Paul walked quickly into the hall of the Lord's Manor and greeted him warmly, "You came so quickly, my brother."
Mellon had a look of surprise on his face and came over to hug him. "You're so quick. I thought the war would last at least a week."
The two found their seats and sat down. Paul said with a little regret, "It's a pity that only Aibute was killed by us when he led the knights to charge. Anqiluo, the other two people, and your butler all ran away."
"I guess he ran back to his fiefdom to recruit more troops."
Paul was very disdainful. "Huh! No matter how many people come, they will all die the same."
The two discussed the follow-up arrangements. Although Paul won the battle, Mellon Garnard was the lord of Bairdin after all.
In the end, it was decided to continue raiding the two Viscount Territory and two baronies involved in the conspiracy in Bairdin, confiscate their properties, and deprive these families of their titles and honors. If Anqiluo and others could be caught, they would be brought back for trial and hanged. If they had escaped, a wanted order would be issued to the surrounding territories.
As for Baron Andrew, who led the troops south to counter the rebellion, his territory will not be moved until it is confirmed whether he is involved in the conspiracy.
Of course, given that he had just experienced a fierce battle, Paul told Mellon that his Soldiers needed to rest for a while.
The two continued chatting for a while, and suddenly, Mellon let out a long sigh.
When he returned to his home this time, things had changed. It was desolate and desolate, and all the familiar faces had disappeared. Although he knew that nine out of ten servants in the house were arranged by the housekeeper Miers, he still felt a huge sense of loss when looking at the empty Lord's Manor.
"Paul, I want to..." Mellon hesitated to speak.
"Huh? What do you want to do next?"
Mellon hesitated for a while before finally speaking out, "After hanging those traitors to avenge my father, I plan to go to a monastery to become a monk."
"Pfft——" Paul, who had just finished drinking water, spat it out in one gulp.
Monks stay unmarried all their lives, spend all day living on simple meals, praying and reciting sutras, dedicating their whole bodies and souls to Lord of Light. If this were to be done on earth, wouldn't it mean that they had escaped into Buddhism? If you leave a good lord alone, why are you doing that? Paul was anxious. He had other reasons for being anxious. He originally planned to help Mellon suppress the rebellion. He could draw several mines from his territory, which would be of great help to his subsequent industrial development plans.
I saved Mellon's life and helped him so much. Coupled with the previous friendship, I should be able to speak well.
But if Mellon gives up the position of lord now, then Garnard Family's territory will be taken back by the Royal Family, or inherited by some relative who appears from nowhere. What will happen to Paul Greiman by then? Isn't this battle in vain?
No, he must give up this stupid idea, or at least postpone it until he gets what he wants in Bairdin, then let him go.
He quickly said, "Hey, hey! Why did you suddenly have such a crazy idea?"
Mellon shook his head. "Actually, this idea has been around for more than a day or two. Ever since I was rescued by you, I have felt disheartened. All my previous efforts and achievements are illusory, and they burst like bubbles at the touch of a touch. I can't stand it. I want to Escape. After thinking about it, the only one suitable for me is the monastery. You happen to have a North Shore Monastery there. When you were busy, I went there several times and thought the environment there was very good, and the dean was also a very upright person, so I thought..."
Paul shook his head repeatedly. "What a big mistake, what a big mistake!"
He tried hard to persuade Mellon to give up this idea, and found various reasons, from the hard life in the monastery to the conveniences of being a noble, from the responsibilities of a lord to the Garnard Family's long history.
In the end, he spat and said with great grief and indignation, "Are you worthy of your father who was killed? Are you worthy of the Soldierss under my command who sacrificed their lives for your revenge?"
"Well..." Mellon seemed to be persuaded, with an expression of shame on his face. It can be seen that he was hesitant before, but it was even more so after being treated like this by Paul.
He held the water glass tightly with both hands, lowered his head and said, "But I'm afraid that I will still become an unqualified lord. You see, I have been fooled by Anqiluo for so many years without knowing it. If I continue to sit down in this position, I will inevitably be deceived by others. And what I have dealt with before are all fabricated things. I am afraid that I have no idea about the real situation in the territory. There is no one I can trust around me, what should I do?"
He put down the water glass and covered his face with his hands, looking overwhelmed.
Well, it's time to play the role of close friend.
Paul stretched out his right arm and hugged Mellon's back tightly, "Hey, brother. Your last sentence made me really sad. Have you forgotten that you still have me, Blood Oath Brothers? At least you can trust me."
"Don't worry, I will help you. I will help you in any way you need. Under my protection, no one can deceive you anymore, and no one can plot against you anymore."
Mellon turned his head, and Paul was looking at him with a warm smile on his face, looking like an extremely reliable good old man.
"Thank you, Paul."
He thanked me very sincerely, but asked, "But what should I do now?"
"This is what I should do."
Paul stretched out a finger and said, "Seeing that you are so troubled, I have a suggestion. If you don't have anyone reliable around you, maybe I can ask Chief Steward Ford to help you. He is proficient in all kinds of government affairs and manages Arda in an orderly manner. Although Bairdin is older than Arda, I think it shouldn't be a problem for him."
"Of course, the premise is that you agree to this proposal. And we will report everything related to Bairdin to you. After all, you are the real lord of Bairdin, and you have the final say on all matters in your territory."
"Until you find a capable and trustworthy new steward."
After Paul finished saying this, he stared into Mellon's eyes, waiting for his brother's reply.
To his surprise, the other party barely hesitated. Mellon exhaled as if relieved, then held his hand tightly and said, "I think this is a good idea, Paul, just do as you say. I have had several conversations with Chief Steward Ford recently. He is indeed a stable and reliable old man. With his help, Bairdin will definitely get better and better."
"Uh... Since you agreed, let's do it." This was a surprise. I originally only wanted a few mines, but I didn't expect that Mellon would hand over the management rights of Bairdin to him so happily just by saying it casually.
Bairdin has a larger area and a larger population than Arda. With all the resources above, he can be more free.
Paul slapped his palm hard and said excitedly, "Tomorrow we will set off to the fiefdoms of those traitors, pull them out for trial, and avenge Uncle Garnard!"
Thanks to "The Cunning Villain Is Me" for the reward.