Burning the Grain to Settle the Accounts

Inside the Blackwater City lord's manor, a short, fat man anxiously paced back and forth through a spacious, brightly lit study.

From time to time, he stopped and stared out the window, seemingly waiting for the arrival of someone important.

Second by second, time passed. At last, a faint knock broke the silence in the room.

The short, fat man spun around sharply. Before he could ask anything, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a young man strode straight in.

The young man shouted, "Governor, the rebels are here!"

Unexpectedly, this short, fat man was none other than Viscount Krick, the governor of Raine County!

Yet at this very moment, the expression on his face was extraordinarily strange, utterly unlike that of an ordinary person.

Ordinarily, upon learning that rebels were about to attack, anyone would fall into extreme panic, at a complete loss and thrown into chaos.

But Viscount Krick was the exception. Not only did he show no fear whatsoever, he instead revealed an indescribable ecstasy, as though something he had long awaited had finally arrived.

Viscount Krick hurriedly shouted, "Quick! Gaita! You must immediately order the grain convoy to set out!

Hadn't we already prepared everything?"

After hearing Viscount Krick's roar, the young man called Gaita promptly replied, "Please rest assured, my lord!

I had already arranged everything according to your instructions.

Just now, the grain fleet set sail without incident."

"Good! Good!"

Krick finally breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but he still uneasily turned in place and looked around. Only after confirming that nothing was amiss did he ask again, "Are you sure there won't be any problems? Have you already spoken with the grain officer of the fleet? What exactly is the situation now?"

The young man wore a supremely confident