In his hand, the iron gong rang âding dingâ.
Watching the messenger mercenary leave, Keith withdrew his gaze.
He scanned the surroundings to confirm there were no outsiders, then looked Wyatt directly in the eye.
He spoke urgently, "Wyatt, are you holding onto the money stash?"
Wyatt nodded, somewhat confused, "Of course, Iâm your brother, after all. Naturally, I should be the one helping you store valuables."
Keith relaxed his expression and continued, "Thatâs good."
"Wyatt, I have something I need you to do now."
Wyatt raised an eyebrow, waiting for Keith to continue.
Keith said, "I want you to take all the Gold Pounds weâve gathered, and leave Morgan Town quietly when no one is watching."
"Do you remember the cave weâve been to before?"
Wyatt thought for two seconds and nodded, "I remember."
Keith said with satisfaction, "Good, I want you to wait for me in the cave."
Upon hearing this.
Confusion appeared on Wyattâs face.
He spoke, puzzled, "Brother, are you asking me to be a deserter?"
"No way! Even though Iâm not the smartest, I will never leave you and run away alone!"
Seeing Wyattâs determined expression, Keith took a deep breath, suppressing his inner anger.
If it werenât for the fact that Wyatt was his brother, he would have killed him with a sword.
Interrupting his good deeds and mood, he let pass.
He was trying to ensure Wyattâs survival, and he couldnât understand this logic.
Keith spoke sternly, "Iâll say it again, I want you to wait for me in the cave. Iâll come and get you once I handle the invading enemy."
"Wyatt, this is not a discussion!"
Wyattâs mouth opened slightly, about to argue further.
But feeling Keithâs cold, piercing gaze, Wyatt gave up.
He said reluctantly, "Alright, brother, Iâll wait for you to pick me up in the cave."
Keith nodded, "Go quickly."
Wyatt responded, taking one last deep look at Keith.
Finally, he headed toward the three-story building behind him.
Watching Wyattâs figure disappear into the reception hall, Keith felt a slight sense of relief.
So far, regarding the number and strength of the night-raiding enemies,
he knew nothing.
All he could be sure of was this,
the enemy night attack was related to Frank Manor, to the Church fire.
As soon as he heard of the major fire at the Church, and arranged for people to go and extinguish it,
in just a few minutes,
a messenger mercenary came to report an enemy night attack.
Obviously,
the Church fire was just a distraction,
meant to divert the Blade Wind Corps stationed in Morgan Town!
Someone who could come up with such a plan and launch an attack without hesitation,
Keith didnât believe that the enemy attacking Morgan Town was just a ragtag bunch!
Therefore,
he had to be fully prepared!
He needed to quickly rally and organize the mercenaries for defense.
He also had to arrange an escape route!
If the Mercenary Corps showed weakness, he would not hesitate to flee with the remaining mercenaries.
Defend Morgan Town to the death?
What a joke.
They were just an invited Mercenary Corps here in Morgan Town.
Now the Gold Pounds in Morgan Town were already in hand.
They had their fun.
If faced with a life-or-death crisis, he could even abandon the entire Blade Wind Corps Mercenary Corps.
Survival was the utmost priority!
While Keith pondered, chaotic pounding footsteps sounded on his left.
Keith turned to look.
It was the few captains and a group of mercenaries he had sent to fight the fire.
At least six or seven hundred of them at a glance!
The mercenaries came before Keith, calling out with resounding voices, "Leader!"
Keithâs expression was solemn as he said in a deep voice, "I suppose you know our current situation?"
The mercenaries nodded in response.
Keith continued, "Good!"
"I wonât say more than necessary!"
"Life in Morgan Town is great, with food, drink, and plump women!"
"If you wish to continue enjoying such a life, then fight for me!"
"Slay those scoundrels who dare only strike at night in ambush!"
"Make them understand why we are called the Blade Wind Corps!"
The mercenaries showed fervor, voices rising in unison.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill..."
Keith moved his hand, drawing the longsword still stained with blood from his waist, his right arm swinging fiercely.
"Charge!"
The mercenaries widened their eyes, bared their teeth, voicing strange cries from their throats.
They ran in the direction Keith swung his longsword.
Keith was also running.
But as he deliberately slowed his pace,
within a few seconds,
the mercenaries rushed past him to the front.
The group had only run for a few minutes.
A thundering, rolling sound of hooves came from the front, like a storm.
The cries of horses and painful screams reached the soldiersâ ears.
They looked ahead.
Seeing soldiers clad in black standard plate armor, wielding exotic long spears, mounted on warhorses.
The heavy cavalry leapt effortlessly over the barricades ahead.
The over-a-meter-high barricades seemed inconsequential to those heavy cavalry!
Their elongated and strange-shaped long spears acted like deadly weapons.
Wherever they passed,
mercenariesâ longsword and scimitar couldnât reach the heavy cavalry, and their bodies were instantly pierced, turning into sieves.