Our Family Has Fallen

Similarly, if he can’t even tolerate a single barbarian, why did he accept Boudica in the first place?

It seemed that Grendel understood Lance’s meaning and put away that attitude. The plants which seemed full of life suddenly lost their soul and became dull.

At the same time, she asked the man, ”What about your tribe?”

With these words, Boslake’s whole state seemed a bit off, a complex mix of emotions, but anger predominates.

Grendel seemed to have expected this, and quickly added another statement.

”Warwolf is already dead, right in front of me.”

The surprise instantly shattered Boslake’s defense, completely ignoring everyone else, he couldn’t help but pursue the question.

”What’s going on! How did that guy die?”

”Warwolf was killed by the person right in front of you.” Grendel didn’t explain further but signaled, ”So now, can we have a proper discussion?”

”Alright.” Boslake put down the longbow and gestured that he was not aggressive.

The fact that Boslake was willing to leave the Mountains to become a mercenary showed that his views were quite flexible. Claiming he was a hard-line stubborn type would definitely be unreliable.

His previous reaction was more of a self-defense against complex and unfamiliar situations, expressing resistance to everything he wasn’t clear about.

He was eager to leave because he feared Grendel would betray him to the Empire.

However, after hearing Grendel’s words, his defenses were shattered.

Comparatively, he was more curious about how Warwolf died.

Seeing this, Lance knew that Grendel indeed had a way to deal with him but chose not to intervene, instead beckoning the other two, ”You two have worked hard, you can go back first.”

”If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come, it would have been better to chop up those guys...” Boudica seemed to realize there wouldn’t be a fight, her lack of interest was apparent as she carried her axe spear out.

Muttering to herself non-stop, but no one paid attention to her.

Laura, who was trailing behind, couldn’t help but glance at Lance. She was one of the observers, and naturally knew the answer to Warwolf’s death, even now the thought of that battle brought some shock.

Suddenly realizing that her posture with the bow looked a bit foolish, was she afraid the Lord would be attacked?

She immediately put away the bow and arrows and left.

During this, Boslake kept his gaze on Lance, indeed he wasn’t foolish, knowing that to make Grendel, a Deer Head descendant, stay here, Warwolf’s death must be related to this man.

As a mercenary, he had crawled through the mud in the Empire, looking at this ordinary man in front of him, compared to the image of Warwolf, how could it be?

Suddenly, he thought of that scene from the firing squad earlier.

Could it be that even a barbarian warrior as strong as Warwolf...

”You guessed wrong, Warwolf wasn’t killed by the army.”

Grendel spoke, naturally noticing Boslake’s strange expression, guessing what these people might be thinking wasn’t difficult.

Boslake looked sharply at Grendel, as if he heard incorrectly and wanted to get a corrected answer, but what greeted him was merely a calm gaze.

”First, tell us how you came to be here? What happened between Bastia and the Mountains?”

Grendel played on his strong curiosity, and Boslake felt there was nothing to hide, thus he briefly explained.

During this period, the Earl spread the news of the Order of Knights being captured, and then expelled all the Barbarian Mercenaries within Bastia’s borders.

Originally pushing the defensive line to the foot of the Mountains and then retreating, those Bastia knights abandoned large parts of the territory.

Then rumors began spreading in the Mountains about Bastia’s army weakening.

The Wolf Fang tribe sent a youth to cause a commotion at a gathering, after which a few large tribes began to take action.

When mentioning this, Lance couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Grendel.

”What kind of luck is the Wolf Fang tribe having?”

After failing in a great war with the Empire and suffering a significant blow to their tribal strength, they rise under a leader wolf, making the tribe recover over a dozen years.

When the leader wolf perished, a remarkably talented Warwolf emerged claiming to be once-in-a-century, leading the tribe in raids to make up for years of losses.

Warwolf fell at Hamlet, and it managed to halt the rising trend of the Wolf Fang tribe.

Yet immediately a young child rises to challenge all of the tribe elders, engaging in verbal battles without losing ground, sounding like a ”potential emperor.”

Great, is the protagonist aura at your family’s place?

One protagonist after another breaks through.

However, with Warwolf dead and Hamlet steadily developing, Grendel’s mindset was at ease.

As for Lance... what was he afraid of? A kid?

Hamlet was not a Yunlan Sect; Lance had been handling this mess for barely half a year and was already close to reaching the ruins.

When the three-year deadline arrives, it should be him advancing on the Mountains.

Neither Boslake nor Lance could comprehend the ideas; Boslake was continuing to narrate how their mercenaries were hired by large tribes, engaging in harassment or probing.

Then, disrupted by knights, forced to Hamlet to regroup, and were killed by Michelle’s Personal Guards, leaving only a few to escape, leading to now.

Recalling this, Boslake remembered something, ”You just mentioned this is Hamlet, did you capture Bastia’s Order of Knights?”

Lance remained silent, and Grendel took over the topic, not answering but starting another discussion.

”You were deceived by the Wolf Fang tribe, back then Warwolf, to capture me, led the tribe’s elite to Bastia and was heavily defeated by the Order of Knights, just like you were forced to escape into Hamlet, raid and eventually perish.

Without these backbone warriors and the deaths caused by continual killings among other tribes, it can be said that the Wolf Fang tribe is now quite vacant, and they didn’t send more people to plunder.

You guess the Bastia knights could defeat the elite led by Warwolf, can they defeat the tribal allied forces? The fact that you mercenaries were easily driven out shows reality.

The Earl’s knights don’t dare to enter in the Mountains, on flat land we can’t win, and the rumors of Bastia’s army weakening are completely fabricated lies to lure you out.

This is clearly the Wolf Fang tribe colluding with the Earl, cooperating to provoke war, bringing the Mountain tribes out to be slaughtered.”

Lance was surprised hearing this, not expecting Grendel, who seemed so good, to be so ruthless in her thoughts.

It truly matched the phrase ”The more beautiful a woman, the better the liar.”

Everyone knew why Warwolf came, it was to chase the opportunity for legendary promotion.

Besides that, everything else said was true.

Francis, persuaded by Lance, spoke of the Earl’s maneuvers against the Mountain Barbarian tribes.

These true statements, pieced together, formed a conspiracy by the Wolf Fang tribe and the Earl against the Mountain tribes.

The speech completely excluded Hamlet from the narrative, barely mentioning it.

If these words reached the wise elders of those tribes, even the capture of the Order of Knights would be considered part of the Earl’s plot.

After all, these old fellows from the same era suffered losses to the Earl.

Boslake didn’t know as much as Lance, hence he depended on Grendel as his sole source of information.

But in believing so, wasn’t he stepping right into Grendel’s woven ”truth?”

False... everything is false... Wolf Fang tribe colludes with the Empire...

Grendel saw Boslake dumbfounded and stressed emphatically.

”You must take this news back to the Mountains, absolutely can’t let Wolf Fang tribe and the Earl succeed.”

These words naturally roused Boslake; his face turned serious, and yet somewhat fierce.

He completely let go of his caution, his full focus being to return and expose the plot.

”I’ll definitely make the Wolf Fang tribe pay the price.”

”Do me a favor,” Grendel changed her previous enthusiasm, appearing somewhat weary and lost.