EBE Chapter 194 Reactions from All Parties
Chapter 194 Reactions from All Parties
Chapter 195 Reactions from All Parties
Inside Grozav's tent, the young administrative officer was writing furiously.
"Your Majesty King Sigismund of Hungary and Croatia, and King of Bohemia, your loyal subject Grozaf pays you his highest respects and has an urgent report to give you... Commander Ducat's incompetence has allowed the rebels to become increasingly rampant. Today, rebel cavalrymen are even swaggering outside the camp gates, severely damaging the morale of our troops..."
As he wrote, a smug smile spread across his face. "This time, I'm definitely going to get that old bastard."
Meanwhile, in the commander's tent, Dukat was also writing a letter to King Sigismund.
"The administrative officer, Grozav, was incompetent and inept; camp planning was chaotic, and logistical support was inadequate. Furthermore, his fondness for alcohol and excessive drinking repeatedly caused delays in military operations..."
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Meanwhile, news of the surprise attack in the rain had spread through various channels within Kutenberg.
Inside the city hall, Mayor Jerome Naz slammed his fist on the table in anger: "The Silver Dawn Knights are going too far! Today they dare to attack a military camp, tomorrow they'll dare to attack a city! We must...we must condemn them!"
"It should indeed be condemned, otherwise the Hungarians will think we're in cahoots with them."
Royal Mint Officer Vavank stroked his chin and said, "After all, we are all serving His Majesty King Sigismund."
"I also agree with issuing a statement condemning them; more people should be made aware of the Silver Dawn Knights' atrocities!"
Armorsmith Nicholas Crandall raised his hand in support.
"I agree!"
"condemn!"
Weaver Tuchmacher and tavern owner Havel also raised their hands.
But everyone present knew perfectly well that the Silver Dawn Knights' prestige was growing day by day, and their city hall dared not send troops to suppress them, but could only offer token support.
As for the fact that more people know about the plight of the Hungarians who suffered greatly and were blocked from going out, that has nothing to do with their city hall.
Upon hearing the news, Count von Polgów of Malesov Castle, who was preparing to depart for Kutenberg, fell into deep thought.
"It seems that the Silver Dawn Knights are more powerful than I imagined."
He turned to the butler and said, "I suddenly feel unwell, so I'll postpone my departure for a few days."
At Sukhdor Castle, the Marquis of Jöbst, who was reviewing documents, paused in his writing upon hearing his steward's report on the Hungarian military camp.
It took quite a while before I continued writing.
"The blood of the Luxembourg family runs in our veins. But both Sigismund and I are better at military strategy. This bastard son personally leading the charge reminds me of my grandfather, the blind John."
His grandfather, John the Blind, was a king of Bohemia who fought on the battlefield throughout his life: in 1322 he participated in the Battle of Mildorf during Louis IV's struggle for the throne; in 1333 he fought in Italy on behalf of the Guelphs; in 1340 he went blind after participating in the war between Lithuania and the Mongols; and in 1346 he supported France in the Hundred Years' War and died in the Battle of Crécy.
At that time, Edward the Black Prince of England commanded the British army to inflict a devastating defeat on France, and even the King of France fled.
But John the Blind refused to retreat, even though he was old and completely blind.
He replied, "The King of Bohemia will never flee in the face of battle. Gentlemen, please take me to the place where the fighting is fiercest. God will be with us, there is nothing to fear. Please take good care of my sons."
He then ordered his servants to tie him to the horse with reins to prevent the blind king from falling or getting lost.
When the battle horn sounded, the blind king charged ahead, slashing with his sword again and again. His followers fought just as fiercely as he did, until they all died there.
The next day, when people were cleaning up the battlefield, they found their bodies. The king's attendants had been surrounding him until the very end, and their horses were tied together.
Every time Yobst read about his grandfather's heroic deeds, he was deeply moved, but he had been in poor health since childhood and could not be a knight charging into battle. His younger brother, Prokop, was brave and strong, but too reckless.
Seeing the red-haired Peter lead the Knights to such a victory reminds him of his grandfather, and confirms that the Luxembourg family blood in this child is awakening.
However, Peter's actions conflicted with his own goals in negotiating with Sigismund.
"What a troublesome illegitimate child."
Yobst sighed and continued working on the documents. He might have a headache, but his cousin Sigismund should have an even bigger one! A clever idea struck him, and a smile crept onto his lips.
At La Bosch Castle, young Christopher, the second son of Sir Martin Odlin, is secretly leading a horse out of the castle.
He and his father were both royalists and deeply resented the invading Hungarians. The fact that Labos Castle had repeatedly suffered from Hungarian taxation, extortion, and looting further deepened their animosity.
As a young man, Christopher was full of passion but powerless to resist. It wasn't until he first heard about the Knights of the Silver Dawn's exploits in fighting off the grain requisitioning party and saving the village that his blood boiled and he longed to join them immediately and fight the enemy together.
His strict father, Martin, forbade him from going out, saying that nobles should not associate with criminals. Christopher found this hard to accept; did fighting off intruders make one a criminal? For the first time in his life, he harbored thoughts of rebelling against his father.
This time, the Silver Dawn launched another surprise attack on the Hungarian camp in the rain, making the Hungarians afraid to go out. This made Christopher unable to suppress his restless heart any longer. He finally took the first step in rebelling against his father and secretly ran away from home to find the Dawn.
After leaving the castle, Christopher glanced back at it with a hint of reluctance, then spurred his horse and rode away quickly.
In the shadows above the city walls, the figures of old Martin Odlin and his butler appeared.
"Master, why didn't you stop the young master after you knew about his plan to leave?"
The old steward had noticed something amiss when Christopher was preparing horses, weapons, provisions, and water, and reported it to the old knight.
But surprisingly, the old knight did not stop it.
Old Martin sighed, "My eldest son rebelled and ran away because of my strict discipline, and now my second son wants to leave too. Tell me, isn't my parenting a failure?"
"Master, that's not the case. They are still young and cannot understand your expectations," the butler comforted him earnestly.
"Perhaps I've been too harsh on them. I'm getting older every day, and he'll one day have to shoulder the burden of the Odrin family. Maybe letting him go out and explore will prevent what happened to Goodwin from happening to him."
Martin Aldrin was heartbroken as he recalled his eldest son, Goodwin, who had assaulted him at a banquet in defiance of him and brought a prostitute home for the night—all outrageous acts. Perhaps he truly was a failed father. In the Waldstein family apartment in Kutenberg, the widowed mining tycoon Anna listened to her maid recount the exploits of the Silver Dawn, combining this with the information she had obtained from Trossky, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"What an interesting lord! I can't wait to see him at the noble gathering."
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