"Duke?" Ethran, wearing a work vest made of red leather, frowned and looked at Plain, who was also gray-faced, while wiping away the sweat from his face. "What's wrong with him when he asked me?"

Plain frowned slightly, but he knew that this lady Liehua was so presumptuous in front of the Duke, and that the Duke did not blame him. On the contrary, the Duke seemed to have a high opinion of her, so Plain could only tolerate her. "The Duke did not tell me," Plain replied. He just wanted to leave the city wall as soon as possible, "Ms. Liehua should follow me to meet the Duke quickly."

"I'm not available now!" Ms. Liehua frowned and turned around, making Plain almost cursed, but after hearing Etherland's words, he lowered his face again, "We only have three artillery crossbows left now. If the demon dragon comes back, these three artillery crossbows will be our only chance to defeat it! I must hurry up and debug."

While she spoke, she said a few words to another craftsman, but Plain didn't understand what she was saying. Most of them were mercenary swear words and professional terms that only craftsmen knew. Plain turned to look at the other side of the city wall. The scorching lava made him feel as if he was standing next to a forge. The yellow flames danced on the low wall of the city wall, and at the same time it emitted a stinking smell of sulfur. The thick smoke was blown by the wind and could make people unable to open their eyes.

Plain almost wanted to turn around and leave directly, but he knew the Duke's character. If he didn't take Liehua back, he would definitely be blamed. "Ms. Liehua, you must know that the Duke will not compromise easily." Plain said to Etherland, who was facing his back.

Then Ethran sighed, then shouted to the other dukes surrounding the crossbows: "Hurry up! I will accept it after I come back!"

After saying that, she walked towards Plain, took off the white cardigan around her waist, and put it on and said to Plain, "So please lead the way."

Plain also turned around without hesitation and walked towards the iron gate entering the inner castle, and Ethran followed him, taking out a clean handkerchief to wipe off the ashes on his face. The Duke's study was not far from the exit of the city wall, and they arrived at the door of the study before they walked long.

After Plain knocked on the door, he took Etherland into the room.

Athran found that there were other people in the Duke's study, a white-bearded old man, who looked dressed as a doctor, and was packing a box full of bottles and jars. The Duke was sitting behind his fossil wooden desk, Athran noticed that his face was a little pale.

"Sir Duke, Ms. Liehua brings you here." Plain lowered his head and replied respectfully.

The duke nodded, and the doctor also carried the box and walked out of the door: "Then you go down first and be responsible for supervising the servant's work. If you have any urgent matters, come and report it immediately."

"Yes, sir." After saying that, Plain followed the doctor and left the room, and brought the door with him before leaving.

"What's the situation now?" The Duke leaned forward, his blue and black eyes staring at Ethran coldly.

"Not really," Ethran replied truthfully, "There are only three crossbows left, and most of the walls have been burned red. If the dragon breathes another dragon, it may be wiped out."

The Duke was silent for a few seconds, and then asked again: "So is there any chance of winning?"

"Yes, but not much," Etherland shrugged, her indifferent attitude angering the Duke, "We are stepping up the debugging of the artillery crossbow to kill the dragon in one fell swoop next time."

"Is this possible?" the Duke asked immediately.

"I don't know." Etherland replied truthfully, "After all, there is no time to study and investigate in detail, but based on the attacks we have launched on the Demon Dragon, our crossbow can penetrate its shell."

The Duke rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "It means it's possible, right?"

"That's right." Etherland nodded.

"What if you fail?" The Duke raised his eyes again and looked at Ethran.

"We can only provide one solution," Etherland replied without fear of the Duke's eyes. "After all, we are just craftsmen, and we can only do what we can do now."

The Duke fell silent, and Ethran also felt his eyes become cold. After a moment of silence, the Duke said in a stiff tone: "If you fail, I will hang you."

"If we fail, you will not be able to do it," Etherland replied disapprovingly, "Dragon Breath will burn us to ashes."

The Duke stood up angrily, but the wound on his shoulder made him suck his face unnaturally: "Did you never know how to be afraid?"

"Oh, dear Duke, IMHO," Etherland took a deep breath and whispered, "I saw the dragon, and you now look amiable compared to it."

Madman! All mercenaries are madmen! The Duke was furious and then he punched heavily on the fossil wooden desk and shouted at Ethran: "Go out! Take care of your baby artillery crossbow!"

"As you wish, sir." Ethran turned around and left without any hesitation. After she closed the door, Udolf sat back on the duke's chair. He picked up the bitter wine prepared by the doctor, then frowned and poured the bitter medicinal wine with honey added to the stomach, and then put the cup heavily back on the table.

The Duke gasped, and his brows gradually stretched out. Uneasy, the Duke looked at his hand. He was using his anger to hide his anxiety. He had not shouted like this for many years since he was with Fro. No, he was less willing to make people notice his fear than losing his composure.

