Rise of the Lycans

Chapter 3 The Mastermind Behind the Scenes

In the dimly lit prison cell, a figure clad in black night attire was bound to a chair. Kane and the other two stood in front of him, conducting an interrogation.

Catherine put down the torture instrument in her hand and waited for Marcus to continue speaking.

"Let me think. Which nobles in the northwest region would hire an assassin like you?"

"Is it the Mort fief? The Orde fief? Or the Chasky fief?"

The above three fiefs are closely related to the people of Ossos. They are either the noble fiefs of Ossos or the noble fiefs that have a close relationship with the people of Ossos.

While Marcus was speaking, the shadowy figure lowered his head deeply, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

Catherine, who couldn't stand it any longer, immediately grabbed the short hair of the other person and pulled his head up.

"Didn't you hear Sir Marcus talking to you? Figure out your status, boy."

Obviously, the fiefs Marcus guessed had nothing to do with the other party. The shadowy figure glanced coldly at the three of them and then looked aside.

"Stubborn, huh? There are plenty of ways to make you talk." Catherine couldn't wait any longer and raised the torture instrument, ready to act.

Suddenly, Kane, who had been listening silently to the conversation, spoke up, "The Count Manfredo's fief."

The shadowy figure's body froze for a moment, and his pupils involuntarily dilated. He didn't know why Kane had guessed this place.

"As expected..."

After thinking for a while, Kane said to the butler Jess, who had appeared outside the prison cell at some point, "Jess, go and check which people in the Manfredo fief have connections with our family."

"Yes, my lord."

Upon receiving the order, Jess immediately stood up and prepared to go and investigate.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, the motionless shadow suddenly opened his mouth and spoke.

"Hmm?" Kane turned around and looked at the other person, waiting for his next words.

"Give me a quick death."

Kane shook his head. "It depends on whether the information you reveal is worth it."

"I, Joelson Bex, swear by the honor of the Bex family that from now on, every word I say is true and there is no falsehood."

Upon hearing this, everyone present showed a solemn respect.

You may not believe a nobleman's oath with his life, but you can never not believe his oath by the family honor, because compared with the family honor, his life is worthless.

"Please, Baron Kane, also swear not to take action against the members of my family."

"Joelson, out of respect for the honor of the nobles, I can indeed make an oath. But you have to understand that if someone in your family wants to avenge you..."

As if understanding the situation Kane was talking about, the shadow opened his mouth and explained, "Please rest assured, Baron. Apart from me, my family only has the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. The only young person is my sister. Moreover, I haven't told them about this matter."

Kane nodded. Then, he raised his left hand and swore, "I, Kane Gerard, swear by the honor of the Gerard family that I will not take action against the Bex family."

"Thank you, Baron Kane."

After expressing his gratitude, Joelson, who was the shadow, took a deep breath and said, "The Wenlai Fort Knight Fief."

"The Wenlai Fort Knight Fief?"

The Wenlai Fort Knight Fief is a region under the Count Manfredo's fief, and the successive owners are the knight commanders of Count Manfredo.

"That's right. Baron, you should know who it is, right?"

Kane frowned slightly: "Of course I know who it is. I just didn't expect it to be really..."

"Anything is possible, Baron Kane."

Sighing, Kane said:

"Catherine, give him a quick death."

"Yes, Lord Kane." Putting down the torture instrument, Catherine took a dagger from Marcus.

"Do you have any last words?"

Hearing Catherine's question, Joelson suddenly straightened up and sat up. He stared intently at Kane:

"Please, Baron, keep your promise."

Kane also looked at the other person fearlessly: "Of course."

Then, Catherine clenched the dagger and quickly stabbed it into the other person's heart.

Without any struggle, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Like a person falling asleep, Joelson closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

"Jess, deal with his body."

"Yes, my lord."

"Marcus, Catherine, you've worked hard tonight. Have a good rest and we'll talk tomorrow."

"Yes, Lord Kane."

After giving the instructions, Kane returned to his bedroom alone. Looking at the constantly burning campfire in the fireplace, he sat beside it and silently pondered.

In the early morning.

When the rising morning sun shone on the entire castle, the entire barony began a new day.

The chefs were preparing the baron's breakfast in the kitchen. The maids were cleaning the entire castle. In the outdoor garden, the gardener was pruning the flower branches, and on the training ground, the soldiers had assembled and started their morning exercises.

As for Kane, the master of the castle, he was still sitting in front of the fireplace, silently pondering something.

But soon, Kane was led to the dining table by his valet and started having his breakfast.

With a heavy heart, after breakfast, he didn't do his usual morning exercises but stayed in the study, waiting for Marcus and Catherine to arrive.

There was a knock on the door. It seemed that Marcus and Catherine had arrived outside.

"Come in."

"Lord Kane." The two who entered the room first saluted Kane.

"Take a seat." Kane pointed to the chairs in the room, signaling the two to sit down.

After the two were seated, Kane took the map on the desk and placed it in the center of them.

"What are your thoughts about the Wenlai Fort Knight Fief?"

After thinking for a while, Marcus said cautiously, "My lord, the troops in Wenlai Fort are elite and well-stocked. Moreover, its master, Knight Horst, is your uncle..."

Horst Gerard, Kane's biological uncle, was also the younger brother of the previous baron, Rachel Gerard.

His experience was actually quite similar to Marcus's. Both were entrusted by their fathers to their titled comrades. The only difference was that the noble Horst swore allegiance to was a count.

Therefore, he had a faster promotion to the transcendent rank than Marcus. The count also thought highly of him. In less than ten years, he became the knight commander under the count.

Shaking his head, Kane said self-deprecatingly, "Yeah, isn't he my kind and amiable uncle? I've been deceived by him for so many years. I never expected that he would have his eyes on our barony."

"However, come to think of it, after I, the current baron, die, wouldn't the next heir be him?"

"By then, he can come to find out the cause of my death and then, by using a scapegoat, he can take over the entire barony in a legitimate way.

After talking to himself for a while, Kane, who realized he had lost his composure, looked at his two subordinates who had stopped talking, and gave a soft cough. "Marcus, Catherine, don't care about his status. When he decided to take action against me, he is no longer my uncle.

"Yes, my lord."

Immediately, Marcus looked at the knight fief on the map and said again, "My lord, as the knight commander under the count, he has far more troops than other knight fiefs, and his military strength is basically on par with that of our barony."

"Moreover, as far as I know, Knight Horst attaches great importance to training his soldiers, so the soldiers under him are very brave and skilled in combat. If our soldiers fight against them, I'm afraid it will be a fierce battle. Most importantly, Knight Horst is a transcendent of the second rank at the initial stage. Even if the three of us combine our strength, we can't defeat him.

Kane nodded. What Marcus said made sense. The three of them on their side were all transcendents of the first rank. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't defeat someone of the second rank. That was the truth.

"So, Lord Kane, my suggestion is to endure for the time being and wait until we have the strength to duel with him."

"Slap!"

Catherine slapped her hand heavily on the table.

"I object, my lord."