System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 808 - 261: The Kidnapped Lord Bishop (10,000 Words)
Stepping down the stone stairs, he arrived at the hall on the first floor.
Samuel’s gaze scanned the area.
Apart from the Church Guards taking turns watching the door.
The other dozens of guards had already gone to the vacant rooms to rest.
They donned plate armor and rode horses.
Far more tiresome and laborious than Simo who sat within the carriage.
Samuel stepped out the gate, listening to the respectful salutes from the guards.
He nodded slightly in response.
After completing all this, Samuel stepped along the street in front of the houses.
At this moment, Samuel had only one thought in his mind.
This quiet town, it’s just too silent!
There was no Church Night Watcher striking a bell to mark the start of a new day.
Nor did he hear the crowing of roosters at dawn, or the noises from penned pigs, cattle, sheep, and poultry.
On his walk, he hadn’t even heard a single dog’s bark.
Now, as he walked back and forth in front of the building.
He could hear the metallic clang of iron boots on the stone slab pavement.
Samuel understood clearly.
All this must be related to the Standard Plate Soldiers guarding the entrances of Morgan Town!
If they were captured and interrogated strictly, the truth would undoubtedly surface.
However, watching the street lit by the furnace’s glow but empty.
Samuel hesitated.
If capturing them led to resistance.
It would result in direct confrontation!
From the initial meeting moments ago.
The unfamiliar Standard Plate Soldiers he saw greatly outnumbered the Church Guards Simo brought.
They certainly wouldn’t be a match for these soldiers!
They could likely be suppressed!
The next second.
A chilling thought emerged in his mind.
If something had truly happened in Morgan Town causing the townsmen to vanish like into thin air.
And then, they forcefully entered this town...
Wouldn’t that be marching to their doom?
If that’s indeed the case, then they’re in trouble!
Looking at the empty road ahead, Samuel turned his body and headed back to the three-story building.
The only thing they could do now was to patiently await daybreak.
Wait for Simo to finish resting and promptly leave Morgan Town!
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
A soldier rode a warhorse, holding a torch in his left hand and the reins in his right.
Charging swiftly on the gravel road beneath the night sky.
Stirring up gravel and creating a cloud of dust.
Passing through sprawling woods, beyond a built-up Outpost Fortress.
Leaping onto the already constructed red brick road, the warhorse headed towards a towering wall in the dark distance.
Before reaching the wall, the soldier shouted urgently.
"Open the gates quickly, I’m a Centurion Earl’s messenger."
"I have an urgent message for the Lord!"
Seeing those tightly shut iron gates remaining closed.
The messenger continued shouting.
"Open the gates quickly..."
Clatter~
Buzz~
After the sound of unlocking, with a heavy opening sound.
One of the two iron gates slowly opened.
The messenger’s face lit up with joy, speeding up the warhorse’s gallop.
Just as the messenger passed through the city gates, a burly figure on a warhorse chased after him.
The messenger glanced back in confusion, only to recognize the pursuing rider — Wesley!
Wesley didn’t ask the messenger to slow down; he merely rode alongside him.
"An urgent report from Morgan Town?"
Upon hearing Wesley’s question, the messenger respectfully replied.
"Yes, Lord Wesley!"
"Simo Tucker, the Church Bishop of Kakasong City, has led a team of riders to Morgan Town!"
Wesley’s brow furrowed instantly.
"Church Bishop?"
"I’ll accompany you to see the Lord!"
The messenger responded, "Yes, Lord Wesley."
Echoing the sound of hoofbeats in the forest, the two silhouettes headed towards the town.
Passing through sprawling fields with planted crops, they arrived at the Lord’s Square in front of the town.
Then passed through a row of Red Brick Houses.
Wesley led the messenger to the tightly closed gates of the Lord’s Castle.
Not waiting for the guards to inquire.
Wesley, still on horseback, spoke first.
"I’m Wesley, report quickly to the Lord; there’s an urgent message to convey."
The castle guard frowned, responding.
"Lord Wesley, it’s already late at night; the Lord is asleep!"
Wesley’s tone remained calm, continuing.
"I have stated, an urgent message needs to be reported to the Lord!"
The castle guard hesitated for two seconds, speaking.
"Please wait a moment, Lord Wesley, I will proceed now."
Wesley acknowledged, watching the castle guard enter through the side gate.
Eventually, his figure disappeared behind the iron gates.
A few minutes later.
The guard returned through the side gate.
He respectfully explained to Wesley.
"Lord Wesley, the Lord has summoned you inside."
Wesley didn’t say much, dismounting rapidly, leading the messenger into the castle.
Walking along the winding path, Wesley and the messenger reached the stairs to the second floor’s reception hall.
Both briskly ascended.
Wesley briefly searched with his gaze, quickly settling on the far end of the reception hall — the Lord’s throne.
Lynn, draped in a silk robe, sat there.