Dragon... The Duke tightened his fist and his teeth tightly clenched. In order to deal with the monster, I had burned half of my city. Now another dragon has come. Do you want me to burn the other half of my city?

What should I do? How many troops are there? How many monsters are there in the city that have not been wiped out? The duke rubbed his eyebrows, and the bitter medicinal wine gradually began to work. In addition to the breathing began to relieve a lot, the pain of the shoulder burn was also relieved. According to the doctor, he also added some sweet flowers for analgesics, but the side effect of sweet flowers is that they dozed off.

I don't have time to doze off now. Thinking of this, the Duke forced himself to stand up. But as soon as he stood up, someone immediately knocked on the door.

"Come in." The Duke felt a little sleepy when he spoke at this moment. He shook his head and forced himself to concentrate.

The one who pushed the door was Plain. Without asking Duke Udolf to ask him what was wrong, he shouted in horror: "Great, sir! No! A bunch of mobs are rushing towards the inner castle!"

After hearing Plain's words, Udolph suddenly lost all sleepiness. He looked grim and immediately ordered: "Go and assemble the guards immediately and block the city gate!"

"But sir! The city gate has collapsed!" Plain shouted in despair.

Duke Udolf also recalled that when he rode a horse into the inner castle, the city gate seemed to have collapsed due to Dragon Breath. The inner castle can be said to have opened its doors. "Then build a temporary roadblock immediately!" The duke raised his voice and wanted to dispel his sleepiness. "Use a chair! Use a table! Use a horse corpse! Go immediately!"

"Yes, yes, sir!" Plain quickly turned around and left, but was immediately stopped by the Duke again.

"Wait a moment!"

"Are there any instructions, sir?"

"Call the servants to put on my armor." After Duke Udolf frowned, he waved his hand and asked him to retreat.

After Plain left the study, the Duke immediately began to rub his eyes. He shook his head and began to regret that the doctor asked him if he wanted to add a sweet flower to the bitter medicinal wine to relieve pain. "The gods are above," the Duke stood up straight with his body, then took a deep breath, and continued to walk forward.

"Damn it. Isn't there any mercenary reliable?"

While shaking his head to dispel his sleepiness, he walked towards the door of the study.

...

The mobs were almost dispersed by the Ghost Sword Brigade at first, but in the end they miraculously forced the female mercenaries to retreat.

"Because we are the righteous men, even the cruel snake god is moved by us! It is He who blessed me! He who betrayed the name of God can't bear to watch our duke fall down anymore! So He dismissed those cruel female demons! He made way for our justice!" The old priest who was carried on the temporary wooden sedan chair flew with saliva. He could only raise one hand, because his other shoulder was shot by the ghost sword brigade, "We will burn that witch to death! Kill the devil's illegitimate son!"

"Burn the witch to death!!!"

"Burn the devil's illegitimate son to death!!!"

The mobs gathered next to the old pastor in the sedan chair, shouting loudly with his shouts, and they were filled with a growing number of refugees, or local residents of Golden Falls, joined them - the majority of them were ragged and fed, holding the crying children, yelling like angry beasts.

The gathered crowd passed through the line of defense and walked towards the inner castle in a mighty way. The streets were filled with their people, many holding torches, while more holding other things: pitchforks, short axes, wooden sticks, and many wielding daggers.

The line guards actually saw them from afar, but their number was not as large as that of the mob. Even if they came forward, they were only swallowed by the furious crowd, so they only dared to watch from afar or escape back to report the news.

"Burn the witch to death!!!"

"Burn the devil's illegitimate son to death!!!"

"Duke! Our beloved Duke! He is the lord who loves his people in all directions! But! But he is fascinated by the devil! He gave his daughter to it!" The old priest blushed, and his eyes were filled with crazy fire. "And what about his daughter?! She is born a disaster! Oh! I still remember Mrs. Fro! She is so pious and kind! But she was taken away by that witch! The Duke has become cruel since then! You all think about it! How did the spring in the Golden Waterfall disappear!"

"Burn the witch to death!!!"

"Burn the devil's illegitimate son to death!!!"

"Protect our Golden Waterfall City! Only by severely punishing evil can we calm God's wrath!" The old pastor wanted to stand up, but he broke his leg when he rolled down the pile of wooden boxes in the middle.

"Silence God's wrath!!!"

"Burn the witch to death!!!"

"Silence God's wrath!!!"

"Burn the witch to death!!!"

The roars of the raised torches, weapons, men, women, old men, and young men were intertwined, and the cry of children accompanied them, dense footsteps like rain, dull breathing, wailing, and praying, this team like anger rushed towards the inner castle.

...

"Oh! Gods are above! They are here!"

The guards who built roadblocks at the gate shouted in despair. His voice made the guards who were carrying wooden chairs, wooden tables or wooden cabinets panic and speeded up. Then his wailing made everyone hold the weapon in horror: "It's the cavalry! It's the cavalry! The gods are above! The mobs have cavalry!"

