Chapter 533 Rebellion

A large sunset glow hangs on the distant horizon. The sun in the west has already sunk more than half, but its afterglow still dyes the forest a golden color.

Fergus was silently cleaning a disemboweled deer by a small river. The bright red blood flowed into the river and was washed away by the rushing water.

Fergus held a sharp knife and carefully tore the deer hide away from the flesh bit by bit. He was concentrating on it, as if nothing else in the world was as important as the deer in front of him.

"You are really leisurely, Lord Fergus."

A deep voice came from behind him.

Fergus, who was disturbed, replied unhappily: "When hunting, the closer you are to shooting the arrow, the less likely it is to reveal any clues, lest you be alerted by the prey, don't you think so? Mr. Warren."

The man standing behind him, Mr. Dimit Varun, clapped his hands softly and laughed.

"Haha, you are right, you are worthy of being the knight of the Grayman family."

It’s not clear whether he was sarcastic about Fergus or Paul, or both.

The two of them were understatement here, but the third person present was extremely nervous. Chacon Valen, the second son of old Valen, he held the sword at his waist tightly, and it was almost as if it was in the palm of his hand. He was sweating, his eyes couldn't help but glance around, and a scene repeatedly appeared in his mind - a large number of lord's guards suddenly appeared in the bushes, shouting "You damn rebels" and rushed up to hack them to death. .

"F...Uncle Fergus, um..." he said hesitantly.

"Chacon, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Old Warren said, "Sir Fergus is very busy tonight."

"Then...ahem, that..." Chacon blushed and whispered softly: "When we do it tonight, can you not hurt Miss Setia? We are all decent people who follow the way of chivalry. , It’s not a good idea to attack women and children.”

Fergus would turn around, look at Chacon in disbelief, and burst into laughter.

"Keep your voice down, don't let anyone notice us!"

Chacon reminded Fergus with a look of horror on his face.

Fergus wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, "Mr. Warren, your son is really protective of his wife. He is so chivalrous. Thanks to your good education."

Old Warren's face almost turned red. He never thought that his son would still be thinking about women at this time. He should have shut up this kid just now.

"You bastard! Dirty bastard!" Old Warren was so angry that he raised his cane and hit his second son hard.

"My face has been completely humiliated by you, get out of my way."

After being beaten, Chacon looked depressed, but he did not dare to resist his father, who was usually extremely majestic in his heart, so he could only hide in the woods in embarrassment.

Yesterday, when he followed Fergus to greet the lord, he saw the lady beside the lord. He was shocked for a moment, and suddenly there was another reason to kill Paul Grayman in his mind. When he thought that such a beautiful woman would be harmed by their actions, he felt extremely heartbroken. It was the kind of heartache that really hurt. It was such a waste of natural resources.

Tall, fair skin, a neck like a swan, and an elegant and beautiful figure, all the words that Chacon can think of to describe the appearance of a beautiful woman seem to be able to be applied to Ms. Setia. The country girl has been dumped for countless streets.

Especially at yesterday's banquet, Chacon's generous behavior coupled with her arrogant and cold expression shocked Chacon, who was seeing this wonderful combination for the first time, and his heart was beating wildly.

I must get this beauty!

A voice shouted repeatedly in his mind, causing his soul to vibrate repeatedly.

"A bastard with a head full of women!"

Old Warren, who continued to stay by the river, was still angry and continued to scold his son for embarrassing him.

"Okay, okay, young man!"

Fergus on the side seemed to be persuading but also mocking, "When we were young, didn't we think about women all the time? Just remind me later and don't miss the real thing. As for that...that one Ms. Setia is said to be an officer in charge of education under the lord, so she is no ordinary woman."

The flush on Lao Wa's face subsided a little, and he said coldly: "Humph! What's the difference between letting your mistress be an official and letting a hen crow? The lord Paul Graiman is ridiculous enough. Our uprising is in To clear up the source is to maintain morality.”

He had already identified that beautiful woman as Paul's mistress. As for what the inference is based on...does it still need to be inferred? Isn't this obvious? Which noble family doesn't have a beautiful "pet"?

In his heart, the current Lake Town has long become a place of depravity. From the fact that his mistress is an official, it can be seen that all kinds of moral violations must be filled with that sinful area that has been shrouded in darkness.

Old Warren increasingly felt that what he was doing was just and that he was working hard to restore the purity and beauty of Alda. right! It must be the great Heavenly Father who is secretly guiding him to do this. Now Paul Grayman has long been degenerated into a puppet of the devil, and he is crusading against the enemies of the Heavenly Father.

Repeated mental construction has made Mr. Dimit Wallen no longer feel any guilt at all, but instead has a strong sense of justice.

"Actually, if your son wants it," Fergus said with a smile, "I can ask those involved in the attack today to be careful not to hurt the canary."

"No!" Mr. Warren refused stiffly.

Alas, if only my second son was half as good as his elder brother, I would be so relieved.

"On the other hand...can you ensure that tonight's actions are flawless?"

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

Warren looked at Fergus suspiciously.

"We are gambling. How can gambling be foolproof?"

Fergus was very candid.

"If you miss, you can only use the final method."

Fergus looked at the forest by the river, "Well, if that happens, it will be a pity for this forest farm. This is a good place for hunting."

"The tree can grow again if it is gone." Old Warren reminded him, "There is only one chance."

"You don't need to tell me, I know the severity."

They considered several options on how to deal with the lord.

The first option was to poison Paul's food while he was eating and drinking at the banquet.

But what I didn't expect was that Paul brought fifty guards. If he really succeeded by poisoning, what would happen to these fifty guards? Were they all killed? Not to mention whether he could kill them all without letting go. His own manor was in the village, so how much noise would there be?

We are all decent people, how can we be labeled as a regicide? At least...at least...it can't be true.

At that time, Fergus also lamented the caution of Captain Victor, and Ruth Hayden had really found himself an absolutely competent successor.

Fortunately, they also prepared several other plans.