“Lord Lyons, if anything happens to you, we can’t explain to Lord Whiteford,” Benson Laydon said in a voice of persuasion.
He is the first staff under General Jones and has the right to speak at this time.
“I came to South Province not to enjoy the good life, I am here to make contributions for Lord Whiteford, that is, my son-in-law, and accomplish the glory of South Land for all eternity. If you don’t agree, then I’ll have to report to my son-in-law.”
Maclean Lyons said the word ‘son-in-law’ repeatedly, putting tremendous pressure on everyone.
Everyone was unable to respond.
In the end, Maclean Lyons turned his questioning gaze to Aston Jones: “General Jones, what do you think?”
“Lord Lyons, aren’t you being a bit hasty?”
Maclean Lyons cast a glance at the man, his eyes flashing with disdain. This was a despicable little man he had discovered a few years earlier. Lyons hadn’t found much use for him until now, when he decided to bring him back for one purpose: to scheme against General Jones. The man’s timely appearance was no coincidence; it was part of their scheme. However, Lyons paid him little attention. The man was not particularly competent, and Lyons didn’t hold him in high regard.
“Thank you, my lord,” the man said, paying his respects before slowly retreating. Once he was alone, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow and muttered to himself, “Everywhere I go, I seem to find trouble. But Robin, I’ve repaid what I owe you. From now on, we are even.” He had owed a life, and now he had repaid a life. He was just that nonchalant. Of course, he might not die. But then again, he probably would.
“Forget it, time for a drink,” Rocco Lewis decided, shaking his head as he prepared to leave for a drink. But he was stopped at the entrance of the camp by two soldiers of South Land. “Master Lewis, Lord Lyons has instructed us that you are currently in a precarious situation and cannot leave the camp at will,” they said.
“Fine, fine, fine,” Rocco Lewis conceded. He turned around to return to his tent, only to find two guards now stationed at his door. “Master Lewis,” the guards said, “Lord Lyons has instructed us to ensure your safety due to the ongoing war.”
“Alright, fine,” replied Rocco Lewis, unfazed. He entered his tent without a word. The guards exchanged a glance before stationing themselves at the door, their attention focused not on the outside but on Rocco Lewis inside. After all, this was the South Land military headquarters, what could possibly go wrong? Their assignment from Lord Lyons was to keep an eye on Rocco Lewis and prevent him from escaping.
Rocco Lewis knew this, of course. He lay on his bed and sighed, “It’s a pity. I only owed Robin a favor, and now it seems I have to repay it with my life. I wanted to find a woman and enjoy some wine before I die, to experience the beauty of this world, but it seems there’s no chance for that now.” There was no chance to escape.
Maclean Lyons was indeed a capable man. He was ruthless and competent in various fields. Even if Rocco survived this time, once Lyons returned, he would no doubt eliminate Rocco completely. Rocco knew too much. From the very beginning, Lyons had no intention of letting him live. It was a shame. He still had promises to women that he hadn’t fulfilled.
“Alas, Timi, Ziwi, Jane, Jones, Mary… I’m sorry. In our next lives, wait for me. I will fulfill my promises,” he murmured.