The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1659 468: Luring the Enemy Into the Trap (Part 2)

Thelon shuddered, thinking it was a servant coming, but didn't expect a mere underling to dare mock him. He turned his bulky body with a roar.

"Who's there!"

He turned around but didn't see anyone. Before he could realize what had happened, a breeze blew by his side.

Suddenly, with a "thud," Thelon was startled into a cold sweat, his drunken stupor flushing out with it.

He nervously turned his head back, only to see a wine bottle placed on his table. A middle-aged man in leather armor leaned on the table with his arm and sat down opposite him.

"Thelon Gard, Earl of Sparrow Wood Territory, it seems you've had an unpleasant evening." The voice was hoarse and steady, without any emotion. "Since no one is accompanying you, why don't I join you for a drink?"

"Who... who are you?!" Thelon stared fearfully at the stranger before him, forcing himself to suppress his fear and the urge to flee, as he demanded in a fierce tone.

Meanwhile, his beady eyes moved quickly, like a moth flickering under the lights, memorizing the man's appearance.

The man was of medium stature, wearing inconspicuous and worn leather armor. His face had a faint scar running from the corner of his eyebrow to his cheek, like a venomous snake lurking in the undergrowth.

This sort of person could never be of noble status!

But what eased Thelon's anxiety was that he also didn't resemble anyone from the Judicial Court!

"Grega, the name of my mercenary group is Raging Wrath..." The man revealed, his tone gentle and even polite, answering Thelon's question.

That name was certainly intimidating.

Yet it seemed like something concocted by a bunch of uneducated individuals.

Thelon's eyes squinted, staring directly at him.

"Mercenaries? This place is a banquet for distinguished guests. How could mercenaries be here?"

"Allow me to correct you; this is a victory celebration banquet. Any victor is entitled to be here, at least that's what the Baron said."

Facing the wary Thelon, the man claiming to be Grega smiled broadly, his hands clasped at his nose as if in prayer.

"As for why I'm here... while you, esteemed Earl, were praying in the church, my brothers and I stood on the city walls, resisting the waves of Chaos."

This seemed like a valid reason.

Thelon's vigilance relaxed a bit, but the enmity in his eyes did not dissipate.

Just a mere commoner, daring to sit at the same table with him!

These people are truly becoming more and more audacious!

If he could, he swore he would have flipped this stone table by now!

"Do you have business?" Watching Grega pour himself a drink, Thelon raised his chin slightly, taking a high and mighty tone.

"Of course, I'm here to discuss business with you."

"Ha, then you've picked the wrong person," Thelon sneered, "I don't deal with commoners. You should go to my steward."

"On the contrary, my lord Earl, this business can only be discussed with you," Grega crossed his arms on the table, calmly gazing at Thelon, "Let's be frank here; I can help you reclaim your territory... and your dignity."

Thelon was initially taken aback, then burst into exaggerated laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke, attempting to regain the long-lost face.

"With you? A mercenary? Do you know how many lunatics are stationed there? A hundred thousand! And there were this many months ago! Not to mention how even the Sword Saint has joined them in madness; can you alone defeat the Sword Saint?"

"The Sword Saint won't stay there forever, nor will he raise his sword against enemies beyond Chaos for them. As for the hundred thousand, they are merely a motley crew, especially now as they've left the nest. Their main forces are outside the city, the inside is surely empty."

Grega responded calmly, his voice clear and structured, seemingly unfazed by the Earl's mockery.

After a pause, he continued.

"...Moreover, we never fight unprepared. The fact we've found you indicates we're confident of a brilliant victory."

"Are you serious?"

Thelon stared at Grega, trying to spot any trace of exaggeration on his face, but he only saw an unfathomable calmness.

Truth be told, he was somewhat tempted.

As this mercenary leader stated, the Salvation Army and their Holy Daughter are outside Twilight City awaiting a reward, still far from Sparrow Wood Territory!

If these mercenaries are as formidable as they claim, maybe they truly could help him reclaim Sparrow Wood Castle!

But Thelon was still undecided.

Who could guarantee these people weren't here to cheat his money?

Right now, in all of Thunder City, the plumpest sheep are these nobles who have left their territories. They do not have a single battle-ready knight, yet they have plenty of money.

Grega caught every flash of hesitance and greed in Thelon's eyes, his lips curling into a barely noticeable smile.

Even a fool could guess what the esteemed Earl fears: being conned, paying with no results.

He had to admit, such fears were unnecessary.

Con artists might deceive for money.

They would take people wholesale.

"I understand your concerns. I know you're now penniless, and... have no reason to trust mysterious strangers like us."