The Survival Rules of NPCs

Chapter 121 Flipping the Table!

Chapter 121 Flipping the Table!

"Lord Bexhir...

"A group of people looked very anxious. Most of them were the younger generation of elites in the empire. Because Duke Raven was famous and willing to give young people opportunities, more than 80% of the young soldiers in the empire would give Duke Raven their top priority when making their choices. As the soul of the hawk faction, Duke Raven's popularity was unmatched in the entire Beth Empire."

The problem is that over the years, as the Duke has aged, his temperament has clearly changed significantly.

Their exploration of the forest became even more frantic, to the point that they no longer cared about the bigger picture.

Gels is a sword saint in his prime, a pillar of the empire, but now he is to be sent to that dangerous forest just because some inexplicable person has wandered in. Is the Duke really going to put such a pillar of the empire at risk?

This is utterly contrary to his responsibilities as the Imperial Grand Master!

"You have to try to persuade His Excellency the Duke; if this continues..." someone couldn't help but say, "This could lead to serious problems!!"

Beckhill wore a wry smile. How could he not know that doing this would cause serious problems? A talent like Gelster could have easily refused such an impudent task, but the other party did not. The reason was simple: the other party was someone Duke Jackdaw had personally trained, and like himself, had received a debt of gratitude for his upbringing.

But if we continue to waste our emotions like this, who will be willing to pledge allegiance to His Excellency the Duke in the future?

After all, if someone like Gelster can be used as a disposable tool at any time, who wouldn't feel disheartened?

But is persuasion effective?

Beckhill knew it was useless. Now, due to his aging body, the Duke's temperament had become extremely problematic. The elven bloodline was his only hope, and for this obsession, this once incredibly wise Duke was now close to madness.

If only he hadn't let Eliza release that knight! The information he provided clearly stated that a mysterious force was going to suppress the elves, and that the elves were about to revive. This news had reignited Duke Raven's excitement, even though he had already given up. This time... the appearance of that mysterious figure seemed to confirm Eliza's information; there was indeed a mysterious figure in Holy Stone City.

Eliza didn't have much information about that mysterious figure, and sending Gelster there rashly would be too risky!

Thinking of this, he finally decided to try to persuade them again. As soon as he led his men to Duke Raven's tent, he found several armored corpses being carried back by his men.

Beckhill recognized the style of the armor on the corpses at a glance, especially two of them.

These are two newly risen military earls of the younger generation, both distinguished on the battlefield and possessing remarkable talent. Even Gelster praised their potential. Unexpectedly...

Without even thinking, he knew that it must have been these two who tried to stop and persuade him, which angered Duke Raven.

"You've arrived?" Duke Raven, munching on a grilled lamb leg, patted the chair next to him enthusiastically upon seeing Beckhill. "Come here!"

Beike Hill felt a chill run down his spine as he thought of the two men who had just been carried out. Two exceptionally talented juniors, who deeply admired the Duke, had been beheaded simply for offering a word of advice, while the Duke seemed utterly indifferent…

He sat down silently, while Gelster beside him shook his head slightly.

"Do you have any suggestions for Gelster's trip?" The Duke looked directly at the other man. "Don't tell me you're here to freeload dinner!"

Beckhill was silent for a moment, and just as Gelster was about to speak up to defuse the situation, he spoke first: "I would like to go with Lord Gelster."

After these words were spoken, the entire tent fell completely silent.

The duke continued eating the lamb leg without stopping, gnawing on more than half of it before he finally let out a breath and swallowed the meat he was chewing: "Ah, I'm getting old. If I were young, I wouldn't have stopped eating a whole lamb."

He looked ahead and said in a low voice, "Many people think I'm warlike, calling me a warmonger. Many others believe that Mirandil has been at peace for years, and there's no need to reignite the conflict. The southern witch kingdom and the demons are the real enemies..."

But they had no idea how terrifying that old bastard, Duke Beth, was!

Beckhill looked at the other person, unsure of what to say for a moment.

"During that great war, the northern countries all believed in the same story: our army was swallowed up by that forest. In reality, those who participated in that war knew that this was just a way for the northern countries to save face. After all, it was a disgrace to the empire to have the strength of many countries defeated by a mere duke of a territory like Mirandil, who had no support from the Rhine Empire's royal family!

