Battle Between Father and Son

Yveta, the Old Witch, Black Wolf, and Branton lunged at Baron Moro, who clearly underestimated the combined strength of the four.

Yveta's physical strength stat was almost on par with the Hearthstone Great Witch.

Black Wolf, in particular, made his living through close combat, and Branton was also quite strong.

Baron Moro was knocked back against the wooden door, and the bolt snapped with a 'crack.'

In the spacious hall, Anger had been having the maids distribute alcohol when suddenly the wooden door was smashed open.

The Baron and Yveta's group tumbled out, still brawling.

Anger froze, a ridiculous thought suddenly popping into his head: 'Are the explorers dissatisfied with the Baron's reward, so they're fighting him?'

'What kind of ridiculous explorers are these!'

'But the one replacing the Baron is our leader. With our leader's great strength, how could he be pushed out the door by five minor characters!'

The Moro Family's knights almost all stood up, drawing their knight swords.

"What happened? Did an explorer attack the Baron? In our own castle?! That's incredibly bold. Let's go support our Lord."

"Wait, the one attacking the Baron seems to be... Baron's only son, Branton."

"Is this a father-son fight?"

"Hahahaha... Good, Branton, that kid has finally amounted to something. I always worried about him being too refined to take over our Moro Baron Territory. Good. This is how it should be. Everyone, don't interfere. It's a father and son fighting, why should we butt in and make a scene."

Baron Moro finally felt something was wrong. He tried to get up, but Yveta and the others held him down.

He widened his eyes, a fierce glint appearing in them.

No, these guys aren't ordinary explorers at all.

Their strength is too great.

He was furious. Lying on the ground so miserably, with a group of his vassals watching and laughing instead of helping.

"What are you doing, come help me kill these rebels..."

Yveta immediately said, "Your Excellency Baron, didn't you agree in the side hall earlier? Didn't you say you would abdicate to Lord Branton?"

"What, you're going back on your word the moment we step outside?"

"As long as you keep the promise you made to God, we'll stop immediately. You won't need to deploy a single soldier!"

Branton also reacted.

The reason the knights watching were not intervening was purely because they saw a father and son fighting and wanted to observe the situation first.

He had to make this look like a farce.

Then, before anyone could react, he would expose the true nature of the Children of the Forest.

At the same time, this was also for his family's revenge!

Branton stared intently at Baron Moro beneath him. "Abdicate to me!"

Baron Moro looked utterly bewildered.

This damn position, I don't even care about it.

In his eyes, he felt speechless and utterly confused. Their plan was being interrupted by such a ridiculous act of rebellion.

What is this?

Yveta had the Old Witch and Black Wolf get up, releasing the Baron, leaving only herself and Branton to deal with him.

This would make them lower their guard even more.

After all, Yveta looked young.

The Moro Family knights beside them burst into laughter.

"Baron, don't tell me you can't even beat two children. If you really can't, you might as well just give the Baron's seat to Branton."

"Let Branton show us the spirit of the Wild Wolf of our West March!"

The middle-aged knight Tawil, an old comrade of Baron Moro, laughed, "Old friend, I haven't seen you in action for a long time."

Baron Moro had no way to express his bitterness.

These humans clearly saw this seemingly comical act of rebellion as a farce.

But in reality, putting aside Branton, that good-for-nothing.

This half-grown kid named Yveta was incredibly strong.

Black Wolf tossed the Broken Steel Sword to Yveta. Yveta caught it and tore off the cloth wrapped around it.

The Broken Steel Sword emitted a faint glow in the hall.

The surrounding knights and knight attendants recognized the sword's extraordinary nature and whispered among themselves, marveling that such a treasure was in the hands of an explorer.

As the Broken Steel Sword revealed its true form, Baron Moro's pupils also contracted sharply, for he recognized it.

This was the Broken Steel Sword that had fallen into the hands of an ogre.

It was once the personal sword of Viscount Ambrose the Great.

Over two hundred years ago, Airlan, the Landless, was campaigning against the Centaur tribes of the Children of the Forest in the upper reaches of the Bo River Basin. Unexpectedly, a Centaur Marksman on horseback shot him through the heart. The broken steel sword, stained with the blood of the Children of the Forest, fell into the Bo River Basin and was eventually found by an Ogre tribe living on the other side of the Dark River.

Baron Moro realized a serious problem.

His pupils constricted and then dilated. For a moment, he was lost in thought. 'They didn't just find an Ogre, they found the Ogre's tribe.'

'Since the broken steel sword is in their hands, the Ogres must have already been wiped out.'

Only then did he realize he had been deceived by Yveta and the useless Branton before him. "This isn't a rebellion, you know the truth!"

Baron Moro roared, staring intently at Yveta. "Who are you!"

"You can't be an Explorer!"

"Are you from Winchester, the compulsive one?"

"Or are you a mercenary hired by the Ambrose city council?"

"Are you from Gapanya—the Florentine Republic, or the Kingdom of Arthas?"

Yveta looked at him in confusion. "The Kingdom of Arthas? I remember that place, it's very far from this kingdom."

"Aha..." Baron Moro stared intently at Yveta. "Stop pretending. Since you've come this far, you must know that Viscount Ambrose's Independent State is about to split due to the conflict between the Capital Faction and the Aristocrat Faction! You wouldn't know that the aristocrats have invited Crown Prince Jielong into the Viscount Country! If you know nothing, why are you opposing me?"

Yveta frowned. What major event had the Old Witch's apprentice gotten himself into?

Why did it feel like a huge trap?

And they even said they wanted to entertain him. It was probably to find someone to take the blame.

"It's not that I want to oppose you, it's that you want to oppose humanity. I am from Arthas, but I am now just an Explorer." He directly drew his sword and lunged.

At this moment, Baron Moro kept shouting, begging for the knights' help.

However, the knights still treated it as a farce. Even if some felt something was wrong, they hesitated and observed.

Because in their understanding, a baron who had fought on battlefields his entire life could never be defeated by two children.

Besides, even if he were to lose, it would take some time, right?

So they could continue to watch.

The maids who wanted to help were blocked by the Black Wolf and the Old Witch.

Thus, Baron Moro was left unattended, only able to frantically dodge the sword.

Yveta mocked him. "Shout all you want, even if you shout your throat raw, no one will come to save you."

"How does it feel now, knowing what it's like to be betrayed by your own kin?"

"You put on the skin of a baron."

"You thought this would give you an advantage, but you forgot that it's easy for a father to stab his son in the back."

"However, it's just as easy for a son to stab his father in the back."

"This is what you call weaving your own shroud!"