Chapter 46: The Clown, Part 1

During Dean’s thoughts, the group returned to the outpost safely. Fortunately, they did not encounter any bandit attacks on the way.

Of course, this did not mean there were no bandits.

Although Dean was lost in thought, he had noticed that more than one group of small-scale bandits had been trailing them.

However, considering the large gap in numbers and the piles of human heads on their warhorses, these bandits weighed the pros and cons and wisely chose to retreat.

Therefore, Dean and his group were able to return to the outpost safely—

“Commander, we have reached the outpost!”

Theron, who had been acting as a scout, said excitedly.

“Alright, let everyone rest first. After it is completely dawn, we will return to the garrison!”

Dean looked at the still dim sky, then looked at his subordinates who were still excited but could not hide their exhaustion. Dean knew exactly what to do.

Of course, the tasks of vigilance and duty still needed to be completed.

And for such tasks, Dean confidently handed them over to the Militia Captain standing in front of him.

In fact, it was thanks to this Militia Captain that the previous bandits did not launch a true attack. The man’s sharp vision and experience as a hunter always allowed him to occupy the best attack positions in advance and make effective defenses. Dean once again expressed his appreciation for this.

Therefore, assigning some small tasks to Theron as training to help him grow faster had been put on Dean’s schedule.

It was already early dawn, so even if they rested, the time would not be very long. About an hour and a half later, Dean and the others set off again.

However, with an hour and a half of rotating rest, the young Militia had relieved some of their fatigue. Plus a hearty breakfast, they had abundant Stamina—The ingredients for the breakfast were not loot, but those distributed by Dean the previous day and brought to the outpost by Theron.

For the young Militia, the food from the “Snow Bear’s Home” in Tier Town was exceptionally delicious, even if it had been reheated.

Afterward, Dean let Theron continue to lead his team to handle the surrounding vigilance, and then Dean returned to the Military Camp with another Militia Captain.

No doubt, Dean and his group’s return, especially the supplies on the warhorses and the heads on the reins, caused those staying behind to cheer—

“The Regiment Commander has returned in victory!”

“The Regiment Commander has returned in victory!”

Amidst such shouts, Mah, who had been assigned by Dean as the stay-behind person in charge, had long left the Military Camp. He rushed toward Dean and his group with an excited expression.

However, when he reached Dean, this Auxiliary Soldier leader seemed to remember something, and his face immediately turned bitter.

“What’s wrong, Mah? We have returned victorious. Shouldn’t we celebrate?”

Dean, who had already guessed what was going on, asked knowingly.

“Commander, you let me wait for a day. When it dawned, I had already gone to Tier Town to report to Lord Baron. Now, the envoy sent by Lord Baron is in the hall, and the follow-up troops are also gathering in Tier Town!”

Mah spoke with increasing tension, eventually breaking into a cold sweat as if a great disaster were approaching. If not for his age, he would have cried.

“Envoy?”

Dean asked.

“It is Lord Baron’s younger brother, My Lord Weibor Tier!”

Mah answered hurriedly.

Weibor Tier? The Baron’s younger brother?

Dean thought carefully for a while before finally locating the person’s existence deep in his memory. There were usually only two reasons that made Dean do this.

One, the person made Dean unwilling to recall.

Two, the person was too insignificant for Dean to remember.

No doubt, the current situation was the latter.

Dean had no good feelings for this Weibor Tier. If Mold, the Tax Officer, had both ambition and Strength, then Weibor Tier was just an idiot with ambition but no matching Strength. Or rather… “clown” was a more fitting description.

In the original history, after that Baron Tier died in battle, Weibor Tier, regardless of the consequences, wanted to seize the position of Baron. For this, he even kidnapped Baron Tier’s children.

The result of such actions naturally gave that Tax Officer a reasonable excuse to eliminate him.

Dean did not remember how the other man died—Dean usually did not remember figures like this jumping clown.

But Dean was very clear about why the other man came—

To seize the Ferrchelen Knight Order!

That was right, he had come for this!

