Is he not afraid of death?
Many nobles wanted to ask this, but no one dared…
If only they knew that their noble Lady Neve was currently sleeping in at Enan’s residence, they would understand what was going on.
“Sorry about this…” Enan flashed a triumphant smile. “Lady Neve is unable to attend today’s meeting, so for now, I’ll be presiding.”
The nobles were filled with doubts. Even if Lady Neve was feeling unwell, you can’t just sit in her seat, can you?
But asking that now would be highly inappropriate—unless you wanted to challenge the authority of the man sitting at the head of the table!
“I’m sure you’re all aware… This time, our main task is to work with the main army to pincer attack Fort Fugin, but when it comes down to it…” Enan tapped the table. “We simply don’t have the strength for a direct confrontation…”
The nobles all nodded. The one dealing with Baruch was the Wills family—they were just here to muddle the waters. There was no need to fight to the death.
Of course… if Neve managed to take Baruch’s head, everyone present would certainly qualify to be part of her inner circle.
Wait a minute… Baruch’s head? So this bastard means—
Enan watched as the nobles gradually realized what he was implying, satisfaction flickering across his face. “That’s right… Our main target this time isn’t the city, but… Baruch himself!”
The Fat Pig Noble could no longer sit still. “Lord Enan, then how are we supposed to take down Baruch without storming the city?”
Enan didn’t answer his question. Instead, he took out a box. “Did you all think we only killed the Count Baruch’s pair of children?”
“Open it and see for yourselves…” Enan tossed the box to the Fat Pig Noble, smiling…
The Fat Pig Noble fumbled to catch the box, his chubby face a picture of nervous curiosity.
Under everyone’s watchful gaze, he slowly opened the box…
A severed head… and… a little treasure?
Everyone began retching on the spot…
The Fat Pig Noble’s face went deathly pale, and he nearly dropped the box.
Sending this to Baruch would absolutely make him their sworn enemy for life!
“Just think—when Baruch sees his own daughter’s head, and his own grandchild—oh… who knows if that’s a grandchild or his own direct descendant…”
“What do you suppose he’ll feel, receiving this kind of gift?”
Everyone looked at each other, faces growing even grimmer. Involuntarily, their minds conjured images of Baruch’s potential mad reaction upon seeing this scene.
A noble managed to speak, voice trembling, “He… He will be consumed with grief, then fly into an uncontrollable rage. He’ll try anything to take revenge on us.”
Enan burst out laughing, his laughter brimming with wild arrogance. “That’s right, he’ll be furious, he’ll go insane, he’ll lose all reason! And that is our chance.”
Baruch had been troubled by the war lately; he was already starting to recover from the blow of his children’s deaths…
At this moment, he was in his study attending to business, even preparing to take back Zijing City!
“Master…” A servant timidly brought him a box.
Baruch frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in his chest. His normally steady voice now sounded sharper. “What is this?”
The servant dared not raise his head, his voice trembling with fear. “M-my lord, someone left this at the gate, and said it was to be opened by you personally.”
Baruch snorted coldly, stood up, and strode toward the box.
He stared at it as though it were a bomb that might explode at any moment. After hesitating for a moment, he finally reached out and opened the box.
There were two layers; on the top lay a letter…
“Respected Count Baruch, I wonder how you’ll feel knowing your own daughter was also your daughter-in-law?”
The moment Baruch read those words, the flush of rage drained from his face, turning it a ghastly gray. His eyes bulged as though they might pop out of his skull, locked on that line as if to burn through the page.
“Th-this is impossible!” Baruch’s voice involuntarily rose, laced with a trembling born of mingled anger and shock.
But his gaze was still drawn to the lower layer of the box, where his daughter’s head lay, alongside a tiny body he dared not look at directly… His emotions grew more and more tangled.
Baruch felt the world spinning around him—anger, grief, and shame crashing over him like a tidal wave, drowning him utterly.
“This is a lie! It has to be a lie!” Baruch howled hoarsely, despair etched in every word.
He refused to believe any of it, yet recalling Ron and Isabella’s intimacy in the past, and looking again at the grisly contents of the box…
At this moment, it all felt so real, leaving him nowhere to escape!
“Enan Hill, you despicable animal!” Baruch gnashed his teeth, cursing each word with boundless hatred.
“I will kill him with my own hands, aaaaahhhhhhh!”
Baruch’s heart seethed with vengeance. He could no longer keep calm—he suddenly overturned his desk, sending ink, paper, and brushes scattering to the floor.
“Philip! Philip!” Baruch seized the servant by the collar, eyes bloodshot. “Go tell Philip—I want to kill someone!!”
The servant was so terrified by Baruch’s fierce expression that his legs gave out. He scrambled away in a panic to find Philip.
Philip was his most powerful enforcer, a third-rank knight of the Fugin Domain. Originally, he was about to be dispatched to the battlefield, but was suddenly summoned to the study…
When he rushed in, he was immediately struck by the nearly tangible fury in the room.
Seeing the situation, he dropped to one knee. “My lord, what are your orders?”
Baruch stormed up to Philip and yanked him to his feet, roaring, “Philip, that bastard from the Hill family has gone too far! Not only did he kill my daughter and son, he even…”
Baruch choked up, then erupted again, “I want you to take a squad of deathsworn—go tonight and bring me his dog head!”
Philip had intended to try to talk him down, but faced with this raging lion, he couldn’t get a word out. With one glance at the box, he understood everything…
No father could accept such a thing—this was a blow like no other in history!
All he could do now was curse Enan’s ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his heart…
“My lord, rest assured!” Philip gritted his teeth, making up his mind. “I will select the deathsworn now. Tonight, we’ll avenge the Young Count and Lady Isabella!”
Baruch released Philip’s collar, panting heavily. “Good! If you can bring me Enan’s dog head, I swear I’ll make you the most honored man in all of Fugin, with endless riches and glory!”
Meanwhile, Enan was leading the allied noble army to encamp in a wide-open field.
He was waiting, waiting for Baruch’s revenge!
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