Chapter 606: Waiting for the Right Moment
A flatbed cart pulled by a nag left the Warren Garrison camp.
A sergeant drove it, clad in leather armor with a longsword at his waist. Tosta, who had once tried to assassinate Mary, lay unconscious and securely bound on the flatbed.
The cart traveled along the straight road.
There had not been the slightest obstruction along the way, and it quickly reached the agreed location: the midpoint of the road connecting Thunder Fortress and Lerdri.
Due to Thunder Fortress's special nature, this road was not only wide but exceptionally smooth. The woods on either side had also been deliberately cleared and arranged.
Thus, the sergeant standing there could clearly see his surroundings.
"I have brought His Majesty's decree!"
the sergeant shouted loudly.
His voice was resonant and he appeared brave, but the knuckles of the hand gripping his sword had turned white.
Clearly, the sergeant was far less fearless than he appeared.
After his voice faded, he waited for a moment, but no one answered.
The sergeant furrowed his brow and shouted again.
He called out several times in succession, yet no one ever responded.
On the empty, deserted road late at night, the people they had agreed to meet did not appear. Only the gentle night wind passed by, accompanied from time to time by the roar of beasts.
The sergeant swallowed.
The tension he could no longer suppress appeared on his face.
Suddenly!
Footsteps sounded behind him.
The sergeant instinctively tried to turn around, but a dagger was faster, slicing directly across his throat.
The tension still lingered on his face, while terror had only just emerged.
Yet as blood sprayed out, his life force rapidly drained away.
"They really sent nothing but an insignificant nobody... That lord's diversionary tactic