Dean could be sure that after hearing the news of Potts and his subordinates all being dead, Weibor Tier was planning to take advantage of the void. After all, once he sat in the position of the Knight Order Regiment Commander, he would be closer to the position of Baron.

And this was something Dean absolutely would not allow!

If it were not for the Blood Moon War, Dean would naturally not care about the position of a local Knight Order. With his abilities, it was not difficult for him to obtain a decent position.

But precisely because of the existence of the Blood Moon War, the position of the commander of this remote Ferrchelen Knight Order had become Dean’s exclusive domain. Anyone who dared to compete with him would be eliminated without hesitation, clearing away all obstacles.

As for the relationship between Baron Tier and the other man, did Dean need to consider anything?

Dean did not worry about this at all.

Because he knew very clearly that although this Weibor Tier had the Tier surname, his relationship with Baron Tier was not that close. The man was merely the stepson of Baron Tier’s distant aunt.

Simply put, apart from the ‘Tier’ surname, the two had no blood relation at all.

“Weibor Tier, huh?”

Dean sneered in his heart, then patted the shoulder of his subordinate and smiled lightly, “Rest assured! Leave it to me!”

Then, Dean shouted to the Militia Captain behind him, “Ike, unload the grain and supplies. Let everyone mount their horses!”

…

“My Lord Weibor, those guys are damn rude. They actually dared to neglect you like this. Remember, you are the younger brother of Baron Tier!” A servile guard flattered the middle-aged man sitting in the seat that originally belonged to Dean. The man was dressed decently and had carefully groomed his face. “That guy who popped up from nowhere has no idea what he is doing… Once he realizes what kind of treasonous act he has committed, he will definitely beg for your forgiveness!”

“The other party is after all an ‘Apprentice Knight’ from the Central Knight Order. We need to understand the impatience in young people’s hearts!”

Weibor Tier, sitting in Dean’s seat with an affected air, said. He emphasized the four words ‘Apprentice Knight’. Obviously, after coming to the Knight Order, this My Lord Weibor had inquired about some situations.

However, the four words ‘Apprentice Knight’ dissipated his last concerns. He did not even hear clearly what the Auxiliary Soldiers discussed later—In fact, after obtaining the identity of ‘Apprentice Knight’, under the direction of this My Lord Weibor, his two Retainers had driven out the Auxiliary Soldiers, including Mah.

Obviously, they did not think that a few Auxiliary Soldiers were qualified to share a room with them.

“Of course, of course, My Lord, you are always so magnanimous…”

Another guard was also eager to speak.

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of horse hooves and shouting.

Seeing Weibor’s frowning brow, this quite competent Guard immediately stopped speaking, turned around, and ran to the door of the hall.

Weibor, sitting calmly in the chair, waited calmly for the reprimand spoken by his Guard. He enjoyed this feeling very much. And because of this enjoyment, he needed more power and status. For this, he had to thank that old woman who seemed useless to him.

It was just a few sweet words that made him accept the old woman as his stepson and open the door to ‘high society’ for him.

It was really wonderful. The old woman must have died with no regrets!

Hmph, it’s just a few Gold Pulton. Why be so reluctant?

Thinking of this, Weibor could not help but recall the old woman he had beaten to death. Suddenly, a sense of stifled anger filled his heart, making him irritable.

Especially when he saw his Guard standing dumbly at the door and not scolding anyone, this irritation became even stronger.

The other Guard would naturally not miss such an opportunity and immediately rushed to the door.

However, just like the previous Guard, this Guard also stood there dumbfounded.

“What are you guys doing…”

Weibor walked up dissatisfied, looking at the two dumbfounded Guards, wanting to scold them personally. But when he saw the scene in front of him, his legs went weak, and he could not move.

What is this?!

On the lined-up warhorses hung bloody human heads. Their grimaces looked as if they were ready to devour people. The people sitting upright on the warhorses scanned him with cold eyes, as if they were ready to cut off his head as well.

Thud!

This My Lord Weibor finally collapsed and sat on the ground.