"Damn it! Let them die!" a guard shouted, his face flushed, obviously drinking strong wine for courage, "shoot through them with a crossbow!"

"Fight with them!" another younger guard shouted, "For the sake of Golden Falls!"

"Everything is for me to calm down!" The roar of an older guard calmed down the other guards. He climbed up the barricade and went to the outside to visit, while being careful to see if there was lava dripping above his head. As a result, he did see the person rushing over his horse, but it was not a mob riding.

"Mr. Fujie?!" The old guard recognized the fat man riding on the horse.

"What are you doing?!" Lord Fujie immediately asked sternly after seeing the roadblock. As he spoke, he turned around and immediately saw the crowd holding torches walking out of the sluice area and starting to walk towards the inner castle. He could even vaguely hear their shouts.

The old guard shouted to Lord Fujie at the top of his voice: "Report to Lord! Because the city gate collapsed! Lord Duke ordered us to build roadblocks here!"

"So?" Lord Fujie immediately turned over and dismounted. The old guard rushed forward to support him, but was pushed away. The fat man's strength surprised him. "I brought a hundred guards from Linle Town! They all have war horses! How many of those mobs are there?!" Asked Lord Fujie, he walked to the front of the roadblock.

"Sir, I don't know, we don't have any extra people to inquire! But I'm afraid that your 100 guards will not be able to stop it! Even the female mercenary group was dispersed by these mobs!" The old guard said anxiously as he looked at the mobs getting closer and closer.

"Oh?!" Lord Fujie obviously did not expect that his little eyes turned rapidly, then turned around and shouted to his confidant behind him: "Fifty people dismounted and went to the inner castle with me, and the remaining fifty people took their horses to hide away! Don't be snatched away by the mob! Go and meet with the army assembled by Captain Pavreguard immediately! Tell them the situation here and let them come quickly to support!"

"Yes, sir!" After saying that, the confidant immediately turned over and took Lord Fujie's war horse and turned away. The other fifty guards also flipped off the horse's back without saying a word.

While squeezing his fat body and climbing through the roadblock with difficulty, Lord Fujie asked the old guard beside him: "How many people do you have?"

"Less than a hundred, sir!" the old guard replied with a bitter face, "Most of the people were gone out to deal with the monsters by the Duke. Those who stayed were too old or too young! At this moment, most of them gathered in the inner court, while the rest guarded the Duke and servants in the castle."

"Where are the weapons? Where are the arrows?" Lord Fujie asked while jumping off the roadblock.

"I took out a lot of old things from the armory. The crossbow was barely enough for half of the people to take it. Each of them took twenty crossbows first, and many of them were piled in the stable. There were quite a few bows, but these little kids had never practiced bows much. If they asked them to take the bow, they might shoot us to death." The old guard replied while spitting.

"Everyone I bring can use a bow, take them to get the bow and load the arrow!" Lord Fujie said to the old guard, who nodded repeatedly to agree.

Lord Fujie took a step forward and continued to walk into the inner courtyard. He saw an elderly or tender face, and his expression became gloomy. He was not sure if he could defend it with these guys. Although Lord Fujie had heard that the Demon Dragon had a big attack in the inner castle, he was still panicked when he approached. The city walls melted, the city gate collapsed, and the inner castle's defense almost collapsed.

But at this moment, the mobs who were so desperate were starting to do anything! Lord Fujie had already begun to think about a way out. If these people could not stand it, they could only find a way to escape with Lord Duke and his precious daughter, but if the escape route was planned...

At this time, Lord Fujie bumped into someone, but the size of the man was too big and he was knocked to the ground. Lord Fujie frowned and raised his head to the point of attack, but found that the person he knocked to the ground was Plain, the head of the inner castle.

"Oh, Lord Fujie! Why are you here?!" Plain, who was knocked to the ground, not only showed no sign of anger, but instead shouted happily.

"Oh, of course, I'm here to protect our Duke loyally." Lord Fujie replied with a laugh, as if he didn't care about the mob that gathered outside the city wall.

Seeing him, Plain's eyes lit up and he asked anxiously: "How many people did Lord Fujie bring?"

"Not much, no, no," Mr. Fujie continued to walk forward. He smiled and said, "but it is more than enough to deal with these gangs of rioters."

After hearing his words, Plain showed a look of joy, but he then became suspicious again. He frowned and said worriedly: "But Lord Fujie...there seems to be a large number of these mobs."

"Oh? Mr. Plain knows their number?" Lord Foger asked quickly.

"No, I don't know the exact number of people, but I know there are at least four or five hundred people." Plain replied while wiping off the sweat from his forehead. This number was told by the craftsman who repaired the crossbow on the city wall.

"So where is the Duke?" Lord Fujie also put away the smile on his face and turned into a serious expression. "Take me to see him immediately!"

Seeing Lord Fujie's expression, Plain naturally knew that his words just now were false. He couldn't help but feel a little angry, but on the surface he still lowered his head respectfully and said, "Please come here."
Chapter completed!