parentshiftbook Chapter 162 Scapegoat
Chapter 162 Scapegoat
Chapter 162 Scapegoat
The moment the sound faded, the gate opened.
On the numerous ships, many civilians cheered as the ships filed out.
Large ships, small ships, all kinds of vessels rushed away.
Soon, as he watched the ships continuously sailing out in front of him, a look of confusion appeared on Frankie's face.
Kane and his two companions' small boat, unsurprisingly, blended in with all the other vessels and filed out without being affected at all.
The soldiers didn't even conduct a search.
Inside the cabin, Ella looked at Kane, utterly shocked.
This pure-blooded drow from the dark forest discovers a conspiracy and is hunted by the legion.
Then came breaking into the warehouse, causing an explosion, spreading rumors, and setting fire to force the emperor to resign.
This elaborate scheme flowed smoothly and flawlessly, making her deeply wary.
Fortunately, I am not his enemy.
Lady Ella looked at Kane, who was resting with his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought. While she was amazed, she also felt a sense of crisis.
After all, according to Kane's initial statement, he approached him seeking allies.
The fact that the Duke of Eisenberg was informed of the conspiracy was merely for the sake of forming an alliance.
But now, his own guards have betrayed him, his family messengers have assassinated members of the royal family, and he is wanted by the court of Susas.
Although he still had some businesses in the royal court and other cities, the status between the two sides was no longer equal.
Not to mention, after the family was destroyed, the value of the alliance was completely gone.
The female wandering monk's attitude towards him changed, becoming increasingly unrestrained from her initial dignified demeanor.
Ella looked at Kane's wet body as he emerged from the water, swallowed hard, and a different thought crossed her mind.
When Risa saw this, she gave him a mocking look.
The boats sailed further and further away, slowly departing from the main stream, tributaries, and inland waterways.
Kane stepped out of the cabin.
The boatman was still rowing the boat.
Kane watched the ships disperse in all directions after entering the main stream, then looked back at the Twin Harbors that were slowly shrinking behind him, and asked the boatman, "Where will we be next?"
The boatman respectfully replied, "Your Excellency, we will first pass through the savanna, then sail for about a week before finally arriving at the royal court."
Kane thought for a moment, looked at the boatman, and said, "No, let's stop in the savanna."
The boatman was stunned, then looked at Ella who appeared from behind Kane.
The latter was also puzzled, but still said, "I will follow Lord Kane's instructions."
The boatman nodded.
Kane gazed at the Twin Harbors, which were growing smaller and smaller behind him, and pondered everything.
The corps must be in a complete mess right now. He needs to turn back and deliver the most crucial intelligence to the people who are truly in charge.
Twin Ports, the garrison of the Corps.
Frankie and Varne left after the gates were no longer inspected—because it was pointless.
The departure of a large number of ships from Twin Harbor signifies the complete failure of the capture operation.
Aside from capturing a few guards or maids of the Finafenne family, they gained nothing.
Furthermore, the entire Twin Harbor suffered economic depression due to rumors, explosions, and fires.
This vital tax-collecting center of the Susasian Elven Kingdom suffered heavy losses.
Both the chamber of commerce and the local nobility needed to find a scapegoat.
Frankie looked at the demoralized soldiers, then at his hesitant adjutant, and said, "Speak, what do you want to say?"
"Lord Frankie," Vane said, "we've failed—now we need to figure out what to do next."
"What? What should we do?"
Frankie sneered.
"The one who's wrong will never be the royal family, it will always be us. We're the perfect scapegoats—the capture failed, and we caused the city's decline."
The council of nobles will pin all the blame on us, and the high and mighty King Susas will also take the advice of the council's leaders.
I'm finished.
His eyes dimmed completely.
Meanwhile, Vaughn's heart was also ice-cold.
After all, Frankie has a family backing him, so at most he'd only be assigned to an unimportant position, but what about him?
They will likely be demoted and sent to the border between Nord and Sussas to engage in skirmishes with the Nord army.
Thinking of those northern barbarians, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.
He looked at Frankie and said, "Perhaps we can—do this."
"Do it this way?"
Frankie was puzzled.
"Van said, 'It's said that several bodies were found in the warehouse of the Chamber of Commerce that exploded and caught fire. Since it's on fire—we can use the charred bodies to impersonate members of the Finafine family and say that they were killed in an accidental battle.'"
Even if Mrs. Finafine escapes, she will likely remain anonymous and not come forward to identify him.
As for the Wang court's subsequent pursuit of accountability, even if it involves magic to verify the truthfulness of the words, we can find other ways to cover it up.
I've heard that some enchanted equipment can resist these kinds of spells.
Frankie seemed to be meeting his subordinate for the first time. After looking at him several times, he shook his head and said, "Van—I am a nobleman and cannot resort to such despicable means."
Varn stared at his superior, gritting his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
As we left the encampment, it grew dark.
Accompanied by his personal guards, he left the camp and, looking utterly dejected, stopped in front of a tavern.
"Sir."
The two guards looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
Varn said to the two men, "You should go back."
Seeing the dejected look on their officer's face, the two guards exchanged a glance and left.
Varn pushed open the door and went inside.
This once bustling adventurer's tavern was now deserted and quiet, with only one bartender, Varn, ordering the cheapest, lowest-quality ale and sipping it half-heartedly.
Suddenly, someone sat down next to me.
Varn saw that it was a human mercenary who had ordered the exact same drink and smiled at him.
Varne glanced at him but didn't pay any attention.
But just then, he glanced to the side and saw the bartender close the door and go inside.
Just as Vain was about to say something, a dagger was suddenly pressed against his lower back.
The human mercenary had gotten close without anyone noticing.
"Do not speak, Lord Varn."
The human mercenary looked at him and smiled.
Vayne's heart sank. He then looked at him closely, noticing his striking Nord appearance—black hair and black eyes—and said, "You're a Nord! Do you really intend to attack Sussas?"
He was about to say something when a multitude of thoughts surged through his mind.
But the human mercenary smiled and said, "That's not important, is it? What's important is that because of your mission failure, you and Lord Frankie are about to be sent to the border."
Varn gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"I just want you to pass on a message to your superior."
"Frankie?"
"No, it's more important figures, such as the Council of Nobles."
Kane smiled.
The political structure of Sussas —
To prevent potential rebellions, local military units were often placed under the direct control of noble councils.
King Sussus or other powerful nobles often had their own military forces.
What he needs to do now is to expose the conspiracy to the council of nobles, given that there is a traitor within the royal court.
Varn paused for a moment, ignoring the dagger on his back, and asked in confusion, "What are you going to do?"
What we need to do is save Susas.
Kane smiled.
Varn laughed in exasperation.