The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

As usual, Jefferson ate beef, sang songs, and enjoyed life with his wife in his arms.

Jefferson was amazed when he saw the messenger's face turn liver-colored with anger. What could the gray-collar worker have encountered to make the messenger so angry?

Moreover, after the envoy returned, Wesker immediately sent letters to all the nobles in the western North, arranging a time and place to jointly attack the rebels of Old Lars.

It seems even Wesker is furious, which makes Jefferson extremely pleased. Although Jefferson has also joined Wesker's camp, the Champagne nobles only maintain a superficial harmony and are not at odds with each other in private.

Moreover, Jefferson had been threatening Wesker's position, and the two actually had a very bad relationship.

However, as a classic fence-sitter, Jefferson was still invited by Wesker to join the fight against Lars. But because Jefferson was the furthest from Wesker and the closest to the gray-collar workers, he didn't need to assemble; he just needed to wait for the army to arrive before joining them.

However, since Fassen Town is the closest to Gray and White Collar, preparations need to be made in advance. At the same time, Jefferson is also considering how to prevent the battle from affecting Fassen Town, and if it does, how to seek compensation.

The businessman's thoughts immediately took over Jefferson's mind.

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

"Your Excellency, something terrible has happened!"

Jefferson glanced at the servants and scolded, "What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disrespectful? Have you forgotten what I told you? Even servants of noble families must maintain their elegance. What on earth has happened?"

The servant immediately rose, gave Jefferson a graceful bow, and said, "It's terrible, sir! The Grey Collars are attacking!"

Bang.

Jefferson was so frightened that he fell right off the chair.

"They've attacked, are you sure? The gray-collar workers not only didn't run away, they've attacked instead?"

Holy crap, has Lind gone mad?

This was Jefferson's first impression.

After all, the coalition forces had gathered the strength of the entire western North, and Wesker claimed to have as many as 50,000 men. Most people would probably have been scared away by that number.

Although the figure of 50,000 people is highly inflated, even if there were 50,000 pigs, all the gray and white-collar workers would still be unable to catch them all.

Jefferson originally thought that Lind was going to make a mocking gesture and then go into the Giant God Mountains to join the elves, since the elves seemed to have a pretty good feeling about Lind. But he didn't expect Lind to go head-to-head with him.

Jefferson immediately realized that if they were to fight head-on, the closest town, Farson, located downstream, had to be captured. If Farson was in the hands of the Allied forces, it would be a military base that could be attacked at any time.

However, if it were in the hands of the Grey and White Collars, Lind could even unite the Grey and White Collars with Fasen Town, with Fasen Town directly serving as the Grey and White Collars' bridgehead. With Fasen Town, the Grey and White Collars could even take the initiative to launch attacks.

The reason Jefferson hadn't run away before was that he thought even if the Gray Collars dared to fight, they would definitely adopt a turtling strategy, hold the Gray Collars, and then fight a guerrilla war from the Giant God Mountains until the remnants of the Lars family came to their rescue.

Unexpectedly, the gray-collar workers even wanted to take the initiative to occupy Fasen Town.

This idea is far too radical.

It's important to understand that the gray and white-collar population is not large enough, so the fact that troops are being divided to occupy Falson Town means that not only is the attack underway, but the defense has been abandoned in favor of an offensive, which is completely unexpected by Jefferson.

Realizing what was happening, Jefferson jumped three feet high and shouted, "Prepare the horses! Run! Run!"

Farson Town is essentially a commercial city, located in the peaceful western part of the North, with virtually no defensive capabilities. It only has a knightly order led by a second-tier professional. I heard that the demon squad that was there before mysteriously disappeared near Gray and White Collar, and afterwards, many masked nuns inexplicably appeared in Gray and White Collar. Jefferson actually knows something about it.

Moreover, based on the soldiers he had seen in the gray-collar area last time, Jefferson felt that Farson Town had no chance of being defended.

"Where are you trying to escape to, Mr. Jefferson?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jefferson saw Lind, fully armed, leading several soldiers wielding metal fire pokers, storm into his restaurant.

"Brother, why didn't you tell me you were coming to visit? I haven't had a chance to properly entertain you yet."

Jefferson immediately put on a different, embarrassed expression, nervously rubbing his hands together in front of Lind.

How did they arrive so quickly? The servant had barely finished reporting when the call came to our house.

Linde was also somewhat surprised. In a sense, the town had already entered a state of war, but Farson Town was completely undefended. When Linde led his soldiers into the town, some merchants along the way were even trying to sell him their goods.

It wasn't until Lena's knights began to take control of the situation and take over the defenses of Fasen Town that the town realized that an attack had come from upstream.

Just as the knights of Fasen Town were about to set out, they were firmly suppressed by Lena's knights, and had no chance to provide any assistance.

Linde sat down directly opposite Jefferson and said, "I believe Your Excellency Jefferson is aware that some bastards in the North have colluded with foreign enemies, committing patricide and nephew murder, which is intolerable to Heaven and Earth. We should have joined forces to punish these disloyal, unfilial, unrighteous, and unjust people, but some greedy individuals have been blinded by money and power, becoming their lackeys, and even want to attack our Gray Collar."

“You know, we white-collar workers have always been very peace-loving and never provoke any trouble, but now that someone has set their sights on us, we have no choice but to fight back.”

Jefferson's eyes darted around, trying to stall for time by having the professional guards on his territory come to his aid.

“That’s right, Wesker is blind to be a lackey of this kind of scoundrel.”

"Oh, Mr. Jefferson thinks so too? That's wonderful."

After saying this, Linde took out a stack of letters that he had written beforehand from his pocket and handed them to the servant beside him.

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

The servant took the stack of envelopes and left immediately.

The sharp-eyed Jefferson noticed that all the envelopes were addressed to him.

"Brother, what did that letter say?"

"It's nothing, it just means you've clearly realized that Wesker and his gang are a bunch of heartless bastards, and Farson Town has decided to fight these hypocrites to the end."

It was a very low-level attempt to sow discord. The messengers weren't even Jefferson's servants, but a group of adventurers. Lind even sent several copies to prevent the adventurers from being unreliable.

Jefferson chuckled inwardly. After fighting with Wesker for so many years, how could Wesker not see through such a low-level divisive tactic? Wesker would definitely try to rescue him in the end.

Just then, Lind casually remarked, "Sir Jefferson, you're not still fantasizing that Wesker and his gang will come to your rescue, are you?"

Jefferson, who had been rubbing his hands together with flies, stopped what he was doing.

Yes, it's clearly a divisive tactic, but so what? Wesker and the nobles are more than happy to have one less person to share the pie, especially since Jefferson himself has become part of the pie.

Jefferson could even imagine that even if he did escape from Lind's hands and reach the Allied sphere of influence, those two-faced bastards would only kill him and then tearfully put on enemy uniforms.

It was only then that Jefferson realized that the geographical location of Fassen Town was not suitable for being a fence-sitter. In fact, there are no fence-sitters in this world, only useful places and useless places. The reason why Fassen Town was able to bet on multiple things before was because its geographical location was previously considered dispensable.

But it's different now.

Just then, several professionals broke through the window and rushed in, protecting Jefferson. Lind's guards immediately raised their ray guns, ready to fire.

"Lord Jefferson, we've come to rescue you!"

Clearly, this professional was extremely loyal, and even though the town of Fassen was under control, he still rushed to rescue Jefferson.

But Jefferson slapped him across the face, his eyes filled with determination.

"Save me? Do I need your help? Can't you see I'm discussing important military matters with my brother?"