System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 1021 - 296: With Just You? (10,000 Words)_4

Whether it was because of the impending cavalry army or the Guard Captain who coveted him!

With a bent waist, he once again spread his arms and lifted the metal treasure chest at his feet.

Perhaps it was because the sense of crisis had greatly increased.

Even though the metal treasure chest was still heavy, Neil Lewis’s speed down the stairs did not decrease but instead increased.

Reaching the first-floor reception hall.

Neil Lewis’s gaze shifted, and soon he saw the carriage at the manor’s entrance.

Standing beside the carriage were two young maids and a boy only half a meter tall.

Neil Lewis quickened his pace again, briskly walking toward the manor’s entrance.

With the help of the two young maids, the heavy metal treasure chest was placed inside the carriage.

Boom~ Boom~ Boom~

Neil Lewis felt a bit relieved, just as he was about to speak.

In the darkness far from the manor, a series of low rumbles was approaching closer.

It was not just Neil Lewis.

The guards and peasants busy in the open square all turned their heads toward the distant gloom.

Because the night was about to pass, and dawn was approaching.

The sky had turned from pitch-black to a dull gray.

Faintly visible in the dim farmland was a large cavalry force galloping at full speed toward the manor.

The thunder-like rumbling was precisely the sound of the cavalry’s iron hooves clattering!

Neil Lewis’s expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly instructed the two maids.

"Get on the carriage quickly, we must leave immediately!"

The two maids’ faces showed obvious panic as they hurriedly lifted the boy and got onto the carriage.

Neil Lewis raised his right leg, just setting foot on the edge of the carriage.

A low, inquisitive voice spoke beside his ear, like a worm clinging to his bone.

"Master, are you planning to abandon the entire Louis Manor?"

Neil Lewis’s face stiffened; he naturally recognized this voice as Theron’s.

Neil Lewis furrowed his brow, turned his head to see Theron’s slyly smiling face suddenly appear in his view.

Looking at Theron standing less than a meter away, Neil Lewis opened his mouth to question.

"Guard Captain Theron, does the Manor Lord need to report to you on what he intends to do?"

"My instruction to you was to lead the guards..."

Standing in front of him, Theron flicked his right hand, and a thirty-centimeter-long dagger slipped from his robe sleeve.

It fell precisely into Theron’s right hand.

Before Neil Lewis could finish speaking, his eyes widened.

The dagger’s blade, exuding a faint greenish glow, directly stabbed toward his chest.

Despite Neil Lewis having his guard up.

But at such a close distance, with Theron striking without any warning.

Neil Lewis had no chance to dodge.

With the power of Theron’s stout right arm, amidst the sound of silk clothing being pierced with a ’squelch’.

The dagger’s blade fully penetrated Neil Lewis’s chest.

The words in Neil Lewis’s mouth abruptly stopped.

Filled with disbelief, Neil Lewis looked at the dagger in his chest, then painfully eyed Theron in front of him.

Theron grinned, releasing the dagger handle from his right hand.

Without the support of this force, with the dagger piercing his heart, Neil Lewis fell back towards the carriage like all his strength had been exhausted.

The two maids and child waiting in the carriage, seeing this scene, were filled with terror in their eyes.

Moving their bodies, they knelt on the carriage’s wooden board, supporting Neil Lewis with their hands.

A series of shouts erupted from the maids’ mouths.

"Master, Master!?"

"Someone, the Master has been assassinated..."

"Come quickly!"

The guards and peasants, initially filled with horror at the sight of the large cavalry in the distance.

Upon hearing the maids’ cries.

They were filled with confusion, stepping toward the carriage parked in front of the manor.

Upon seeing Neil Lewis lying in the carriage, blood continuously flowing from his chest.

Dripping down onto the ground, forming a visible trail of blood on the stone slabs.

The motionless Neil Lewis clearly showed signs of life being lost.

The guards and peasants’ eyes constricted, their faces filled with shock.

"The Master is dead!"

"The Manor Lord is dead! The Manor Lord is dead!"

"It was Guard Captain Theron who turned against his superior and killed the Manor Lord."

"The enemy’s cavalry is advancing, what should we do without the Master?"

"It’s over, it’s all over..."

Theron glanced at the two maids, who fearfully lowered their heads, not daring to speak further.

After surveying Neil Lewis one more time and confirming he was lifeless.

Only then did Theron step away from the carriage, moving into the view of all the guards and peasants.

Theron gazed into the distance; the cavalry was already very close.

Without hesitation, Theron climbed onto the log pile beside the bonfire ahead.

Under the gaze of thousands, Theron loudly declared.

"Everyone!"

"As you can see, Manor Lord Neil Lewis was assassinated by me!"

Listening to Theron’s words, a burst of whispers erupted from the guards and peasants.

The sound was plentiful and dense, like bees in a hive.

Theron couldn’t help but glance at the cavalry in the distance once more.

He hurriedly said, "The reason I assassinated the Manor Lord is that Neil, as the Manor Lord, intended to defect!"

"Faced with the enemy’s attack, instead of thinking about how to respond to the enemy, how to break the stalemate."