“Lord, is Lord Master finally coming to save us!?”
Expressions of supreme anticipation appeared on the refugees’ faces.
What is going on!?
Emotions of disbelief appeared in the assassins’ eyes.
Wasn’t it agreed that we would act at night?
Why are the gates opening now!
With such a huge change, what on earth are those fellows inside doing!
Why didn’t they throw the flag to notify us!
The assassins immediately began analyzing the current situation.
Although the plan had changed.
But the food in the town was definitely not enough for disaster relief, opening the gates now to welcome the refugees in, wasn’t that courting death!
Thinking of what the Sixth Prince’s nickname was, and the rumors in ordinary times, the assassins suddenly showed somewhat relieved expressions.
If it were this trash prince who only knew how to eat, drink, and make merry, it would make sense.
After all, he was someone capable of draining the pond to catch fish for taxation, evaluated by his vassals as defying the heavens.
Maybe right now he was just eager for quick success and instant benefits, wanting to show some kindness to relieve the refugees.
Without considering the subsequent development at all.
“Adapt to circumstances.”
The assassins exchanged glances.
Plan changed: disguise as refugees to sneak into the city, then wait for an opportunity to act!
…
Beneath the city wall, dozens of carriages fully loaded with roasted potatoes were parked outside.
In front of the carriages, dozens of fully armed knights holding longspears separated the carriages from the refugees.
The refugees were already starving, and the gluttonous worms aroused by the roasted potatoes almost made them lose their sanity.
On top of the city wall, Levi stood at the very front, accompanied by Trist and Isabella responsible for guarding.
Trist opened his mouth and introduced to the refugees:
“Before you is His Highness the noble Sixth Prince of the Dawn Kingdom, the Lord of Wintertown, Levi Charles!”
“He, in His mercy, bestows grace and grants delicious food to you!”
According to the memories in his mind, Levi imitated the composed demeanor a lord should have in movies.
He stepped forward a few steps, raised his right hand to wave at the refugees, and nodded affectedly.
His acting skills were flawless.
Hearing this news, all the refugees boiled over.
“Long live Lord Master! Long live Lord Master!”
The refugees all loudly shouted Levi’s name, praising his actions.
The assassins’ expressions were somewhat strange.
Where did they get this food?
But it didn’t matter anymore; the gates were already open.
As long as they caused a commotion and killed Levi, that would suffice.
After the assassins intentionally or unintentionally created conflict, for a moment, the order of the entire scene became chaotic beyond compare.
Anticipating this, Levi looked at Isabella and nodded.
Isabella immediately understood the other party’s intention.
She narrowed her eyes, empowering her voice with battle aura:
“All members of the Knights Order! Maintain order on the scene! If any rioters charge, execute them on the spot!”
“Yes!”
The knights beneath the city wall transmitted their voices across the entire area using battle aura.
“Line up properly for me! Everyone gets some! Troublemakers will be executed on the spot!”
The red-eyed refugees who had originally been blinded by hunger and wanted to come up and grab food instantly cleared their eyes up.
The queue began to become orderly, and every refugee obtained their own share of roasted potatoes from the potato-distributing carriage.
Seeing the commotion subside, the assassins shook their heads in disappointment; it seemed the assassination plan would have to wait for later.
Without the cover of refugees right now, rashly executing an assassination would have too low a success rate.
Isabella Windsor, the Second-Order Knight from the Windsor Family standing beside Levi, was no mere showpiece.
Even if the captain was a Second-Order Assassin, in a direct confrontation, a knight’s frontal combat capability could completely chase and beat him around.
Let alone that there were other First-Order Knights present now.
Under the captain’s eye signal, the team members dispersed, lurking among the refugees.
Waiting for the next step of the assassination plan after entering the city.
Various sounds of sobbing continuously rang out from within the pile of refugees.
While crying, they ate the roasted potatoes in their hands.
“Wuwuwu, delicious, delicious!”
You must know that quite a few people had relied on chewing turf or even eating dirt to hold on until now.
The number of people who starved to death was countless.
The refugees’ tears burst out from their eyes.
To be alive is truly wonderful.
They couldn’t care about the heat of the roasted potatoes, swallowing them mouthful after mouthful, fearing that if they ate too slowly, someone beside them would snatch them away.
On the city wall.
“That’s wonderful, Your Highness. The refugees are saved, and our pursuit of the crown prince selection is bound to—”
Trist turned his face, wanting to flatter and compliment Levi, but halfway through his words, he cut off.
Because he saw a smile appear on his Highness’s face.
Trist had lived for fifty years as a royal butler, and in terms of conduct, he could be called a veteran among veterans.
Otherwise, after Queen Windsor died, he wouldn’t have remained safe and sound, nor could he have even become Levi’s personal butler.
This pair of eyes of his had seen too many smiles from those in high and mighty positions.
Aside from money and status, there was nothing else that could make these high-ranking and powerful people laugh out loud.
Yet Levi’s smile at this moment was different.
That wasn’t a smug smile revealed for fame and fortune or to become crown prince.
Instead, it was a heartfelt smile revealed from helping others and saving others.
This smile, he had once seen on the face of Queen Windsor.
At that time, Trist was still an unrecognized youth with unfulfilled talents, having no way to serve his country despite wishing to do so, simply because he was a Serf’s child.
In a trance, Trist seemed to see that peerlessly talented red-haired maiden once again, who had aspired to change the plight of all bottom-tier commoners.
Unfortunately, her ideals failed, and she also died.
As his vision refocused, the red-haired maiden’s face blurred and disappeared.
Gradually becoming clear, however, was Levi’s handsome and delicate face.
The black-haired, black-eyed youth was looking at him with a grin, raising his eyebrows smugly:
“Old Trist, I did a tremendously good thing, right?”
Hearing this, Trist felt his nose sting, and he looked up and laughed loudly twice to mask his vulnerability.
Keeping his tears from flowing out of his eye sockets.
Afterwards, he placed his right hand over his heart, and spoke his heartfelt praise.
Without any flattery, without any component of bootlicking.
“Of course, Your Highness.”
Isabella on the side remained silent, but silently looked at the family crest on the chest of her armor.
The thorns and roses symbolizing the Windsor Family.
Her eyes fluctuated, and finally returned to calmness.