Pseudo-Villaines

Transaction

Meanwhile, the next day after the meeting between the king and his subordinates in the castle belonged to Jean and the meeting of duke Cetner with his subordinates in the palace of the capital, the, marquis Fredro led his army to block the march of the royal army of Riga-Dnipro. That was because the other noble territories had been subdued by the enemy.

In fact he had helped the surrounding nobles by dispatching an army of his. Including weapons, war suits, and food supplies. But because of the large number of enemy troops, the help he provided did not work well.

He laid most of the blame on the surrounding nobles, who were also his allies. He considers them incompetent in managing the help he has given them. In conclusion, he judged that his allies were just a bunch of cowardly, stupid, and unreliable losers.

The conclusion is not wrong. If they did their part well, the Riga-Dnipro Kingdom would not benefit significantly. Their pace will slow down and this will give time for marquis Fredro to counterattack and deliver a crushing blow to the opponent.

"If the fools in the capital had not quarreled at all. Huhh..."

Marquis Fredro exhaled in frustration. If it wasn't for the power struggle, his condition wouldn't have been runyam. Although the kingdom of Riga-Dnipro had put an eye on the kingdom of Warsaw, at least they would not take action if the situation stabilized.

But that doesn't mean no mistakes were made by marquis Fredro. About two months earlier, a man had warned that the kingdom of Riga-Dnipro would invade the kingdom of Warsaw. He even provided information in the form of the position of the placement of the Riga-Dnipro royal troops and their numbers.

But marquis Fredro did not heed that. Even when the information had been confirmed by the spies, Marquis Fredro did not respond well either. And this is what's happening now.

"I hope you didn't let me down with your information and promise, merchant master."

Marquis Fredro muttered not heard by his subordinates. They focus on organizing the ranks and formation of the troops. Ensuring that the discipline of the army is maintained. At that moment, a crow flew over his head and landed on his shoulder. At first Marquis Fredro was disturbed. But his attention was quickly distracted by a paper tied to the bird's feet.

Carefully, he opened the paper that bound the crow and read the contents of the paper. A moment later, a smile formed on his lips. In a good mood, he took off the crow and burned the letter with his magic. Although it was a bit late, at least there was still some good news for him.

Marquis Fredro finally decided to rest his troops in a small abandoned town. Although there are still many houses standing, but the owners have left this place.

In this era, there were many causes for an abandoned town or village. The most frequent was due to the attacks of the bandit groups. They looted houses, took women and children to sell as slaves, and in many cases denied all the men at the site.

A small part of his army was stationed in houses that were still quite decent to live in. While the rest, must rest in the field tent. When night fell, he invited some of his subordinates to come with him to a certain place. Suburbs located on the river bank.

At his subordinate's question, marquis Fredro shook his head. By spreading his energy, he had made sure that no one was in this place but them. Even marquis Fredro became a little wary. He felt neither animals nor monsters. There are only trees, the night wind, the moonlight, and them.

"Good night, your highness marquis Fredro. I've been waiting for your presence."

YURIEGG!!!!

Marquis Fredro and his subordinates brandished their swords swiftly. They thought the voice was coming from behind them. Apparently not. The sound came from the river. A man dressed in black, from the top of his head to the top of his feet. He rode on a fishing boat that was quite large.

Some of Fredro's marquis subordinates wanted to attack the man, but he held him back. Although he did not know where the person came from, it was most likely that man he was looking for.

"Good night.... Signore. Are you really the person referred to in the letter?"

The man nodded. From his fishing boat, he rode the land. Even though the marquis subordinates were still brandishing their sword blades at him, he still looked calm. Regardless of them, he began unloading the cargo from the ship.

"As promised in the letter. These are the things you want. I hope you deliver according to the nominal we agreed on at the beginning."

Marquis Fredro grunted. He took something out of the bag on the saddle of his horse and threw it at the man. A large sack containing hundreds if not thousands of gold coins.

"Take that. I even exaggerated it. I hope you're not lying to me."

"I have always kept my promise, Your Majesty. Don't worry, we've also added a bonus for you. Then I say goodbye. Greetings."

The man went back up his boat and traced the river. Meanwhile, marquis Fredro told his subordinates to transport all the cargo that had reached his hands. The contents of this cargo will determine the course of the battle.