Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 59 - 57: The Death Knell Tolling Low

"Trash! All of you are trash!!"

In the banquet hall of Lord’s castle, Levell raged furiously and smashed his wine glass on the guard’s head.

His fat face became distorted at this moment.

Levell roared, "That was my most important mine! Did you just hand it over so easily?!"

"Lord, Viscount Roland raised a group of fierce monsters!"

The guard, covered in mud and bloodied, cried out, "They showed no fear, and wielded terrifying glowing weapons!"

"Glowing weapons?" Levell paused, "What do you mean?"

"There was a horrifying long spear capable of emitting golden flames, capable of melting the surrounding snow with every swing!"

Recalling the scene, the guard trembled all over, "Nate, the Iron Guard Captain, charged in, only to be instantly killed! His bones were burnt to ash!"

Levell’s breath sank, "How many of them were there?"

The guard paused, cautiously responding, "One... over a hundred."

"Useless! There were two Iron Guard Corps stationed around the iron mine, and you idiotic failures couldn’t even win despite your numbers?!"

The lord erupted in anger, "Guards, drag him out and execute him!"

"No... I beg you..." Amidst wails, the guard with trembling legs was dragged out of the hall.

Sitting by the banquet table, merchant Snow was momentarily puzzled.

What kind of decision is this? The subordinate crossed the swamp to bring you information, and yet you want to execute him?

"Hmph, I never need incompetent losers!"

The Southern Territory’s lord raised a new wine glass, his gaze sweeping through the banquet; the minor nobles all lowered their heads, not daring to meet the lord’s eyes.

Levell nodded with satisfaction, the fat on his face trembling, displaying an intense aura of authority.

He looked at the Alliance merchant next to him, "Mr. Snow, what do you make of that loser’s account?"

Snow thought for a moment, responding truthfully, "Lord Roland most likely obtained some kind of Deep Sea Treasures."

"Hahaha! That’s what I think too!"

Levell’s eyes were filled with greedy light; Viscount Roland probably had a stroke of luck, bouncing around thanks to that treasure.

Perfect!

He still possessed seventeen full Iron Guard Corps, with warriors equipped with iron weapons standing in rows, enough to drown Viscount Roland with just a mouthful of spit!

Giving the Deep Sea Treasures to a servant, who knows how much determination Roland put into it.

But it’s useless!

With overwhelming numerical superiority, Seagull Town would be crushed like a bug!

"I want to make Roland pay a price, then seize his treasure..."

He murmured to himself, once the treasure was obtained, he would decide whether to offer it to the Royal Family or keep it for his own collection.

Everything is under control!

Levell momentarily admired his own foresight.

"Ahem... Lord, I believe you should focus your attention on the Western Border."

Snow, with a peculiar expression, made a reminder at this moment, "The Blood Plague is spreading in all directions, and the disaster is about to reach your territory. I suggest you prepare ahead..."

"Impossible!"

The lord interrupted the merchant, smiling confidently, "I am a pure-blooded Lionheart noble, the former king’s wrath could never befall me!"

Snow: ...

"Lord, you must face the facts."

Snow attempted a final persuasion, "As I understand, the towns bordering the Southern and Western Territories have been completely engulfed by the plague mist. The Lionheart Knights roaming within... forgive me, but they no longer resemble ’humans’."

Levell’s face instantly turned sullen.

He downed his wine in one gulp, then slammed his fist on the table, "I get it! It’s all those damn peasants’ fault! They must have betrayed the Lion’s Heart Glory!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Snow: ?

He felt a sudden sense of dizziness.

"It seems I’ve been too lenient with those lowly people; only by doubling the taxes can I make them behave!"

Levell’s eyes flashed with cruelty, "Once I execute Viscount Roland, I will offer all the traitors to the Royal Court Knight to prove my loyalty."

He coldly said, "I will proactively assist the Royal Family in organizing the Southern Territory!"

Snow took a swallow of wine, trying to take a deep breath.

"Exactly right, exactly right!"

The Alliance merchant’s face beamed with a smile of admiration, unable to resist leading the applause, "Lord, you are truly a genius!"

Immediately, the minor nobles at the banquet also chimed in with flattering remarks, and the atmosphere in the hall became lively again.

Levell savored the wine, grinning broadly, feeling buoyant from the praise he received.

Look! Even the nobility from the Alliance must bow to his charisma! Soon enough, he would surely bring Snow under his command.

With Snow’s assistance, he might even be able to subdue the Alliance’s singer ’Nightingale’!

At this moment, Snow concocted a random excuse to inspect the goods and hurriedly left the banquet hall.

He passed one emaciated servant after another, while the Alliance merchant furrowed his brow and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, something seemed off...

From his observations, these Lion Heart nobles were generally irritable and quick-tempered, their actions ruthless and vicious. There seemed not to be a normal person among the nobility!

This very fact was unnatural.

Snow couldn’t believe a group could be foolish to such an extent. Ignoring their personalities, it seemed as if something was clouding the nobles’ minds, interfering with their reasoning...

Perhaps some unknown entity from the sea was driving the nation’s upper echelons to madness?

In any case, this is not a place to linger; he has had enough of Levell, this backward little island’s indigenous bumpkin.

The spies Snow had sent out had long been waiting outside.

"How are things in the West?"

"Not promising, sir."

The spy said with a trembling voice, "That blood plague is undoubtedly the precursor to a celestial calamity. At this rate, this small island will soon become the Gray Realm."

Snow nodded, expression indifferent.

At the end of the day, this small island with a population of only a few million, sinks then sinks.

Let these indigenous nobles cling to their so-called Lion’s Heart Glory and amuse themselves in the final moments.

"Sir, there’s one more thing I must report to you."

The spy swallowed, sweat already seeping from his forehead, his whole demeanor somewhat dazed.

"What is it?" Seeing his subordinate’s expression, Snow felt a little uneasy himself.

At this moment, the sense of unease in his heart was growing stronger.

The biting snowstorm whipped against the old flag atop the fortress, creating eerie wailing sounds.

"Our people found diluted Blood Flesh Empowerment Needle in the nobles’ distillery..."

The spy lowered his voice, "They’ve been used as a special recipe, extensively incorporated into the wine for the nobles’ daily consumption, and this situation has persisted for many years..."

Snow stood frozen in place.

The addictive inferior potion from the Empire, ripping through sanity...

Massively used among the Lion Heart nobles...

The Southern Territory lord’s banquet continued, the deranged laughter of the nobles vaguely reaching the Alliance merchant’s ears along the wind and snow.

At this moment, Snow felt a chill throughout his body.

He collapsed onto the ground, retching uncontrollably, while the spy tried to support him but was pushed away by Snow.

"Where are the others!!"

"The others?" The spy seemed flustered.

Snow’s face had twisted into madness, he nearly screamed, "I’m asking where the others I sent are?!"

"They should have returned near the port..."

The spy explained but found Snow’s expression completely locked, his mouth slightly open, staring blankly at something behind him.

The frost-wind grew increasingly piercing.

The spy turned his head in bewilderment, his eyes reflecting a bizarre silhouette.

A figure cloaked entirely in pure white bear fur, standing over two meters tall, silently in the snowstorm, under the hood is darkness, only an eerie hollow glow could be seen.

The sound of gears turning reached both their ears, like the low hum of mournful bells in a church.

"Empire elite... Night Owl Hunter..."

Snow squeezed out a desperate mutter from deep within his throat.

In the next moment, the blade cleaved the snowflakes along its path, and two heads soared high.