Has The Lord’s Career Chart Been Filled Today? – Chapter 128
“So long, and still no one has brought out any prisoners?”
After waiting patiently for a while, Oliver asked Oakwood.
“Unfortunately not, Your Highness.”
Oakwood quickly sent someone to confirm again, and still received a negative answer.
“Hmm.”
Oliver nodded expressionlessly, his heart turning completely cold.
Not even the most precious hope of survival could bring out living prisoners… This could only prove that aside from the rebels, there truly wasn’t a single living soul left inside.
He led his men around the castle walls for a full circuit, and placed stone barricades to block the main gate.
This way, even without soldiers guarding it, those inside wouldn’t be able to escape through the exit.
“No need to wait any longer.”
Oliver suddenly spoke: “Oakwood, go notify everyone to gather here, and the rest of you… step back a bit.”
Training soldiers? Fairness?
If he had known there were still prisoners in the castle, no matter how much importance he placed on spring plowing, he would never have wasted this most precious day for rescue operations.
Nor would he have been constrained by what methods to use.
But it was all too late now.
Oliver took a deep breath.
Although he hadn’t managed to save these poor people, at the very least… he could punish these cold-blooded rebels and appease the tragic souls.
Facing the Lord’s command, Oakwood was momentarily stunned, then said uneasily: “But, Your Highness! You’re too close to the city walls, you could easily come under attack from those rebels!”
If the Lord suffered any injury, he would definitely be severely reprimanded by Mr. Fosse and Mr. Noel afterwards!
“Don’t worry, I’ll explain to Fosse on your behalf.” Oliver smiled slightly, looking at the deity whose expression remained as calm as ever, and said softly: “I have the Cat God’s protection, right?”
Suddenly being addressed, the deity’s golden eyes lit up immediately.
With a hint of eagerness, he nodded earnestly: “I will definitely protect Oliver.”
“So reliable.”
Oliver smiled sincerely, then directly drew from his backpack that azure broadsword that all Laina people remembered all too clearly – the symbol of divine protection from the sacred Cat God, incredibly powerful: “Thank you. Then I’ll entrust my safety to you.”
He obediently nodded.
Completely unaware that this silent, handsome young man who always accompanied His Highness Oliver was actually the deity he sincerely worshipped… Oakwood really couldn’t feel reassured about this arrangement!
However, the tense expression on his face immediately gave way to an involuntary gasp of astonishment along with everyone else.
It turned out that although Oliver knew perfectly well that the deity could easily fulfill this promise using divine power even without any medium, to maintain surface cover, he still personally placed this eternal [Cat God’s Sword] into the hands of the only one who could truly wield it.
So… so enviable!
Everyone’s gaze fell upon that gleaming, beautiful yet majestic blue greatsword.
Could it be that this “Jin” was the second god’s chosen besides His Highness Oliver?
Even Mr. Fosse, who usually enjoys the highest trust from His Highness, has never received such an honor!
Bathed in the envious and admiring gazes of everyone, the golden-haired deity solemnly accepted the longsword engraved with his name, then effortlessly swung it a few times.
He can really wield it!
Oakwood marveled.
Just as he recovered from his shock and was thinking of organizing a new round of arguments to dissuade Lord Oliver…
This seemingly elegant and delicate, yet actually strong-willed Lord had already picked up the large pickaxe in his hand and was walking toward the castle tower’s wall.
“Hey, hey!”
Oakwood was so anxious he broke out in a sweat, but there was nothing he could do.
Oh, great Cat God! Please bless me and let Mr. Fosse forgive my dereliction of duty.
It was at this moment that several exclamations of surprise suddenly came from above.
Oliver and his party instinctively looked up and saw a black shadow falling straight down at high speed—
“Thud”
Like the previously ravaged corpses, after a dull thud, the body was smashed into a horrifying pulp of flesh.
Since the person fell quite close to him, Oliver could easily see the state of the corpse thanks to the intense light emitted by the [Ring of the Cat God].
It was a male.
—He wore a very lightweight, yet exquisitely detailed vest-style protective armor. A longsword with several large emeralds embedded in its hilt lay not far away, while a dagger that had originally been tucked on him, though loosened, remained at his waist.
Setting aside the longsword that was far more luxurious than what an ordinary noble could possess, this outfit was actually quite typical of high-level infantry.
He couldn’t be a prisoner.
He must be… one of the rebels in the castle who had plundered all the wealth of the original lord.
To be assigned such valuable spoils, his status was clearly not low.
Oliver frowned slightly, forming some conjectures about his identity.
But since the other was already dead, regardless of his identity, it no longer mattered.
What was most important to him now was to break through the castle as soon as possible and subject these inhuman brutes to extreme punishment.
“Take care of him first.”
After giving this instruction, he continued toward the city wall.
