Catching Loaches, Taking Revenge

Deep-seated hatred, at its core, involves the vengeance for a father's death or the fury of a wife's abduction.

And this Igli Tal was the former.

Even if no one spoke of it, information channels weren't exactly sealed off. Even a backwater village like Tervain Village could find out if they put their minds to it.

Raphael Garcia Cortes of yesterday was Igli Tal of today.

Raphael Garcia Cortes was heavily rewarded by the Viscount for killing the former heir of Tevalinburg, leaping from a mere pikeman to a Lord.

Igli Tal wasn't so lucky; he was merely a squire, but he still received a generous reward from Raphael Garcia Cortes.

He leaped from a new recruit to a squire, Raphael Garcia Cortes's only squire.

Even though Lord Raphael Garcia Cortes didn't ride horses at all, he still took this new recruit as his squire.

Feeling the difference in social status, Igli Tal declared himself a tribune and patrolled the border with a troop of soldiers day and night.

Coincidentally, or perhaps not, today he was attracted by the light of torches.

William Adena had no idea who he had an enemy with, so he didn't pay much attention and remained at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, and observing the armor and horses that ordinary people couldn't afford, Igli Tal...

He wanted to find some trace of the Tevalin Family's ashes on these people, but found nothing.

He couldn't determine where they came from, but he was certain they weren't from his side?

Because Raphael Garcia Cortes had taught him thoroughly: no matter what step he took, one thing was essential – keep your eyes sharp.

Therefore, he was required to memorize the family crests of all the nobles on the Viscount's side.

This was to prevent him from offending any important figures.

He had never seen this group of people before, and judging by their location, they might indeed be from Tevalinburg.

With the spirit of "if the enemy is unhappy, I am happy," he first sent someone back to report to his Lord.

Then, he sternly declared, "No matter what you are doing, you must cooperate with our routine investigation."

William Adena, being of noble birth, even if he couldn't inherit a title, had seen his fair share.

How could he possibly take seriously this fool who, having just wiped his nose, now wanted to act like a gentleman?

"I don't know who you are or what you intend to do. But I tell you clearly, the land we stand on now belongs to the Tevalin Family. Stand guard!"

Raising his voice slightly, Adamson and the other heavy cavalry quickly took down their shields from their backs, holding them to their sides while adjusting their warhorses' angles, ready to charge at any moment.

As a stalemate ensued, Horus, slippery as an eel, and his men committed a crime.

They had originally been climbing the mountain, but now they were descending. The infantry, who had been attacking from below, now faced much less difficulty.

"Let's go all out!"

Pirates were shot down one after another. Knowing escape was hopeless, their courage was ignited. In groups of three or five, they waited in place for close combat.

But these infantry soldiers seemed in no hurry to engage them, nor did they intend to.

As if not minding the waste of crossbow bolts.

They shot at them, one crossbow bolt after another.

So, as they advanced intermittently, Horus had only a few men left beside him.

Old Adam truly lived up to his age. He was incredibly steady.

He led these infantry soldiers, not intending to engage in close combat at all. If they could be shot dead, he wouldn't draw his sword!

Some pirates tried to counterattack, only to find that their thrown weapons couldn't reach the archers.

They could only die in frustration!

When Horus, the one-eyed first mate, and the accountant escaped down, there was no one behind them.

All that remained were the infantry soldiers pressing in from all directions.

Horus was truly slippery.

He saw the standoff below and immediately shouted, "We are fleeing from Tervain Village! We bring news of the Duchy's rebellion in Tevalinburg! Please save us!"

Igli Tal was already looking for trouble.

Hearing this, how could he let such a perfect opportunity slip by?

However, he had clearly miscalculated.

Although William Adena was of noble birth, he had never experienced noble private warfare. He couldn't be sold out. Some provocations were within reasonable limits.

With almost no hesitation, he let the three pirates, who looked extremely disheveled, pass.

He led his nine cavalrymen towards Igli Tal's group of farmers, who had just put down their hoes and picked up wooden spears.

He knew killing people was not good.

It could easily cause trouble.

So, he merely dispersed the group.

But even with such a simple action, Horus, who was more slippery than an eel, suddenly accelerated and fled towards the northwest.

However, even as he continued along the border between the two territories for some distance, preparing to find an opportunity to enter the viscount's domain and then find a village for some clothes and provisions.

But just as he let out a sigh of relief, he discovered a knight waiting there.

"Is this ever going to end?"

Horus's true colors showed: "He's alone, kill him for me."

Ergons Tervalin didn't know who was who's enemy, but according to the map, a group of people seemed to be approaching this battle.

The System had actually assigned a quest.

The System, shameless as it was, explained that it was entirely because Ergons Tervalin was, strictly speaking, one body, two souls from this point on.

Had the original Ergons Tervalin, who should have died from poisoning, not completely dissipated?

To help him leave this body completely without any lingering regrets, he had to help him fulfill the promises he had made.

For example, revenge.

Perhaps no one was a better embodiment of the concept of an enemy than Igli Tal, who had taken matters into his own hands.

Therefore, he had to act.

So the pirates, who had originally just wanted to reach the territory of the other party, could not be allowed to remain.

Keeping them around would surely lead to trouble. At the very least, it would be aiding the enemy.

Before Horus could say anything, Ergons Tervalin had already lowered his spear.

The warhorse beneath him slowed its charge.

Honestly, on such rugged mountain roads, Ergons Tervalin's spear might not even hit a single person.

Even a normal horse might injure its hooves.

But could this be considered normal?

With one charge, Horus and the first mate dodged far away, but the accountant pirate was impaled on the spear.

At this moment, the first mate suddenly showed enough integrity. He pushed Horus and said with a cold face, "You stinking noble, you should hurry and leave, don't risk your life here. Don't you always want to go home and reclaim your family's inheritance?"

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