Chapter 834 - Man On The Run!
Chapter 834 - Man On The Run!
As for Morroc's wives, they brutally refused to give any guards to him.
He already had 6/10th of the knights under his control, so why was he so greedy?
They packed their stuff and decided to slip out as well.
It was better to hide somewhere in the city and later send spies to check the situation.
They weren't fools!
From the moment they heard that their husband sent people to ready all horses and carriages, pack his belongings, as well as carry some things away from the treasury, they instantly knew that this bastard thought of leaving them behind for whatever enemy was coming.
Since he didn't think of them, then there was no reason why they should give two-Fs about them.
Everyone was on their own.
As for love?
Who did they love most, if not their children?
They made their decision to leave the man who abandoned them now and flee with their families.
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Stormy waves were set in Morroc's heart as he watched the men load stuff into the carriages and wagons anxiously.
He became very irritable and began lashing out angrily.
"You there!
Why the hell is it taking so long?
How difficult is it to carry that tiny chest?
Hurry up!
And you.
Why are you just standing there admiring him?
Is he your lover?
Get over there and help him now!!!"
Everyone buried their heads deep in work and dared not offend him.
After all, he was still Sir Nopline's person.
And they believed that soon, Sir Nopline would solve Morroc's current predicament.
That's why they decided to follow him.
But how would they have known that Nopline was dead?
In just a few months from now, those that chose to side with Morroc see the newspapers would deeply regret the decisions that they made today.
But that was all in the future.
For now, not everyone chose to leave with Morroc.
Yes!
They did follow his orders and load the wagons and carriages, but they weren't going to follow him out because he was no longer the city lord.
They worked for the empire and had their families here.
So they were scared that any wrong move might cost the lives of their families.
That's why they chose to be neutral.
In future if Morroc won, they could plead and join him again.
After all, it would be a loss for him to execute thousands of knights due to resentment.
At least that's how they saw it.
For now, they chose to be neutral; not hot, not cold, but warm.
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Morroc's crazed expression brightened up considerably when he saw the last item getting loaded up.
They didn't take everything within the treasury.
Just enough to last them until they got to one of his estates in Terique.
Well, it was way more than enough.
But so what?
He grabbed his hands at anything that he could see.
Hahahahhahah
That was the last one.
Wait?
What were these buffoons doing?
In a flash, his chippered expression became grim.
Morroc gritted his teeth furiously: "What are you all standing around for?
Get on your horses now!"
Many looked to the ground and trembled silently, while others turned to the side to avoid eye contact with him.
"My lord, we, we, we, we're not going with you."
Sling
"Say that again?"
Morroc unsheathed his sword and looked at the cowardly men before him.
They trembled and dared not repeat their words.
"How many people will go with me?
Get over here now!"
Instantly, a thousand and nine stood on the opposite side.
That's it?
He had 12,000 people on this shift alone, and only 1,009 chose to go with him?
"Hahahahhahahahahahahaah!"
He laughed coldly and gazed to the skies as if trying to remember this day.
He couldn't very well kill the remaining lot because they were way more than those who decided to follow him away loyally.
Early on, he wanted to make an example out of those who chose to stay.
But who would've known that the whole thing would play out like a joke?
Even though he wouldn't be able to remember their names or faces layer on, these betrayed better pray that he doesn't find them because although it would be a loss to kill all of them, there were still some things that were worse than death.
Morroc was very spiteful.
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He glanced at the crowd coldly and scoffed.
"Since you've made your choice, then you better not regret it!"
With that, he and his loyal knights stormed out of the estate, never to return.
And the money they left, all the guards who previously lowered their heads stood firm and sneered at Morroc.
They didn't for one minute feel like Morroc would be able to deal with all of them, even if he came out victorious in the end.
Morroc rushed out with bloodshot eyes.
He looked at the city gates and felt like he was very close to freedom.
What royalty?
If they have the ability, then let them personally come down here and get him!
Didn't they say that he wouldn't be able to leave the city?
Then why was he succeeding now?
They had just left the city, which made him laugh confidently.
The gentle breeze blowing on his face calmed his emotions, arousing positive feelings within him.
He felt unstoppable.
Too bad the feeling didn't last long.
Morroc scrunched his face the moment his carriage stopped.
What was going on?
Who would dare to stop the city lord?
He poked his head out of his carriage window and spotted several strange carriages surrounding them.
He recognized them immediately.
These were Baymardian vehicles.
Soon, a very plump person got out of one of the vehicles alongside several others.
They all had swords on them.
The chubby figure playfully strolled towards him alongside two other guards.
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"And who might you be?"
The masked figure took off his mask and smiled broadly.
"The soon-to-be King, Benjamin Hamilton.
But, my friends call me Santa.
Hey!
You're not my friend, so don't call me that.
Eh?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Is it because I don't take you as my friend?
Sigh...
Brother, it's not that I don't like you, but you know, you're a criminal, and I'm not too fond of your personality.
Well, needless to say, you're under arrest.
So please, do me a favour and don't make this messy.
As you can see, I would like to get back quickly.
I have a wedding in 3 weeks.
And my bride desperately needs my attention for the wedding planning.
So can we hurry it up?
Look!
If we hurry it up, I'll let you call me by my nickname, alright?"
"_"