Medieval: Kingdom Come: Deliverance

Chapter 154 Sharing the Victory

Faced with Peter's rebuke, Baron Paessen stammered.

The baroness turned even paler, and the two young children trembled with fear.

Baron Persson's lips trembled, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He hurriedly changed his words, saying, "I...I am also loyal to His Majesty Wenceslaus..."

"very good."

Peter approached Baron Persson, his tall figure completely obscuring him. "Then I will send you to the Vienna Palace to serve His Majesty!"

Baron Persson felt a wave of dizziness. His Majesty Wenceslaus was imprisoned in Vienna. I mustn't follow in his footsteps!

"No!" the baron's wife suddenly screamed, throwing herself to the ground and grabbing Peter's boots. "Please, my children are so young... they can't be without their father..."

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Peter looked down at the grieving mother, a flicker of pity in his eyes. But he quickly regained his composure. "You're right, a child can't be without a father, and a wife can't leave her husband. So I've decided to send your whole family together."

"Take them away! Give them the treatment of nobles."

Peter waved his hand, his voice carrying a sharp decisiveness.

The guards dragged the wailing family out of the hall. Baron Persson's small eyes, sunken deep within his fat, were filled with remorse and despair.

Had he known this would happen, he wouldn't have coveted the lands of Trossky.

Itchin Castle was now completely under Peter's control. The Griffin Guard began to systematically loot the spoils of war. The mountain of grain sacks in the cellars, the gleaming armor in the armory, and the gold and silver coins locked in iron chests in the tents were all carefully counted and packed.

The hound Ace excitedly carried a large box, his face beaming like a blooming sunflower. "Boss, there are fifty-two thousand Groshins in silver coins alone!" he shouted, his voice trembling with excitement.

As the Viking ancestors said, force is better than hard work.

The weapons and armor of sixty castle guards and more than one hundred German mercenaries were stripped off and loaded into five large carts.

The armory contained five large carts filled with iron armor, bows, crossbows, and arrows.

Silver coins, silver cups, silver cups, and silver pots filled three more carts.

The grain filled seven large trucks.

Twenty large wagons were quickly filled to the brim. In addition, Peter found ten packhorses and four wagons in the castle, which he then filled with cloth, wine, and fruit wine.

Peter surveyed the mountains of spoils, delighted. This operation would ensure Trotsky's administrative and military funding for the next three years.

Every member of the Griffin Guard had a look of joy on their face, and their laughter echoed through the rain-soaked castle.

However, Peter had no intention of occupying Itchin Castle, because Trotsky was now surrounded by enemies on three sides, and his forces could only be concentrated and not dispersed. This raid was only for the purpose of acquiring wealth and disrupting the enemy's ability to invade again. Capturing Baron Persson and his family was also to prevent them from causing trouble for him.

Night fell, but the rain continued. Returning in the rain at this time would be too dangerous, given the high altitude and slippery roads.

So Peter decided to stay overnight at the castle and return home laden with his loot the next morning.

That night, after arranging the changing of the guard, the members of the Griffin Guard held a victory banquet in the castle's banquet hall.

Victory is meaningless if it is not shared.

A fire was lit in the stove, drying everyone's clothes and armor. The Lion Guard members sat around a long table, feasting. The aroma of roasted pork mingled with the rich fragrance of wine, creating a warm and joyful atmosphere.

"I took one down and earned one merit point!" a young soldier shouted excitedly, his face still stained with dried blood.

"I captured two! Now I can be promoted to sergeant!"

"What a pity, I had a chance to take down three guards, I was just a little bit short."

"Nonsense!" A bearded old soldier next to him laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "I saw you being chased all over the yard by three guards. They only laid down their weapons and surrendered when they realized they were surrounded!"

Everyone burst into laughter. The sounds of clinking glasses, tapping cutlery on plates, and hearty laughter blended together.

Tomcat Carter raised his glass and said, "Traveling in the rain today was quite an adventure! Remember that mud puddle on the road? My horse almost got stuck in it!"

"But our journey through the rain allowed us to enter the castle safely!" Conrad raised his glass, his voice booming, "To Lord Peter's wise decision! To victory! To Trotsky!"

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"To Lord Peter, to victory! Cheers!" A chorus of voices responded, shaking the candlelight in the hall.