"It's not that I'm afraid of death..." Duke Raven stared intently at the two of them, "but I know how useless those dukes of the Beth Empire are right now, and I also know how strong that old bastard Mirandil is. Once he has elven blood and a long enough lifespan, the Rhine Empire's royal family will be no match for him. And once such a figure becomes the emperor of the Rhine Empire, the end of the Beth Empire will be nigh!"

"No one can stop him, not even me!!"

"Why am I exhausting resources to double-check what's inside Holy Stone City? Because I need to confirm one thing: as long as that old guy is confirmed dead, I won't covet anything from the forest, but I must confirm that it won't fall into his hands. Do you understand?"

"My lord..." Beckhill moved his lips, his expression complex for a moment.

He had followed this man for many years and had never seen him so afraid of being alone. Just how powerful was that Duke of Milandil back then?

"I know that Gelster is the pillar of the empire. If it weren't for that old bastard Duke Os, you would be the most promising swordsman in the Beth Empire, the next marshal!" The duke looked at him. "But if that old bastard gets what he shouldn't have, then it all means nothing. Even if there were ten more of you, the Beth Empire would end up the same way!"

"I understand!" Gelster stood up and bowed. "Rest assured, I will complete the mission, even at the cost of my life!"

Beckhill also stood up: "I beg you again, Your Grace, to allow me to go with you. My strength may be a hindrance, but even if I can help in some way and offer some advice at a crucial moment, it may change the situation."

The Duke looked at the other person and finally nodded: "You are my most valued rookie, but at times like this, no one can escape."

"I understand, sir."

The two stepped out of the tent and counted the elite knights. Gelster finally couldn't help but say, "You didn't need to come."

"I have no choice." Beckhill shrugged. "So many people want me to persuade them. If I back down without doing anything, my status will be greatly diminished. Anyway, I can't escape it, so I might as well try my luck with the Sword Saint."

"What do you think of what His Excellency the Duke just said?"

"Not so good..." Beckhill's eyes were indifferent, and the emotion from before was long gone: "Duke Oss is indeed a legend, but he is over a hundred years old. He was quite restrained in the face of our diplomatic probing, which proves that his physical condition is not optimistic. Given his physical condition, he did not go crazy to test the forest. In this respect, he is much more rational than us adults."

"Sigh..." Gelster didn't take the other person's disrespect to heart, because he knew that this was a heart-to-heart talk.

He didn't understand why such a wise adult had become so paranoid due to old age.

"I am reporting to Your Excellency that someone is requesting an audience, claiming to have important information."

"Important intelligence?" Beckhill frowned, but then he remembered that his subordinates were now very resistant to so-called intelligence about Holy Stone City, fearing that the Duke would do something even more irrational because of some information. So whenever there was such intelligence, they would have their subordinates report it to him first.

The decision of whether to report to Duke Jackdaw is left to himself, the most trusted chief strategist.

This is a cunning tactic, because if the Duke makes a foolish decision, then this young man with no background will be the perfect scapegoat.

"Who is it?"

"The other party escaped from Mirandil and is said to be a wanted criminal."

"A wanted criminal?" Beckhill frowned. "Interesting. Have him wait in my tent and have someone bring him information immediately."

Soon, intelligence about the other side was delivered to him by a specialized intelligence officer.

Han Dushi?

A third-rate media organization that pleases the working class by gossiping about aristocratic life is temporarily wanted by Milandil for allegedly murdering a diplomat from the Bes Empire.

This is really interesting. Someone of this status actually dares to come and see me?

What is the goal?

Back in the camp, Beckhill could tell at a glance that the other party was just a level 10 or so extraordinary professional. How could someone of that level be able to plan an assassination of a diplomat in Mirandil?

"I don't have much time. You only have one chance to present the important information you have, and if I find out you're wasting my time, I'll show you what happens, Mr. Wanted!"

The visitor was none other than Park Young-joon, the chairman of the Han Metropolitan Government.

"My lord, I am not the murderer of your country's diplomat; the murderer is someone else."

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"I have no interest in hearing your defense. There will be a dedicated interrogator to discuss that with you. If you're just here to say this, you can go straight to the interrogation room."

Park Young-joon's eyes narrowed, and he quickly said, "The secret His Majesty the Duke wants to know has already been discovered by someone else!"

"Oh?"

Facing the scrutinizing gaze, Park Young-joon hardened his heart. Since South Korea couldn't participate, he would flip the table!