Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 116: The Professional Scoundrel

Ron summoned the two spears again and planted them in the ground. Because the distance was too close, Ron knew his aim very well, so he conjured two chain bullets instead.

Chain bullets typically consist of two solid projectiles smaller than the caliber of a gun barrel and an iron chain connecting them.

When fired, the shell rolls and rotates inside the gun barrel, and after flying out of the muzzle, it begins to spin at high speed.

Ron raised his hand, and two fist-sized iron balls floated up from the ground. The chains automatically snapped shut in mid-air with a crisp "click".

The mage grabbed one of the iron balls and began to swing it. The chain shot drew an ever-growing circle above his head, its sharp, whistling sound cutting through the air.

The radius of the chain shot's rotation grew larger and larger, and the sound of the wind generated by the chain drowned out the screams on the battlefield.

Frederick immediately understood what the other party wanted to do.

As Ron slowly raised his hand, Frederick suddenly knelt down.

"I surrender! I am a Sky Knight, I still have much use to me, please don't kill me."

Although Frederick was unsure of Ron's strength, he had clearly felt the power of the two attacks just now.

He would have been dead long ago if neither of the two attacks had been centered on him.

He's a mercenary, and he's still alive and well after all these years because he's flexible and adaptable.

Surrender when you should, admit defeat when you should.

Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the precarious situation of Caroline and Rosalie.

"Rescue those two people, and I'll let you go."

Frederick quickly agreed and got up to run towards the battlefield. In reality, he had already made up his mind that once he was out of this area, he would run away as far as possible.

"Wait!" Ron suddenly called out to him.

Frederick turned around with a fawning smile: "My lord, what are your orders?"

Ron tossed him a dark pill.

"have eaten!"

Frederick, his face grim, asked, "My lord, what is this?"

Ron said with a smile, "This is an elixir that I created using the ancient Auster civilization combined with modern pharmacology and alchemy."

Frederick didn't understand what "Dan" meant, but "Medicine" did. He said, his face pale, "My lord, the first rule of chivalry is loyalty. Please trust my chivalry."

Ron revealed a cruel smile: "Eat it, and I'll believe in your loyalty." As he finished speaking, the chain shot sped up faster and faster, and seemed to be heading straight for him.

Frederick realized that not eating was impossible.

To survive, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and eat it.

"My lord, I'm going to rescue them."

Ron chuckled and said, "Go ahead! I've only given this medicine to two people before. One of them took it and ran away, only to die from a ruptured intestine. You're a Sky Knight, I wonder if your body can withstand it. I'm looking forward to it."

Upon hearing this, Leonardo da Vinci, who was standing next to him, instinctively shivered.

Sure enough, every time the lord smiles, it's never a good thing.

Frederick quickly put on a forced smile and hurried toward the battlefield.

He cursed inwardly, "It's one thing that I lack chivalry, but how did I end up with a lord who has no noble character at all? I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes."

Frederick roared and charged at the Jaisalmers, sword raised: "Men, follow me and kill all those swindlers in the Jaisalmers!"

The mercenaries, who had been in a daze, turned around upon hearing their leader's order and raised their spears to thrust at the Imperial Guard.

Such a splendid switch of allegiance, without the slightest sense of incongruity, shows that this kind of thing has been done quite often.

Ron's chain shot was even faster than Frederick's.

It flew towards the Knights with a terrifying whooshing sound.

Frederick witnessed firsthand how the knights on the outer perimeter were instantly strangled by the terrifying force the moment they touched the chain shot.

His head exploded on the spot, and the knight's armor was as fragile as paper in front of him, offering no resistance whatsoever.

Declan, seeing Frederick's betrayal, was filled with rage and roared:

"Frederick, you're asking for it."

Frederick was even angrier: "You son of a bitch, you killed me and you're still so arrogant."

The once unrestrained leader of the wasteland mercenaries would now have to live obediently under someone else's roof. It would be strange if he wasn't angry. Frederick leaped and charged towards Declan.

Declan saw Frederick charging towards him menacingly and realized that the situation was hopeless.

The five hundred infantrymen were less than a hundred meters away from them and had begun to slowly accelerate.

If they are held back by Frederick any longer, the rest of their men will surely die.

If two squadrons of the Knights of the Scouts were to perish in the Blackthorn Wasteland, it would undoubtedly shake the Scouts' dominance in the kingdom.

In particular, the Blackthorn Wasteland on the border will completely lose its dominance.

"Withdraw!" Declan shouted, dodging Frederick's attack with his sword.

Then he saw a scene he had never seen before in his life.

Two chain shot flew into the Knights, and because the formation was too dense, they took away more than a dozen people in one go, reducing the remaining troops of their squadron from more than thirty to less than twenty.

Regardless of their success or failure in this battle, the White Wolf Knights squadron is utterly finished.

"Trying to leave!" Frederick, eager to impress his new master, clung to Declan even more desperately.

"Frederick, are you crazy? What good will it do you to leave me here?" Declan had no chance to escape at all, and several more of his men had been lost.

"If you die, I might not have to die," Frederick said something nonsensical, but the next second, someone shouted.

"Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Finally, the two sides who were fighting each other slowly came to a stop.

Seeing that Frederick had stopped attacking, Declan raised his knight's sword and shouted, "We surrender! I am Baron Declan of the Kingdom. I demand that you abide by the regulations for the safety of noble prisoners. We are willing to exchange our lives for ransom."

Upon hearing this, Ron narrowed his eyes slightly, then said to Leonardo da Vinci beside him, "Bring out those instruments of torture."

Leonardo da Vinci immediately understood and hurriedly ordered his men to ride back to the main city at top speed to retrieve the items.

Declan's hand was still trembling when he threw away the knight's sword. He stared at Ron for a long time, as if trying to etch that face into his mind.

"Have Frederick lock these things to those knights."

As soon as he got the item, Ron threw it in front of Frederick and then had Leonardo da Vinci demonstrate it to a jury knight.

Frederick shuddered at just one glance, and Declan roared, "What you're doing violates the regulations for the safety of noble prisoners of war."

Ron asked casually, "Which rule did I break?"

Declan was speechless; he couldn't find any violation. In that moment of hesitation, Frederick immediately used iron clamps to lock his collarbone, and then used the iron chains next to him to lock his hands and feet.

"Ah!" Declan let out a painful howl, but he was no longer able to resist.