Make the enemy unable to guess your moves

Anger brought them into the castle, on the first floor.

He told Branton to go to the hall on the second floor first, to meet Baron Moro and the others.

Branton was a little scared, because this meant he would be separated from Yveta and the others.

But he still had to go upstairs first, otherwise it would seem too strange.

Anger brought Yveta and the others to the side hall on the first floor.

In the side hall, he expressionlessly dismissed the maids who entered and said to Yveta and the others, "Before meeting the Baron, you must disarm and remove your armor, and pass my inspection."

Yveta was stunned.

Because disarming would be extremely disadvantageous to their side.

Moreover, the other party would soon discover the Executioner, the Broken Steel Sword, and the old witch's expensive Mithril Twin Swords.

At this moment, Black Wolf suddenly sneered. "Even meeting the king doesn't require disarming and removing armor."

"How is your Baron so special?"

"Your Excellency, this is going too far."

Anger's expression changed slightly.

Yveta suddenly remembered.

Right, this wasn't the Celestial Dynasty of ancient times.

The custom here was that meeting important people did not require disarming.

This Children of the Forest, disguised as a human officer, was purely trying to make things difficult for them.

Furthermore, it was hard to say if the other party would attack them the next moment if they truly disarmed.

Anger said forcefully, "This is our rule here."

"You guys..."

Black Wolf said, "We can disarm. But we need spices, soap, bathwater boiled from a warm clear spring, four young and beautiful maids, and clean clothes suitable for gentlemen and ladies for the four of us."

Yveta estimated that, according to the prices in this world, this set would cost at least a hundred gold pounds.

Perhaps even more.

Anger was clearly dumbfounded. He asked strangely, "What are you talking about?"

Black Wolf said frankly, "Meeting King Arthas does require disarming, taking off armor, and changing clothes, but they will have a dedicated etiquette department to teach you how to greet the king.

They will also provide hot springs, beautiful women, clothes, and food.

If it were the Frank Empire next to the Kingdom of Arthas, the cost of meeting His Majesty would be an astronomical figure, and these would all be provided by the other party to us, the visitors."

Yveta chimed in, "Since Your Excellency requires us to disarm, we also request that Your Excellency provide us with equivalent or similar treatment."

Anger fell silent.

He was silent due to poverty.

A few minutes later, a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I understand. Alright, I'll take you to see the Baron now."

"Follow me."

Yveta breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

It seemed they had passed this hurdle again.

Hopefully, there wouldn't be any more trouble.

Anger led them out of the side hall and into the hall on the second floor.

The hall was surprisingly full of people. Some middle-aged men sat on high wooden stools provided by the Baron, while some young attendants stood beside these middle-aged men.

These people should all be vassals of the Moro Family.

There were quite a few formal knights and knight attendants among them, representing the entire foundation of this Baron's Territory.

As they walked here, Black Wolf and the others became nervous.

Because ironically, the Children of the Forest, who had replaced Baron Moro, could use feudal law to command these human vassals to deal with them.

Baron Moro was sitting in the chair in the center, scolding Branton, who was looking down and not speaking. "I told you, there are no Ogres at all."

"Do you understand?"

"Let me say it again, there are no Ogres in the Moro Baron Territory!"

The poor Branton was so scolded that he didn't dare to retort, his palms were trembling.

Yveta walked over and said calmly, "No, I personally saw an Ogre in your territory."

"As someone who is reminding you, you must reward me. If you don't believe me, you can find a place, and I can tell you the specific details."

He walked over. When Branton saw Yveta, he looked as if he had seen a savior, his eyes shining.

The Moro Family vassals and knights who were watching the show around them were whispering.

"Whose child is this? So bold! He even dares to talk back to the Baron."

"They don't seem to be from our Baron's Territory. Are they nobles from nearby?"

"I think they look like explorers. Maybe they're young and fearless, or perhaps second sons of nobles out for experience?"

"I quite admire him, haha..."

Baron Moro's face darkened. He glanced at Yveta.

After hearing the knights' voices, he clenched his fists even tighter, suppressing his anger.

He should have sent people to arrest these explorers this afternoon.

He never expected that such a huge problem would arise because of these explorers just as he was about to pressure the Army. How hateful!

Baron Moro said, "In that case, you, Branton, and I will go to the side hall to talk."

"Now, immediately, Anger, you will take charge of the situation here."

Baron Moro stood up, his figure appearing exceptionally tall, like the tallest pillar among all, supporting the atmosphere and the situation.

He walked into the side hall, and Branton, Yveta, and the others immediately followed.

After entering the small side hall next to the main hall, the wooden door was immediately closed.

Inside were only a maid, Baron Moro, Branton, and Yveta, Leili, the old witch, and Black Wolf.

Baron Moro looked at Branton with some anger. "What exactly do you want, kid? I told you long ago that you don't have a younger sister. Now you've even spread false news about an ogre."

"Guests, please don't believe what he says."

"Let's go have some drinks. All expenses will be on me. I have plenty of alcohol prepared in the castle. It's better to rejoice with wine than to waste time on this idiot."

Yveta noticed the maid had moved behind them, blocking the door.

However, he seemed to not notice. "No need, Your Excellency Baron."

"Actually, we didn't see any ogres at all."

"We did lie before."

Baron Moro was stunned, and everyone else was too.

Especially Black Wolf, Leili, and Branton, they felt they simply couldn't keep up with Yveta's train of thought.

What was going on now?

Baron Moro's expression was strange. "You should know that lying about news can get you hanged. Since you didn't find an ogre but lied..."

"Hmm." Yveta feigned a cold laugh and began to elaborate. "But so what! You're about to be out of favor."

"Lord Branton will force you to give up your position as Baron and the castle."

"Ogres are irrelevant; the Baron's position is what's most important."

Baron Moro looked at Branton as if seeing his son for the first time. "So... this is a rebellion?"

"Your sole purpose in meeting me privately was to hold me hostage?"

Branton hesitated. "Yes, it should be."

Baron Moro was speechless.

In his eyes, this Baron's position was no better than air.

He didn't care about the hierarchy of humans. The Children of the Forest were relatively equal, with no concept of ruler and subject.

He said to Branton in a very exasperated tone, "You are my only heir. After I die, my position will be yours."

"If you really want it, fine, I'll give you this position in a few days."

"Can you not rebel then?"

Branton: "Then I'll have to think about it."

Baron Moro relaxed completely. "Then think about it."

Yveta noticed the maid behind them had left the door and was looking at them with a speechless expression.

She yawned and casually sat on a stool, watching them as if they were a farce.

Just then, Yveta suddenly lunged at the Baron, intending to launch a surprise attack while the enemy didn't know what he was doing. "No, we're going to hold you hostage and make you personally announce your abdication to Branton in front of those people outside!"

Branton also instinctively charged forward, and everyone else rushed forward at that moment.

The original maid wanted to stand up, but it was already too late. Then, considering the strength of the Baron and the strength of a group of explorers.

She sat back down.

In her eyes, this had completely turned into a childish farce.

An unrealistic fantasy of rebellion.