Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

"Reynard, don't make things difficult for this old man. Just surrender and accept your fate." Marcus spoke unhurriedly.

Reynard didn't dare take his away from him. This old man might look like he was a step away from his grave, but he was still a powerhouse at the 7th layer of the Nascent Soul realm! Fighting him would only end in his death. "Sir Marcus, why don't you help me convince your son? We can compensate you for your losses. All I ask is that you let my Blackcrow Household leave unharmed.

What do you think?"

Marcus stroked his beard and pretended to be interested. "That sounds tempting…"

"I promise that we will give you a satisfactory price," Reynard added while looking behind him. To his horror, Roland and the others had already caught up to him. 'Shit!'

"Reynard, you should be ashamed! You abandoned your comrade to save your own life! A despicable man like you doesn't deserve to live!" Roland's voice echoed like a death sentence.

Reynard could feel everyone's mocking gazes. He had never felt this humiliated. "Roland!!!"

"Hold on."

Everyone turned their gazes at the old man.

"How about this? Slit your throat and we will consider sparing your descendants." Marcus muttered while rubbing his chin.

Reynard's face darkened. "Your joke is not funny, Sir Marcus." He muttered in a cold voice. He didn't want to die!

Marcus waved his hand. "No! No! I'm not joking. You see, your descendants would be implicated because of your crimes, but if you kill yourself here and show us that you have repented, then I will beg His Majesty to spare your descendants."

Roland stared at his father with a deep look when he heard his words. 'That old man really knows how to toy with people's minds.'

Reynard's face contorted with fury, but then he laughed all of a sudden. "You guys must be ecstatic to see me in such a state!"

"I see that every one of your elites is here. Is there a Nascent Soul martial practitioner in your estate?" Reynard's laughter intensified when he saw their confused faces.

"Have you forgotten about my eldest son? Haha! He recently broke through the Nascent Soul realm! He should be in your estate by now with his troops…" Madness flashed in his eyes as he cackled like a devil.

The faces of Roland and Marcus turned pale upon hearing this.

"What did you say?!" Roland appeared before Reynard and grabbed him by the neck.

Reynard gleefully stared at him. "Hahaha! From your reaction, it seems like there is no Nascent Soul martial practitioner in your estate. Hahaha! If I were you, I would go back to see the situation."

Roland wrapped his fist with Qi and punched Reynard's face!

Pa!

Reynard staggered backward and looked at him with disdain. "Kill me! Hahaha!"

"Wait! We don't know if he is speaking the truth. You should calm down, Roland." The City Treasurer muttered.

"Roland, it would be better if we can bring him alive to the royal family. Leave him to us and return to your estate to check on your family's situation." The other officials also persuaded him.

Roland glared at Reynard before he turned around and left.

Marcus was also worried about his grandson and daughter-in-law so he followed Roland.

"Hahaha! You're too late! My son should have already massacred everyone in your estate!" Reynard's laughter echoed behind them. His words made them feel a chill in their hearts.

They hadn't anticipated that there was another Nascent Soul in the Blackcrow Household.

'Please be safe!' Roland prayed in his heart.

***

Meanwhile, at the eastern gate of the Firecrown Household estate.

Screech!

Fredrinn looked up and saw one of the Soaring Red-eyed Eagles flying straight toward him. It emitted a loud screeching noise as if it was alerting him about something.

The beast circled above the sky before it flew toward the western side of the estate.

Seeing this, Fredrinn quickly understood what it was trying to convey. "Kristine, follow me to the western wall!"

Kristine was stunned by his instruction. "What about this side?" The eastern gate would be left defenseless without them.

"The enemies are on their way to the western gate! If I'm not wrong, their entire army should be concentrated there." Fredrinn muttered with a serious look.

Gunnar's team was stationed there and most of their weaponry was also placed in the western wall. Since the enemy was planning to attack the western gate, this means that they were confident that they could destroy the defenses in place!

"What?!" Kristine was baffled, but she trusted Fredrinn. 'Why would they attack from that side?'

"I think there is a Nascent Soul martial practitioner leading them." This was the only plausible explanation for the opposing side's confidence.

The enemy should be aware that most of their troops were guarding the western gate, but they still went to attack that side. They wouldn't have chosen this straightforward method if they weren't confident.

'What?! A Nascent Soul! How could we stop someone at that level?!' Kristine felt incredibly nervous. She looked at Fredrinn and saw that his eyes were still calm.

"Let's go! Ride your horses! Hurry up! The rest of you, head to the western gate with your fastest speed!" Not everyone in their group had mounts so Fredrinn could only bring those with horses.

At this moment, on the western side of the Firecrown Household's estate.

Gunnar had also noticed the presence of an incoming army. He narrowed his eyes and estimated that there were over a thousand of them!

Seeing this, he immediately told his subordinates to sound the alarms. "Grab your bows and prepare to shoot at my signal!"

Everyone quickly moved into position upon hearing his commands.

"Alice, I'm a bit scared." Olivia held her bow nervously.

Alice patted her shoulder. "Don't be scared. Captain Gunnar is a strong martial practitioner. We will be fine as long as he is around. Besides, we have learned how to fight. You should trust the results of our training."

Olivia took a deep breath and nodded her head.