Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Jefferson was enjoying life as usual, eating beef, singing songs, and holding his wife.

Jefferson was amazed when he saw the messenger's face turned the color of beef liver due to anger. He wondered what happened in the gray-collar workers' company to make the messenger so angry.

After the messenger returned, Wesker immediately sent letters to all the nobles in the western part of the North, agreed on the time and place, and prepared to fight against the rebellion of old Lars together.

It seems that even Wesker was very angry, which made Jefferson feel extremely happy. Although Jefferson also joined Wesker's camp, the champagne nobles only maintained superficial harmony and did not get along with each other privately.

What's more, Jefferson had been threatening Wesker's position before, and the relationship between the two was actually very bad.

However, as a classic fence-sitter, Jefferson was still invited by Wesker to join the crusade against Lars. But because Jefferson was the farthest away from Wesker and closest to the gray-collar workers, he did not need to gather. He just needed to wait until the army arrived and then join in.

However, after all, the town of Fason is closest to the Gray Collar, so preparations must be made in advance. At the same time, Jefferson is also thinking about how to prevent the war from affecting the town of Fason, and how to claim compensation if it affects the town of Fason.

The businessman's thoughts immediately occupied Jefferson's mind.

Just then, a waiter rushed into Jefferson's dining room in a panic.

"My Lord Viscount, something terrible has happened!"

Jefferson looked up at the servant and scolded him, "How can you be so flustered? Have you forgotten what I told you that as a noble's servant you must remain elegant? What happened?"

The attendant immediately stood up, saluted gracefully to Jefferson, and then said, "Oh no, sir, the gray-collared man is here!"

Bang.

Jefferson was so frightened that he fell under the chair.

"He called. Are you sure? Not only did the gray-collar worker not run away, but he also called back?"

Damn, is Lind crazy?

This was Jefferson's first feeling.

After all, the coalition forces have gathered the strength of the entire western North. Wesker claims that there are as many as 50,000 people. Most people would have been scared away if they heard this.

Although there is a lot of water in these 50,000 people, even if all the gray and white-collar workers are mobilized, they cannot catch all of them.

Jefferson originally thought that Lind was going to taunt him and then go to the Targon Mountains to join the elves. After all, the elves seemed to have a pretty good feeling about Lind. But he didn't expect that Lind would actually confront them head-on.

Jefferson also reacted immediately. If they really wanted to fight hard, the town of Fassen, which was located downstream, must be captured. If the town of Fassen was in the hands of the coalition forces, they could attack the gray-collar military base at any time.

But if it is in the hands of Gray Collar, Lind can even connect Gray Collar and Fason Town, and Fason Town can directly serve as a bridgehead for Gray Collar. With Fason Town, Gray Collar can even take the initiative to attack and fight.

The reason why he didn't run away before was because Jefferson felt that even if the Gray Collar really dared to fight, they would definitely adopt a defensive strategy, defend the Gray Collar and then fight guerrilla warfare relying on the Giant God Mountains, waiting for rescue from the remaining forces of the Lars family.

But I didn’t expect that the gray-collar workers even wanted to take the initiative to occupy the town of Fason.

This idea is really too radical.

You have to know that the population of gray-collar workers is not large enough. To divide troops to occupy the town of Fason means not only to fight, but also to give up defense and take the initiative to attack. This was completely beyond Jefferson's expectations.

Jefferson, who had reacted, jumped up and shouted, "Get ready, run! Quick!"

The town of Fason is essentially a commercial city, and is located in the peaceful western part of the North. It has no defense force at all, except for a knight group led by a second-level professional. It is said that the previous demon team disappeared inexplicably near the Gray Collar, and then there were many masked nuns inexplicably in the Gray Collar. Jefferson actually knows something.

And based on the soldiers he saw at Gray Collar last time, Jefferson felt that there was no way that Fassen Town could be defended.

"Where are you escaping to, Mr. Jefferson?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jefferson saw Lind, who was fully armed, and several soldiers holding metal fire pokers broke into his restaurant.

"Brother, why didn't you tell me that you were here as a guest? I haven't had the chance to entertain you properly yet."

Jefferson immediately put on a different look of embarrassment and rubbed his hands nervously in front of Lind.

How come they arrived so quickly? They arrived at my house just as the servant finished reporting.

In fact, Lind was also a little surprised. In a sense, they had already entered a state of war, but the town of Fassen was not defended at all. When Lind led the soldiers into the town, even some merchants along the way were trying to sell goods to him.

It was not until Reina's knights began to control the situation and took over the defense of Fassen Town that Fassen Town realized that the attack was coming from upstream.

Just as the knights of Fassen Town were about to set out, they were suppressed by Reina's knights and had no chance of rescue at all.

Lind sat directly opposite Jefferson and said, "I believe that Sir Jefferson also knows that some guys in the North have colluded with foreign enemies and killed their fathers and nephews. This is intolerable to heaven and earth. We should have fought together against this group of disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unjust people, but some profit-seeking guys have been blinded by money and power and have become the running dogs of those people. They even want to attack us gray-collar workers."

"You know, we Gray Collars have always been very peace-loving and never provoke any trouble, but now that someone has set his sights on us, we have no choice but to resist."

Jefferson's eyes rolled around, wanting to drag the professionals in his territory to come to the rescue, so he started a delaying tactic.

"That's right. Wesker is really blind to be a lackey of this kind of person."

"Oh, does Mr. Jefferson feel the same way? That's great."

After saying that, Lind took out a stack of letters that he had written long ago from his arms and handed them to the servant beside him.

"Find a few reliable adventurers and have them deliver this letter to Wesker."

The attendant took the stack of envelopes and left immediately.

Jefferson, with sharp eyes, saw that the envelopes were all written in his name.

"Brother, what did the letter say?"

"Nothing. It just means that you have clearly realized that Wesker and his men are a group of ruthless people. Farson Town has decided to fight these beasts to the end."

It was a very low-level plot to sow discord. The people who delivered the letter were not even Jefferson's servants, but a group of adventurers. Lind even sent several extra copies to prevent the adventurers from being unreliable.

Jefferson laughed in his heart. He and Wesker had fought for so many years. How could the other party not see through this low-level alienation tactic? Wesker would definitely find a way to rescue him by then.

At this moment, Lind suddenly said lightly: "Mr. Jefferson, you are not still fantasizing that Wesker and his gang will come to rescue you, right?"

Jefferson, who had been rubbing his hands against the flies, stopped what he was doing.

Yes, this was an obvious divisive tactic, but so what? Wesker and the nobles would have liked one less person to share the pie, not to mention that Jefferson himself had become part of the pie.

Jefferson could even imagine that even if he really escaped from Lind's men and fled to the Allied Forces' sphere of influence, those beastly guys would only kill him and then change into the enemy's clothes with tears in his eyes.

Only then did Jefferson realize that the geographical location of Faison Town made it impossible for it to be a fence-sitter. There was no such thing as a fence-sitter in the world. There were only useful places and useless places. The reason why Faison Town had been able to place multiple bets before was because its geographical location could be considered dispensable before.

But it's different now.

At this moment, several professionals broke in through the window and protected Jefferson. The guards around Lind immediately raised their ray guns and prepared to shoot.

"Lord Jefferson, we are here to rescue you!"

It is obvious that this professional can be said to be loyal. Even though the town of Fason has been controlled, he still came to rescue Jefferson.

But Jefferson slapped him back with a determined look in his eyes.

"What are you trying to save? Do I need your help? Can't you see I'm discussing important military matters with my brother?"