The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1661 468: Invite the Enemy into the Trap (Part 4)

It's unrealistic to rely on these people to take back Sparrow Wood Castle, but protecting him from over two thousand mercenaries shouldn't be a problem.

The Judicial Court is on its way here, and he doesn't have time to linger around waiting for an uncertain outcome.

He has only two choices!

Either immediately pack up the gold and silver ornaments brought from Sparrow Wood Castle, take his family to the port of Campbell Duchy, board a ship, and flee to the New Continent to live anonymously. Or follow this group of mercenaries and immediately fight back, cleanse the Gard family's disgrace, and clean up before the arrival of the Judicial Court.

Looking at this fat pig exuding a fierce Energy, Grega was surprised and glanced at him twice, then said gladly.

"That would be best of course—"

"Great! I'll go gather my people, you go inform yours! In one hour, we'll meet at the south gate of Twilight City!"

Not waiting for Grega to finish, Thelon interrupted him, walked out of the courtyard with great momentum, and left the banquet behind.

Ailarike didn't give him face, so naturally, he didn't intend to give that baron any face.

Watching Thelon leave in a hurry, this time it was Grega who stopped him with a bitter smile.

"Wait a minute, Earl—"

Thelon halted and turned to look at him.

"What now?!"

Grega coughed.

"I understand your feelings, but... shouldn't we sign the agreement first?"

Contract?

Is that even a matter?

Thelon impatiently waved his hand.

"Sign it on the way!"

Watching the hurried fat pig squeezing into the cage, Grega helplessly spread his hands, watching that disappearing figure walk away.

It wasn't until Thelon Gard's figure completely vanished from the courtyard that he stood up from the stone table, and respectfully saluted the wall not far away.

Amber-colored vertical pupils watched the courtyard, then vanished, blending into the night with the cloak.

The elegant sound of the piano and the clatter of glasses continued in the hall, yet the courtyard filled with moonlight had unknowingly returned to serenity.

Under Ailarike's instructions, a servant reluctantly took a tray to the courtyard, but Earl Thelon Gard was not there.

The servant paused slightly, but didn't think much of it.

Perhaps that disgraceful thing felt it was pointless to stay at the banquet, so he left early and went home.

The servant returned to the hall and reported to Governor Ailarike, who was hosting guests, that Earl Thelon had left without a word.

Ailarike frowned slightly but didn't dwell on it.

Compared to an earl about to lose his title, there were more noble guests requiring his fullest attention.

It was a stern old man like a stone sculpture, with hair streaked with white frost, yet his posture was still as straight as a pine.

"Mr. Skylar, please forgive me for not knowing you were in Twilight City, neglecting you was not my intention."

Looking at the unexpected guest at the Governor's Mansion hall door, Ailarike's face was full of respectful smiles, yet his back was drenched in cold sweat.

This person is the Court Manager of Your Majesty!

He never imagined that this esteemed gentleman would be in Twilight City, and that he was accompanied by a Magic Apprentice from the Academic State.

It seemed they had long been in this city.

Ailarike anticipated people from Your Majesty would come, but never thought they'd be here watching and waiting until everything ended to reveal themselves.

Even deep in his panicked emotions, a trace of pain was silently spreading.

Skylar looked at Ailarike expressionlessly, his gaze crossed that fearful face and fell on the Campbell Knights drinking and laughing with Ryan Nobles.

Especially that girl with hair even whiter than his.

He immediately recognized the sword at her waist, a pride of the Ryan people, yet also a root cause of the Kingdom's division.

"Baron Valerius, I think... my Majesty didn't invite these guests to his mansion."

"Perhaps, you could give me an explanation?"