Meanwhile, the Paison family, imprisoned in the adjacent bedroom, could only tremble with fear as they listened to the laughter and chatter of the banquet hall. The castle guards and mercenaries in the underground dungeon felt the clamor overhead as a sharp dagger piercing the dignity of the defeated. The maids in the corner of the banquet hall, though dejected and worried about their future, were still thankful that the soldiers, though rude, had not insulted them.

Peter sat in the main seat, watching everything with a smile. He noticed the somewhat aloof Black Bartosh sitting quietly drinking beside him, and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Why don't you join in the fun with them?"

Black Bartosh, wearing his dark gray plated armor, shook his head slightly and said, "I used to follow von Polgao and serve as his bodyguard. At banquets, I was always the one standing guard in the corner. I didn't have many opportunities to sit at the table and drink and chat with people."

"So you're finding it a little strange?"

"Yes, the price I paid for my release was to serve as your bodyguard." Hebartosh said somewhat embarrassedly, "I should have stood behind you as a guard when you hosted the banquet, instead of sitting here eating and drinking with you."

"But you killed five men and captured one in this battle, and your military achievements are enough to allow you to share in the glory of victory."

"Do I also have military merits?"

"Of course. The Griffin family always rewards merit." Peter patted him on the shoulder and said, "Relax, adventure, battle..."

After feeling tired, it's time to relax and enjoy yourself.

"Thank you, Lord Peter. You are unlike any other nobleman I have ever met."

"Hahaha, because I am the God's blessed knight."

"Ding! Black Bartosh's loyalty +3"

After the banquet, the satisfied and exhausted crowd fell asleep. Peter, however, donned his cloak and, escorted by Black Bartosh carrying torches, patrolled the castle twice throughout the night, offering encouragement to the guards on duty and ensuring no loopholes were found.

Meanwhile, a horse galloped in from Rowan Town, a dozen miles away. It was Baron Ize Rowan's spy, whom he had placed in the territory of his ally. He knocked on the baron's bedroom, where candles were still lit in the middle of the night.

"Your Excellency, I was originally hiding in a tavern in the village below Itchin Castle, trying to find out if Baron Persson had made any plans to harm you. But I unexpectedly discovered that a caravan entered the castle in the rain today." The scout described his observations diligently.

This elderly nobleman, nearing sixty, was thin, with meticulously combed white hair and raven-like gray eyes. Ever since the three lords finalized their alliance plan, the naturally cautious and suspicious man had sent spies to the territories of his two allies.

Count Turnov is the most powerful of the three and has sent the most spies. Today, a message arrived during the day despite the rain: the king's envoy visited Count Turnov and was warmly received.

Is there some kind of change at Itchin Castle now? Is it a coincidence?

"Go on, what did you discover?" Baron Rowan asked.

"The sounds of battle, sir. I even deliberately crept to the corner of the wall and heard the sounds of battle inside," the scout said confidently.

"Oh no, that red-haired lord who's good at using ingenious schemes must have made his move!"

Baron Rowan abruptly stood up. He had repeatedly sent spies into Trossky to gather intelligence, and was extremely curious about the failures of von Polgár and von Olitz. Although the information he had gathered was incomplete, it was clear that this red-haired Peter was a cunning, decisive, and skilled strategist. He had thought he had taken Peter seriously enough, but he hadn't expected him to be so bold as to launch a surprise attack under the cover of rain!

"How dare he!" Baron Rowan paced back and forth, still finding it all unbelievable.

"Since he has launched an attack on Ichin, Trossky's forces must be insufficient!"

After calming down, Baron Rowan immediately made two arrangements: First, he ordered the guards of Rowan Town and the recruited mercenaries to don their armor overnight and cook dinner in the middle of the night. They were to launch a surprise attack on Nebakov Castle at dawn. He needed to seize a territory while the red-haired lord and his main force were still far away in Itchin, gaining the upper hand.

Secondly, he wrote a letter to Count Turnov, clearly stating the current situation in Ichin, his own speculations, his reasons for sending troops, and his request for the Count to send troops to attack from both sides as soon as possible. He then sent a spies to deliver the letter to Turnov overnight.

"Hopefully, it's not too late. Hopefully, my guess is right. Otherwise, it would be terrible if Red-Haired Peter could defeat us one by one!"

The old baron gazed out the window, knowing he would find it hard to sleep tonight.

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