Sun Fei glanced at the dozen or so Blood Blade mercenaries kneeling and trembling on the ground under the guard of the Saint, thought for a moment, then pointed to the woman nailed to a stone pillar struggling in the distance, the bald giant slumped on the ground, and the half-dead middle-aged expert in hidden weapons. He said to the approaching warden, Oleg, "These men are yours to deal with. No matter what method you use, I need the most detailed information about the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps... Oh, and that one-eyed bald man, kill him for now. I said I wanted him to live to see the day Blood Blade is destroyed."
Torture was Warden Oleg's specialty; the wicked needed the wicked to be dealt with. The fat man was naturally overjoyed at such an order, excitedly licking his lips. "Yes, Your Majesty!"
Suddenly, several Chambord Saint came over and dragged the bald giant and the middle-aged man towards the lake like dead dogs. The woman nailed to the stone pillar in the distance was also forcibly pulled down by Oleg.
Soon, a series of agonizing screams echoed from the distant lakeside, interspersed with the fat man's triumphant laughter and angry shouts. Then, with a few splashes, it sounded like something heavy had been thrown into the lake...
Hearing the mercenaries' agonizing screams and cries, Sun Fei glanced at Angela and the princess's carriage approaching under the protection of soldiers. He frowned, then lightly kicked a small stone, hitting Warden Oleg on the back of the head. He cursed, "You fat idiot! Don't throw things into the lake and pollute the water! And go away! Don't make such a disgusting noise like you're killing a dog; otherwise, no one can eat dinner..."
Feeling wronged, the fat man moved the interrogation to a secluded, dense forest, where the noise level dropped considerably.
The task of cleaning up the battlefield was handled by the experts in this field— the Urban Management officers.
The severed limbs Broken Blade, and stench of Bloody on the ground were quickly and skillfully swept away by the Chambord City officers, who threw them all far away into the meadow six or seven hundred meters away. The lake surface shimmered under the bright moonlight, and the night wind blew the treetops, scattering golden leaves all over the ground like a soft golden carpet. The scenery was enchanting, and the previous atmosphere of slaughter had vanished without a trace, leaving an unprecedented tranquility.
Dozens of marching tents were quickly set up.
Three or four days after setting out, the Chambord Expeditionary Army had become completely accustomed to this life of living in the open and exposed to the elements. Everything was proceeding in a tense but orderly manner, and no one paid any attention to the Soros Merchant Caravan members in the distance who had survived the ordeal but were still slightly wary of the Chambord Expeditionary Army.
However, soon after, the black-robed manager Redknapp and the charming, red-clad young woman with a beautiful face came to see Sun Fei.
"Let them in!"
When the soldier reported this, Sun Fei was sitting upright in the main tent, summarizing the gains and losses of the battle with his eyes closed.
To be precise, since Sun Fei transmigrated to Chambord City, he has experienced many battles, big and small, and has always been able to win them all with overwhelming force. There was a lot of luck involved in this. In addition to the fact that his opponents were not very strong, which gave Sun Fei time to train and grow, there was another very important reason: his opponents were always unaware of the strength of Sun Fei and Chambord City, and always underestimated Sun Fei.
The Black Armor Army's defeat stemmed from this: in the battle atop East Mountain, the alluring woman Paris and the Princess underestimated Sun Fei Sun Fei. They were easily defeated by this seemingly insignificant King, who used a simple, bizarre feigned death to overthrow these two women, known as the empire's most terrifying. Today's encounter with Blood Blade was no exception. Although the leaders of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps had some knowledge of King of Chambord's reputation through various channels, their information was clearly limited. Furthermore, Sun Fei's personal strength had recently surged, allowing him to single-handedly achieve an overwhelming advantage and secure victory.
"If the opposing team has a stronger opponent, can Chambord City still be as invincible as before?"
Sun Fei asked himself this question softly in his heart.
Suddenly, Sun Fei realized with a start that although he had been deliberately putting his generals and soldiers to the test of war, it seemed he only allowed them to fight when they had a clear advantage and were safe. It was like a mother Chambord City protecting her chicks, only folding her wings to shield them from the storm when the last drops of rain were almost gone... Had they truly been trained through such experiences? Had his consistent zero-casualty record caused him to overlook something?
In the lawless Azeroth Continent, no one knows what the future holds or what crises they may face. When confronted with formidable enemies, can the Saint and Urban Management of Chambord City stand alone against them?
Sun Fei was unable to provide an answer.
Just then, the curtain of the main tent was lifted.
Led by Torres, the black-robed manager Redknapp and the elegant young woman in red entered.
"Greetings, Your Majesty King of Chambord!" The two bowed respectfully.
Despite the fact that, given the reputation and influence of the Soros Chamber of Commerce across the empire and the continent, Redknapp, as its director, had no reason to care about the King of a mere sixth-rank vassal state, this dashing young King was clearly an exception. For a merchant like him, such respect was not only because King of Chambord had miraculously saved the Soros Merchant Caravan from huge losses that night, but also because Redknapp saw limitless speculative potential in the young man before him.
