freenovelworld Chapter 1043 - 300: The Annihilation of Lynn’s Territory (1W)_2
Chapter 1043 - 300: The Annihilation of Lynn’s Territory (1W)_2
Viscount Jon Zack let out a cold snort, then moved his gaze away from Zock.
He turned his body and stepped forward into the corridor ahead.
After taking a few steps and seeing that Zock had not moved, Jon Zack spoke coldly.
"What? Do you not wish to avenge the manor’s downfall?"
"Hurry up and follow!"
Zock dared not utter a word and followed suit.
...
Originally a tall and sturdy man, Knight Commander Ack, was clad in standard plate armor.
Even standing alone, he nearly occupied the entire corridor.
The corridor in front of Ack.
A commotion of footsteps approached, walking towards him.
It didn’t take long.
A few seconds later, figures turned the corner of the corridor and appeared in his view.
They were the manor lords who had just entered the Viscount’s castle by carriage.
Ack’s enormous frame barred the way forward in the corridor.
Looking at the knight commander Ack, who resembled a steel giant, the manor lords’ expressions shifted, their eyes filled with apprehension.
One of the portly manor lords spoke with a stammer.
"Ah... Knight Commander Ack, the Viscount has summoned us."
Ack’s eyes surveyed the manor lords through the visor of his iron helmet.
His hoarse voice echoed once more from beneath the mask.
"The Viscount instructs the manor lords to first proceed to the meeting room and wait."
"The Viscount will come shortly!"
The manor lords dared not question, responding in unison.
"Of course."
"We will follow the Viscount’s instructions."
Ack spoke, "Manor Lords, please follow me."
The manor lords didn’t need to respond.
Ack turned his body, began walking, heading into the darkness ahead.
The remaining manor lords in the corridor exchanged glances.
After a brief hesitation, they followed Ack.
Amidst the clatter of footsteps, led by Ack, the manor lords arrived at the castle’s meeting room.
They stepped into the meeting room and sat down at the walnut table, in the chairs they had previously occupied.
The chairs in the Viscount’s meeting room were not theirs to choose freely.
Different seats.
Represented the varying strengths of their manors.
And their relationship with Viscount Jon Zack!
In the meeting room.
Four or five oil lamps on the walls burned slowly, casting a dim yellow-green glow.
Which illuminated the two empty wooden chairs beside the table.
Even without any words, they knew.
The seats of those two wooden chairs belonged to Zock Manor Lord from Alba Town and Neil Manor Lord.
The empty chairs, the knight commander standing beside the main seat, and the dim, lonely atmosphere of the meeting room.
Made the already tense manor lords feel even more suppressed and uneasy.
Only pairs of eyes continuously scanned each other’s faces.
After waiting a few minutes.
Devant Benitez, the manor lord from Bo Xi Town, sitting at the far end, looked at Ack and inquired.
"Knight Commander Ack, we’ve been waiting for a while now, when will the Viscount meet us?"
Following Devant’s question.
A flood of voices, long held back, suddenly erupted.
"Yes, we came to Kakasong City immediately upon the Viscount’s summons."
"It’s the critical time for the summer harvest and plowing, and I need to lead the manor’s agricultural production!"
"What’s really happening now? Did Lord Lynn truly destroy Connelly and Louis Manors in Alba Town?"
"A previously unheard-of lord with such power to destroy manors?"
"At such a crucial moment, how much longer must we wait?"
"Indeed, Knight Commander, could you inquire with the Viscount on when we might commence the meeting?"
Standing steadfast beside the main seat, Ack remained unmoved.
Despite the barrage of questions from the manor lords, Ack showed no intent to act.
His eyes scanned over the faces of the manor lords through the visor’s slit.
Just as Ack was about to speak,
A cold voice suddenly emerged from the entrance to the meeting room.
"If you don’t wish to wait, you may leave now!"
"This Viscount will not ask you to stay!"
The manor lords seated on the wooden chairs, hearing the unfamiliar yet familiar voice, had their expressions turn serious and quickly turned their heads.
Upon seeing Viscount Jon Zack and Zock Connally behind him.
The manor lords rose promptly from their seats, bowing their heads.
In unison, respectful words echoed in the meeting room.
"Viscount."
Even after hearing their respectful voices, Jon Zack’s indifferent expression did not waver in the slightest.
He stepped forward to the main seat at the table.
After Knight Commander Ack pulled out the wooden chair, Jon Zack seated himself unceremoniously.
Leaning back, Jon Zack looked directly at the manor lords standing by the table.
Questions rolled off his tongue.
"Weren’t there various questions just now?"
"Why is no one speaking now?"
"Hmm?"
Feeling the imposing force in Viscount Jon Zack’s words.
The manor lords lowered their heads even further.
No one dared to speak again.