiled; she liked the title.
"grown ups!"
Just then, a person walked into the tent.
The two men opposite immediately turned their heads, but Tuscarola did not.
This was none of her business. She picked up the glass in front of her and took a sip of the liquid inside.
Ah! So spicy!
If Tuscarola hadn't restrained herself, she would surely be coughing violently right now, accompanied by tears.
Is this transparent liquid not water, but wine?
But this wine is just awful—Tuscarola pushed the wooden cup away in disgust.
"What is it?" Freud asked.
"A soldier has come to the camp. He appears to be one of Lord Evan's men. He is covered in wounds and requests to see you."
"Bring him in."
After a while, it seemed that another person had entered the tent.
Freud stood up: "What happened?"
"My lord, please send reinforcements!"
"Earl Evan's Flying Town is under siege and at risk of being breached at any moment!"
Hiram shrieked, "With all these families funding the construction of your master's defenses, how could he possibly be easily besieged!"
"The enemy did not come from the front, sirs," the voice said with a hint of fear, "For some reason, the Lorraine army attacked our rear!"
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