Tribulation of Mysteries

Roan Davis led the way.

The two ships dared not stop at the harbour, so they simply found a place to dock.

"Tie up the prisoners!"

After a night of chaos, it was now the darkest time of the night before dawn.

It was the time when people were tired and their vigilance at its weakest.

"Sir, this is a good time."

Looking at the still dark and silent building, Eight Fingers licked his lips.

Roan smiled bitterly.

His desire to live still prevailed, so he surrendered. But when he saw how unguarded his home was, he could not help but feel shocked.

"Yes, it's such a good opportunity, but it's a pity to just plunder the houses ..."

Aaron shook his head and looked at Roan with a smile. "Your Excellency Roan, I'll have to ask you to open the castle gate... I'll be right behind you."

"I am willing to serve you!"

Roan's expression became even more bitter. "Aren't you worried about the guards in the castle, or that someone leaked the news beforehand and it's a trap?"

"Of course I will confirm this in advance."

Aaron Sotos smiled and answered.

In an ordinary world without supernatural powers, a little mystery was just cheating.

If [Danger Perception] gave him a strong warning, he would naturally retreat and not be stupid enough to throw his life away.

...

The morning sun was shining.

At the top of the castle, Abel the guard yawned in boredom.

In Davis' territory, those who could fight had basically gone to the front or had mostly been taken away by Roan.

Now only the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled were left.

He had been on guard duty all night, but nothing had happened. He was already very tired.

By this time he could hardly wait to take over and go to the kitchen to enjoy some oatmeal soup and salted meat. This was a special treat for the night watchmen.

Suddenly he saw a group of people walk over and arrive at the bottom of the castle.

The leader was Roan Davis.

"Sir Roan?"

Abel exclaimed in surprise.

"It's me. Open the door. Damn it, something has gone wrong with our plan. I must report this to Madam immediately!" Roan Davis shouted.

If you were to get close, you would see that this man's forehead was dripping with sweat, and behind him, Aaron was smiling and pressing a dagger against his waist.

"O... Okay."

Without the slightest doubt, Abel went down to call the people to open the city gates and welcome Roan and the others.

Creak, crack ...

Accompanied by the grinding sound of gears and ropes, the drawbridge was slowly lowered and the old wooden door slowly opened.

Once inside the castle, Abel came forward to greet him. "My lord, is there anything I can do for you... Ah!"

In the next instant, a long sword pierced his chest.

After Aaron made his move , the few guys he had chosen immediately drew their weapons and killed the people at the entrance of the castle.

Taking the city gate so easily, even Aaron felt that it was too easy.

Although the divination in his dream had shown that there was no danger, it was still not enough.

"My lord, let's charge!"

Eight Fingers howled as he used a scimitar to cut off the head of a guard. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Pass down the order, attack."

Aaron nodded and let Eight Fingers charge at the front.

Clang!

Another group of guards surged out from the castle hall. Although they looked old and young, there were actually quite a number of them.

"Are these knight attendants?"

Aaron recognized them at a glance. Just like how Theodore liked to keep the sons of his butlers and knights by his side as attendants, the Davis family also had such a tradition.

At the same time, these children who had been raised from young were somewhat like hostages.

Their fathers and brothers might still be fighting for the Davis family on the frontlines, and they should be properly protected in the rear.

Now that they had come out to fight, it was obvious that they had been forced into a desperate situation.

"Damn bastard, I'll chop off your head!"

Beck who was at the front, let out a blood-curdling scream. He had been careless and had been stabbed by a half-grown child. Although the injury wasn't serious, it was still bloody.

"The enemy's resistance is very tenacious … There's a possibility of failure."

Aaron looked at all this with a gloomy expression. "Light a fire!"

This was the second plan he had prepared. After taking over the city gates, he would immediately light a fire. At the same time, the few eloquent fellows outside would do their best to incite the civilians! They would also release the captives and let them plunder!

Don't underestimate the deep-rooted bad habits of humans!

After being neighbors for so many years, Aaron knew what kind of character Davis' family was. It was good enough that they didn't exploit the civilians to death.

Now that they were in danger and the castle had been breached, the civilians definitely wouldn't take the initiative to help them.

On the contrary, they would be very interested in turning into thugs and plundering.

After taking over the castle, the best strategic choice would be to defend this place to the death and cooperate with the frontline army to completely destroy the Davis family … But it's very dangerous. A few dozen people guarding a castle might be able to resist for a while but in front of a thousand-man army if they aren't careful, they might be completely wiped out!

Of course, Aaron didn't have the noble character of sacrificing himself for the sake of his family, even if it was just a possibility.

Therefore, using the enemy's civilians to completely destroy the castle and reduce the difficulty of the subsequent attacks was the best choice.

And he would definitely retreat before the return of Davis' army!

"You still want to resist stubbornly? You've already failed … The Davis family will be destroyed, and your loyalty won't be repaid! "

Aaron held his ssword and looked at an old knight with a head full of white hair who was charging towards him. He said coldly, "Even if you don't surrender directly, you can take away the riches in the castle. It's enough for you to live a good life outside."

"You don't understand …"

The old knight shouted and slashed with his sword.

It was obvious that he was very experienced, but his stamina wasn't good enough.

In the end, Aaron's sword pierced through his chest.

He was still struggling and spitting out blood. "You don't understand... The path of a knight is loyalty!"

Aaron drew back his sword, his expression indifferent. "Yes … I'm not a knight, I don't understand loyalty, I'm a beast controlled by desire!"

"However, I won, I survived, and you died … This is reality!"

No matter how noble a slogan is, it can't compare to practical benefits!"