"Please have a seat, gentlemen!"
Sun Fei pointed to a side seat in the tent and said with a smile, his attitude warm and welcoming.
Previously, Old Zola had secretly given Sun Fei a general overview of the Soros Chamber of Commerce. This was undoubtedly one of the most powerful forces, far surpassing the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps. Their reach and businesses extended to every region of the Azeroth Continent, making them a veritable super empire in the commercial sphere. The guild's leader, Soros, was a legendary figure known throughout the continent. He had risen from humble beginnings to become incredibly wealthy, elusive and mysterious, his personal strength remaining a mystery. Some said Soros was a martial arts master at the Sun-Rank Venerable realm, while others said he was just an ordinary person with no martial prowess. Opinions varied, and no definitive conclusion was reached. However, one thing was undeniable: this legendary figure had close ties with the continent's supreme literary and martial saints. Based on this alone, no one dared to openly harm the Soros Chamber of Commerce.
Tonight's events were truly audacious; these reckless thugs of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps dared to commit murder and robbery against a caravan belonging to the Soros Chamber of Commerce. But it's not surprising, given the Blazing Sun Mountains are deep in forests and sparsely populated; these daring individuals almost succeeded. If the Blood Blade Mercenaries had killed them to cover their tracks, it would have been extremely difficult for the Soros Chamber of Commerce to investigate.
Of course, there must be some astonishing profit hidden within this to drive ' Blood Blade ' to such madness.
Seeing the three magnificent magical carriages being carefully protected by the caravan guards, Sun Fei wasn't stupid. He had already guessed the reason to some extent. However, these matters had nothing to do with Chambord City, so he naturally wouldn't go over to ask for details.
However, on the other hand, since a major power like the Soros Chamber of Commerce has already established a good relationship, it might as well deepen that 'relationship'. Although the old man in black robes in front of them is only a level 5 manager, for a small power like Chambord City that is almost at the bottom of the continent, being able to befriend him would be an unexpected bonus, with nothing but benefits.
"I am Harry Redknapp, a Level 5 Director of the Soros Chamber of Commerce. I am deeply grateful to His Majesty for your timely and generous assistance tonight. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!" The old man sat down and said a flattering remark, his face full of smiles. He struck a perfect balance, making you feel his sincere gratitude without the slightest hint of humility. He was indeed a director-level figure in a super-powerful organization like the Soros Merchant Caravan.
"Haha, Manager Harry, you're too kind Blood Blade Mercenary Corps and the Kingdom of Chambord mortal enemies. My intervention was merely a matter of chance!" Sun Fei showed no intention of taking credit, simply smiling faintly.
"Your Majesty is too modest. In any case, if it weren't for Your Majesty's extraordinary power tonight, my daughter Shirley, the forty-odd guards from the merchant guild, and I would all have been killed by ' Blood Blade,' and the valuable goods we were escorting would have been lost. The Soros Chamber of Commerce will certainly repay Your Majesty's kindness today in the future!"
It turns out that the elegant young woman in red, named Shirley, is actually Redknapp's daughter.
Sun Fei smiled slightly and changed the subject, saying, "This time, Blood Blade has angered your Chamber of Commerce. I wonder how Manager Harry plans to handle this matter?"
"Within ten days, the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps will be annihilated!" Redknapp's face hardened with rage as he spoke, instantly revealing the imposing demeanor befitting the leader of a superpower, exuding an awe-inspiring authority. For him, tonight's events were an absolute humiliation. Without making those daring scoundrels like the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps pay the price, where would the Soros Chamber of Commerce's prestige be?
"Oh?" Sun Fei frowned slightly and said, "I swear to my subjects that I will personally annihilate the Blood Blade!"
"Such a thing is true?" Redknapp was taken aback, then instantly understood. He stroked his beard and chuckled, "Forgive my impertinence, but may I ask, Your Majesty, when do you intend to annihilate the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps?"
"Within one month!"
"Within a month?" The black-robed manager's face showed a hint of surprise and confusion. He paused, then asked slowly and tactfully, "Does Your Majesty know how many members the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps has in the capital? How many experts are in the group? What level of strength have they reached?"
Sun Fei understood the meaning behind Redknapp's words.
The black-robed manager was subtly reminding Sun Fei not to overestimate his abilities. The Blood Blade Mercenary Corps headquarters was powerful, full of experts, and heavily guarded. Although Sun Fei's performance today was impressive and unexpected, it was still far from enough to wipe out the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps.
However, the black-robed manager had no idea about Sun Fei's trump card or his plans.
Sun Fei, knowing the situation, smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Supervisor. I have my own plans. If my Chambord City cannot wipe out the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps within a month, then the Soros Chamber of Commerce can take revenge. I wonder if Supervisor Harry can agree to this one-month agreement?"
Redknapp was taken aback by King of Chambord's words. A glint of light flashed in his eyes. Seeing King of Chambord was not an arrogant or muddle-headed person. He instantly thought of more than a dozen possibilities, and with a slight shock, he immediately made a new judgment.
First update.