Chapter 1444 - 775: The Escaped Eagle Flock (Part 2)

Chapter 1444: Chapter 775: The Escaped Eagle Flock (Part 2)

"Tell me what happened, I am already a failure, you don’t need to hide anything."

"There’s nothing much to say, it’s an old grievance of the previous generation, let it stop here." Lawrence didn’t bring up those matters, "You should really thank that Lord for his mercy, he forgave you."

"Thank him? He took everything from me!"

Bruce came to his senses, his massive frame suddenly filled with anger.

Lawrence was not at all afraid of the enraged Bruce, a mocking expression appeared on his face, "Oh come on, everyone knows how the city was lost. It was clearly your own inability to defend it, causing such a severe disaster, and now you have to trouble others to help settle it.

And in fact, you also know very well that this piece of land originally belonged to Hamlet. Your father and I back then were just small soldiers under Hamlet, people have seen the Earl die and don’t bother with you, the junior’s, matter of invasion, yet you still cry out, aren’t you embarrassed?"

Lies don’t hurt, truth is the sharp knife, piercing the heart...

"The Earl title of father was conferred by the emperor of the empire, this belongs to the Bastia Family!"

"Let’s not get it wrong, back then your grandfather was conferred by the Lord of Hamlet. Emperor? That guy couldn’t even defeat the rebels, what are you counting on?"

This word of Lawrence directly made Bruce’s face change, eventually only feeling trapped in helpless pain.

Father died, killed by his brother, and of that family in the castle, only he who was working outside at the time escaped, and now the territory is also lost.

Everything is ruined, territory, family, confidants... All emotions erupted at this moment, even Bruce could hardly bear it, murmuring in a lost voice.

"Our family has fallen..."

Lawrence looked at his condition and could only offer a word of consolation, "Every era has its protagonists, it’s just that this era doesn’t belong to us. Losing means losing, can’t a grown man accept defeat?"

"Father!"

Suddenly someone rushed in, startling Bruce as he couldn’t show his vulnerable side due to his upbringing.

And Lawrence was most surprised by the person who came in, his daughter Margaret.

No longer in her usual noble hunting attire paired with a wide-brimmed hat decorated with beautiful feathers, but in a smart military uniform, making Margaret’s already upright figure appear more heroic.

Carrying a rifle on her back, her long hair was tied up and tucked into a narrow-brimmed hat, only this time without decoration as the feather decorations would become marks for the enemy on the battlefield, as she liked to target those prominent marks.

"Oh~ My daughter, why are you here? Your letter to me didn’t say this? That guy promised he wouldn’t let you fall into danger."

Lawrence was very happy, finally seeing his daughter in person, which couldn’t compare with countless letters.

But wasn’t it agreed to ensure safety? Why did that Lord let her participate in combat?

Margaret naturally knew what her father was worried about, but in fact, she was the one who actively requested to do things, quickly adapted to the battlefield, and her marksmanship was stronger than many sharpshooters.

"It’s not the Lord’s fault, I asked to participate in the battle myself, Father, I am no longer a child. I’ve fought against evil cultists, against rebels... In the last battle, I shot two knights with this gun."

Saying this, Margaret took off the rifle she was carrying to demonstrate, "Do you know what this is? The latest model of the caplock gun, only a few people can have it, I got it through my own strength."

Those familiar with this will know it is the latest caplock gun developed by Hamlet, equipped only to a few sharpshooters to gather test data, and Margaret having one speaks volumes about her prowess.

"Wait! You are Margaret, shouldn’t you..."

Bruce, after composing himself, also interjected into the topic, his peculiar gaze traveling between the two, wasn’t it said your daughter was sent by the Earl to be assassinated?

Margaret was interrupted but just glanced at Bruce and lost interest, even vaguely showing some disgust.

All the way through her battles, she not only participated in frontline combat, but due to her familiarity with nobility, she could identify some noble badges and items, and participated in investigations and interrogations of those so-called nobles, bureaucrats, churches, and wealthy merchants.

It was through this that she understood that not all nobles were filled with justice like Lord Lance!

Seemingly recalling something, she turned to Lawrence and warned: "Father, I hope you haven’t become part of their downfall."

"What are you talking about?"

The baffling words didn’t just stump Bruce, but Lawrence also couldn’t quite figure it out.

But after a simple explanation, their expressions were indescribable.

"Nonsense! You know my governed people well, how could I do such things!"

Lawrence was somewhat angry, what did Lance teach his daughter, to doubt me?

In fact, it could be seen from Margaret what kind of person Lawrence was, he was essentially a traditional knight.

After his wife passed away, his heart also died, plus starting from scratch, with no stable heir, he wasn’t interested in amassing wealth.

Therefore, he focused on military and strength, mainly training those knights, not to mention Alvin, even Bruce was taught by him during his childhood.

The management of the territory was mainly laissez-faire, collecting taxes when due without too many harsh levies, any chaotic bandits within the territory were used for training with the Order of Knights, so law and order was relatively good.

Based on Margaret’s experiences during this period, she knew that her father as a Lord could rank within the entire empire.

But some people were hard to say...

"Baron, you understand me." Bruce hurried to explain, seeing their eyes gradually focusing on him, "Despite my size, I am... still a virgin, if you can believe it."

Bruce was not yet twenty, yes, he was just eighteen.

But thinking about Alvin, who dared to rob the old man’s gold coins at sixteen, it wasn’t strange.

Under the Earl’s strict training, most of Bruce’s energy was spent on study and training, living and training with the knights, joining them in bandit suppression, and fighting the barbarian plunderers, otherwise where would the loyalty come from?

Alvin, the spoiled brat, felt the Earl was biased, without considering how disciplined Bruce was himself.

While he was hanging out at clubs and partying with cronies, Bruce was studying.

While he could send the Order of Knights to annihilation in the army, Bruce was leading forces holding back barbarian plunderers, chasing them with the knights.

Alvin inherited the Earl’s darkness and resentment, while Bruce somewhat inherited the Earl’s courage and discipline.

"Isn’t that odd? Your brother is already engaged, why don’t you have a betrothal?" Margaret asked with a hint of doubt.

"Because Father wanted to establish stronger alliances, this concerns the future of Bastia."

Bruce didn’t want to explain but added a sentence, more out of sentiment.

"Bah!" Margaret hued coldly, rarely showing such disdain because she was a victim of noble marriages.

This made Lawrence even nervously perplexed, for the marriage was arranged by him and the Earl.

But Margaret didn’t intend to dwell too much on this, she was here for another reason.

"Father, I hope you agree to my joining the mission to enter the city and eliminate the evil cultists."

Indeed, this was her true purpose, without Lawrence’s nod, the Lord wouldn’t let her go.

"No way."

Without any hesitation, Lawrence spoke out.

"Father, this land has suffered enough pain already, as a former member, I have a responsibility to eliminate those evil cultists."

Margaret was also a person of great stubbornness, without the least bit of retreat, instead arguing emphatically.

"It was you who told me—everyone for me, myself for everyone."

Whether Lawrence was shaken was unknown, but Bruce was lost in thought...