When he stood before the thick wall, he unblinkingly raised the pickaxe in his hand and struck fiercely at the wall!
“Clang!”
This castle, which had stood on the Albury plain for over three hundred years, possessed an inner wall that successive lords had continuously reinforced with better building materials and frequent slave labor.
Its sturdiness far surpassed that of the outer wall protecting the town area.
Apart from the several dozen narrow arrow slits—wide inside and narrow outside—specifically designed for archers to shoot outward, the wall was solid without any extra gaps.
To prevent the approach of large siege engines, the base of the city wall had been widened to twice its original thickness, reaching an astonishing four meters—this not only hindered the advance of siege equipment but also helped withstand human attacks and deflect stones thrown from above.
But no matter how sturdy or thick the barrier, in Oliver’s eyes, it was just a large stone block.
As long as it could be recognized by the system as an ore block… it could be shattered by the pickaxe in his hand.
When the first strike landed, just as Oliver expected, the wall only trembled slightly without immediately showing cracks.
All the Laina soldiers widened their eyes in disbelief.
Could the Lord really be planning to…?
This incredible thought simultaneously crossed their minds.
Oliver wasn’t discouraged in the slightest. Without hesitation, he raised the pickaxe again and struck the wall once more!
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
The crisp, resonant strikes echoed like war drums—dense, powerful, and piercingly clear through everyone’s eardrums.
For the Laina people, they had already understood the Lord’s intention.
More and more Laina soldiers, without second thought, obeyed the Lord’s command and quickly gathered here.
“What is that madman doing?!”
Deputi had just emerged from the grief of losing his good friend when he witnessed this incomprehensible scene.
He stared in disbelief, both amused and exasperated. “With those arms thinner than a woman’s and a tiny pickaxe, he thinks he can attack our city wall?!”
How ridiculous!
There wasn’t a single piece of equipment like a large catapult that could cause serious damage to the wall; no battering ram to break through the heavy city gates; not even the most lightweight and slightly effective fire arrows were deployed!
Relying solely on one person and a pickaxe that, aside from being unusually large, could almost be described as plain and unadorned—he actually thought—
“Hey, Deputi.”
Just as he found it utterly absurd, he suddenly heard his subordinate’s uneasy reminder. “Do you feel that? The wall really is shaking.”
They stood on the embrasure, though stepping on suspended solid iron bars nearly thirty meters above the base of the wall…
To their astonishment, every time that glowing, unbelievably handsome Lord swung his pickaxe and struck the wall, they could clearly feel the ground beneath their feet shaking!
“Bullshit! What nonsense are you spouting?”
Deputi, like a cornered rat forced toward fire, instantly ignited with rage. He furiously shouted at the timid soldier, “Use your pathetic brain! Is that even possible?!”
Seeing the others still frozen in shock, he grew even angrier and roared, “What are you all standing around for? If you don’t want to end up like that coward Lieder and jump off here, hurry up and bring the lime powder and rubble! That arrogant noble dared to get so close to the wall—we must make him pay! This is our only chance to survive! Think clearly: if we injure this foolish noble, his subordinates will surely take him to another city for treatment, and our crisis will be over!”
Only then did everyone snap out of their daze and quickly follow his orders.
Deputi didn’t idle either; he personally went to retrieve the rubble hidden under the battlements.
Choking on dust and coughing uncontrollably, he couldn’t help but think of his friend Lieder, who had inexplicably given up hope and taken his own life.
“What a… damn coward!”
He wiped away tears that had unknowingly streamed down his face, gritting his teeth in resentment.
Thump!
Below the city wall, Oliver continued pounding as if never tiring.
The thick wall noticeably shook with each strike, yet showed no signs of cracking.
“Your Highness, watch out!!!”
Oakwood, who had been nervously monitoring the situation above, suddenly shouted while closing his eyes and lunging toward the Lord.
“Step aside.”
The golden-haired deity, who almost never spoke to outsiders, uttered these words gloomily.
Before Oakwood could even open his eyes, he felt an irresistible yet gentle force decisively push him aside.
He staggered backward over a dozen steps before barely regaining his balance, narrowly avoiding falling flat on the ground.
Wh-what happened?
He looked in astonishment toward where the Lord had been, only to see the tall, straight-backed figure of the golden-haired youth.
His spine remained ramrod straight, his gaze never leaving his beloved Oliver for even a moment.
Even if he didn’t listen, watch, or perceive… his powerful divine sense enveloping everything would faithfully transmit all that occurred around them.
At the most opportune moment, without even looking up, he raised the broadsword single-handedly and swung it with effortless grace.
A brilliant azure arc suddenly flashed, like a splash of ocean blue stirred upon the sea’s surface, so transparent and pure it stole one’s breath away.
But what truly mattered was the powerful divine power enveloping the heavy blade.
—It completely incinerated the boiling oil and stone debris before they could fully descend.
