Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World Chapter 530

"belch!"

Paul covered his mouth and hiccupped.

"The roasted venison just now is really good. Fergus is really good at it."

Accompanied by Victor and Ladi, he savored the delicious food all the way, and walked slowly back to his tent.

The hunting team camped in the forest tonight, whether it was the previous life or the present life, this was the first time for Paul to camp in the wild. Tents, bonfires, and barbecues of whole animals all made him feel very novel. If you couldn't enjoy these things in your previous life, you would set fire to the mountain and sit in prison.

The lord's camp was set up in a separate place, not adjacent to the others—Fergus and others—the tent in the middle of the camp belonged to Paul, and the surrounding six tents were for Victor, Ratty and others. Prepared by the guards, their tents just surrounded Paul's tent, and a circle of refusal horses was placed outside.

At this time the sun had already set, and the guards lit torches and stuck them on the ground, illuminating the camp.

Paul took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was more than 8 o'clock in the evening, "It's still early before I go to bed. If you don't go to bed, how about playing a few cards in my tent? Victor, you go again Find some people."

Today's hunting made him feel that he was very lucky, and he wondered whether the luck in the hunting field could be carried over to the poker field.

"Okay, Master Graman, I'll go find someone right away." Victor was very happy. The lord's card skills were terrible, which meant that he would have another windfall.

Ratti gave Paul a sympathetic look, and nodded in agreement.

"Who are you? Stand away!"

A soft shout came from the entrance of the camp, and the three couldn't help turning around and looking there.

I saw the guard on duty pressing one hand on the hilt of the sword and pointing at a person outside with the other. With the help of the light from the torch, Paul could see clearly that he was dressed like a servant.

Possibly from Fergus? Or maybe it's from the Warrens? The dinner party just now is over, is there any after-dinner event that you want to invite yourself to?

"I have something important to report to Graham-sama!"

The visitor seemed to recognize Paul, and shouted at him, his voice trembling. But what is very strange is that although he is shouting, he seems to be trying to lower his voice, as if he is afraid of being heard by others.

Paul shouted to the guard, "Let him in!"

The two guards standing guard stepped forward and groped the visitor up and down before letting him in.

Victor walked towards the people, keeping Paul behind him.

"Who sent you here? Is there anything you need to see Mr. Graman at this time?"

The visitor looked anxious, "I'm from the Intelligence Department, Master Graham, your life is in danger tonight!"

One sentence shocked everyone present inexplicably.

Victor reacted the fastest. He looked around and grabbed the person, "Come on, tell me in the tent."

Then he ordered the two guards just now, "Notify everyone to be on the highest level of security, and don't let an outsider in, but be careful not to make too much noise."

"Yes, Lord Victor."

The two guards realized that something important was about to happen, and immediately went to notify their companions.

Victor tightly grabbed the man's arm, and walked into the tent in the middle of the camp with Paul and Ratty.

He stared at the other party: "Tell me, what's going on?" But he still didn't let go.

The man dressed as a servant took a few breaths and said, "My name in the intelligence department is Brandy, and my name here is Mick. It was Lord Cecil who arranged for me to be a servant at Warren's house two years ago. Not only me, but other companions were assigned to other families. Last month, I was notified online to pay close attention to any changes in the target family, especially how they responded to the tax reform policy of the Government Council. But I did not I am not an old man who has served the Warren family for generations, and I have not yet gained the trust of the Warren family, and the information they disclosed to me is very limited, so I have not detected any rumors for the time being."

"However, since the day before yesterday, other servants and I were suddenly given a mission. Dimiter Warren asked us to transport a large number of firelighters—something like sulfur—and place them in the forest in this area."

"Firelighter?" Everyone was shocked, thinking of a terrifying possibility, the place where they are now is full of trees and flowers.

"Yes, they are all things that ignite the fire. And more importantly, not long ago, the Warren family allocated weapons to us, asking us to do things according to the order—no matter what the order was."

"Weapon?" Paul's heart seemed to be grabbed by something.

Don't even think about it, someone is definitely going to attack him.

"Hehe! Hehe!"

Paul laughed back angrily, his arms trembling uncontrollably—of course he was angry.

"Good! Good! They can really do this kind of thing. Seems like I'm optimistic after all."

Victor angrily grabbed Brandi by the collar, "Then why didn't you inform us earlier!"

Brandy had a painful look on his face, "Forgive me for my incompetence, my lord, the servants including me are under strict supervision. If they leave without authorization, they will be killed on the spot. They never care about us servants. Human life. I estimate that when the action is taken, these non-core servants must be used as cannon fodder to rush up and try their best to consume your energy. I can come out now because I just ate my stomach badly and pretended to be lifelike to escape. from."

Of the people in the tent, only Radi didn't have much fluctuation in her expression. She asked calmly: "Since we already know about their plot, how about we act first? Brandy, how many do you think they have?" People involved?"

Paul also asked, "Or how about we run away quietly?"

Brandy said with an ugly face: "There must be more than 500 people ambushing in this forest, and it is said that they have deployed manpower outside the forest to block all intersections. In order to assassinate Graman My lord has spent all his money this time."

Victor quickly concluded that breaking out of the siege was unrealistic. An important reason that just came to mind was that their horses were tied to the horses of several major families.

Radi said decisively to Paul: "Master Graeman~www.mtlnovel.com~ Then prepare your defenses well. If you break through, you don't know what traps they have set up on the road. I believe that the elite guards of the Lord's Mansion can block it." Rebels for a while, and then try to notify people outside as soon as possible."

Paul asked anxiously: "Notify? How to notify? Organize death squads to rush out?"

The green-haired witch waved, and in the next second, something rushed into the tent, no, it flew in, and finally landed on the witch's shoulder.

Paul took a look, and it turned out to be the big parrot raised by Ratty. He said it was a parrot, about the size of an eagle. He had seen the parrot several times before. Did it come with its master when it went hunting this time? Why didn't I realize it all the time.

"Can it... work?"

"I can do it!" said Ratty with absolute certainty.

"But...what if they set fire to the forest?"

"Then let them play with fire!"

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the green-haired witch.

Chapter end

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