Counterattack (Seeking Recommendations)

Widow Bay Camp.

Outside the tent, a scene of clamor unfolded.

Whether it was processing prisoners of war, treating the wounded, or tallying losses, everything required time.

However, Aaron possessed certain privileges; he did not need to handle these matters personally and could simply wait for the results.

At this moment, he was inside his tent, holding a notebook and pondering as he added a few lines to it.

[Month of Green Banyan Rebirth, 19th. I have gained extraordinary abilities in my dreams, which I have named 'Extraordinary Memory' and 'Danger Perception'...]

[But after returning to reality, this extraordinariness vanished... Fortunately, 'Extraordinary Memory' can be slowly learned and consolidated within the dream.]

[Regarding 'Danger Perception', I speculate it can only be acquired in the dream, yet it can sense dangers in reality. The range... is uncertain... This might be deduced through the distance of an enemy's sneak attack...]

[It seems that in this world, gaining the extraordinary is difficult, but not without ways to take shortcuts... Perhaps, I shall become a 'Dream Diviner' in the future?]

After writing down the Chinese characters that only he could understand, Aaron shook his head, tucked the notebook away, and laid his head down to enter the dreamscape.

His sleep quality had always been excellent, and coupled with the exhaustion from the great battle, a sensation of sinking immediately washed over him.

When Aaron opened his eyes again, he saw those familiar streaks of scarlet light once more.

The dream world.

"Hmm, my mind feels much more agile; it is indeed different from reality..."

Aaron sensed his surroundings again and nodded with satisfaction: "There is no feeling of danger either. [Danger Perception] has no warnings, which means things are generally safe in reality, right?"

Every day of sleep added a reserve of one unit of mysterious dream energy, but there was a time limit.

Within a single day, there was only one unit available.

Therefore, the idea of farming energy by entering the dream multiple times a day was not feasible.

Because he had already obtained energy earlier, Aaron felt no new energy generation at this moment.

"The laws of this dream world are truly worth exploring; there are still many rules I have yet to discover..."

Aaron rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

Because his mind was so active, he had grown fond of using the dream as a thinking room to make major decisions.

"Although I have thwarted the Davis Family's conspiracy for now, there is still great uncertainty regarding the war at Black Crow Dunes. If the Sothoth Family is defeated, then when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact..."

"When external conflicts outweigh internal ones, playing the fool becomes a joke. I must help the Sothoth Family defeat the Davis Family!"

"As for Colin's potential hostility? I must choose the lesser of two evils. Besides, would I fear him? Heh..."

Just then, Aaron had a subtle sensation.

"Not danger, but someone is coming."

He closed his eyes and woke from the dream.

At this moment, Eight-Fingers and the other squad leaders walked in, their faces filled with joy: "My Lord, we have thwarted the Davis Family's conspiracy and achieved a glorious victory."

It seemed that through interrogation, they had also learned of the plot.

"Very well, tell me the details."

Aaron waved his hand.

Eight-Fingers rubbed his index finger: "Because you discovered it in advance, our casualties from this night raid were minimal, while the results were bountiful... Not only did we take over thirty heads, but we also captured over twenty prisoners. Most importantly, we captured Roan Davis, and congratulations, My Lord, on slaying the Wild Bear, Saliba."

"As for the spoils, there are two large ships docked nearby. According to the prisoners' confessions, once they defeated us, they intended to sail directly to our territory to launch a sneak attack on the castle..."

Speaking of this, cold sweat beaded on Eight-Fingers' forehead; if the Davis Family had succeeded in their sneak attack, their fates would likely have been grim.

"Bring that Roan here."

Aaron thought for a moment and said.

Before long, a young noble was dragged in like a dead dog.

The arrow wound on his leg had been crudely bandaged, but blood continued to seep through the cloth.

At this moment, Roan Davis looked up at the young man who had defeated him, his face filled with shock and disbelief: "It's you?"

Back when the marriage contract was signed under the Sacred Green Banyan Tree, Aaron had met him, so he couldn't help but smile: "Lord Roan, long time no see."

This man was the nephew of the Davis lord and could be considered a trusted confidant.

If he weren't someone trusted, he wouldn't have been sent to execute such a mission.

"To think, we always underestimated you." Roan sighed: "With this kind of military strategy and capability, you are the most outstanding heir!"

"On the verge of death, and still trying to sow discord?"

Aaron ignored the varied expressions of his subordinates and said calmly: "However, you still have a chance to live. Lead my men to sneak attack the Davis Family's castle!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Roan's expression changed.

War was indeed fought with hard power. While the Davis Family's main force was entangled with the Sothoth army on the front lines, being able to scrape together such a surprise force had already exhausted their resources. At this moment, their territory must be incredibly empty.

Furthermore, they believed they were the ones launching the sneak attack; they would never expect to be attacked themselves—provided the speed was fast enough to arrive before the defeated soldiers returned!

At this moment, a convenient mode of transport like a boat became crucial.

Roan could never have imagined that the very tool he prepared to attack Sothos would turn into a noose for the Davis Family!

"Of course, you can refuse. I only need a guide, and I'm sure someone among the other captives will be willing."

Aaron said unhurriedly, "And by then, you will be of no use..."

Hearing this, Roan's expression turned ghastly.

Half an hour later, the group boarded the boats that had originally belonged to the Davis Family.

With the captives rowing desperately, they headed toward the Davis Territory.

The Mother River was quiet and peaceful under the moonlight.

Eight-Fingers approached Aaron with some unease: "My lord... can we arrive faster than those deserters?"

Castles in this era had astonishing defensive capabilities; if they were prepared, his small force would never be able to take one.

"I don't know, let's try our luck."

Aaron said quite nonchalantly, "Besides, even if we can't take the castle, we can still plunder the houses around it... harassing the enemy's rear is also a great merit."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of his men changed, filled with newfound greed.

Even Eight-Fingers couldn't help but be moved.

Indeed!

The Davis Territory was empty right now; it was practically a big, fat piece of meat.

It would be a terrible shame not to take a bite!