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Chapter 389: Chapter 137: Home Stolen?

「That night, in Oslan County.」

Count Sriphine inspected his domain and returned to his manor.

Although his domain was in a state of vigorous development, Count Sriphine couldn’t bring himself to be happy.

The reason was the idea Viscount Max had given him. Since Robson was making a move in southern Auric, Sriphine was to make his own move against Ador Province.

The idea was good, but reality was cruel.

Strictly speaking, there was nothing majorly wrong with the plan devised by Count Sriphine and Viscount Max. The only problem was whether it could actually be executed.

Count Sriphine was now stuck on that very step.

Beating Earl Uman into submission would indeed have a deterrent effect, forcing the nobles of Ador Province to follow his lead.

But what if he couldn’t be beaten into submission?

Ever since Count Sriphine had dispatched his troops, Earl Uman had received the news and immediately turtled up his entire domain, even abandoning his land development projects.

What Count Sriphine hadn’t expected was that Earl Uman didn’t just turtle up—he was a turtle with spikes.

After gathering all his subjects into the city, Earl Uman was freed from his worries. He and Bo Yang flanked Count Sriphine, constantly causing trouble for him in Oslan County.

"Lord."

"Patriarch..."

"My lord! Earl! It’s terrible! Something terrible has happened!"

Count Sriphine had only taken a few steps before rushing back to his castle, wanting to discuss the next steps with Max.

Unexpectedly, just as he reached the castle, Max himself burst out, clutching something in his hand and rushing toward Sriphine with a look of pure panic.

"What is it? Why the panic?" Count Sriphine asked with a frown.

Although Max was an illegitimate son, he was still from a great noble house and possessed all the requisite decorum.

’What on earth could make Max lose his composure like this?’

"Sigh! Let’s go inside and talk!"

Viscount Max sighed.

...

"What in the world happened? Is there some problem on the Marshal’s end?" Count Sriphine asked, confused.

"It’s not the Marshal who’s in trouble... we are! We’re in big trouble!" Viscount Max lamented.

Sweat beading on his forehead, Viscount Max handed the three letters in his hand to Count Sriphine.

Count Sriphine gave Viscount Max a strange look, then took the letters and began to read.

"This... What is all this?

"Blaming me? That’s not what I meant! It’s over! It’s completely over!"

Staring at the letters in his hand, Count Sriphine’s eyes went wide. Astonishment and fear filled his face, and even his hands began to tremble.

The three letters came from three separate noble councils: the Vidom County Noble Council, the Chris County Noble Council, and the Vidolan County Noble Council.

Without exception, the messages within were scathing condemnations of Count Sriphine, accusing him of watching them die without offering aid. They also stated that they had joined the Military Commission centered around Lord Robson.

’These are letters from the Noble Councils! They carry legal weight!’

The fact that these three letters were written and stamped already proved the matter was set in stone.

Now that the three southern counties of Auric had joined the Military Commission, given the nature of the Commission, one could basically say they belonged to Robson now.

When Earl Uman first joined the Military Commission, Count Sriphine had already felt that something was wrong. He just never imagined that Robson could be so fast!

"Earl, what do we do now?" Viscount Max asked anxiously.

If anyone was panicking, it was Viscount Max.

After all, he had been the one to propose the base-race strategy. Now, their base had been completely taken by the enemy while he hadn’t even managed to land a scratch. He would definitely have to take the blame for this.

"All three counties have surrendered... First, send a message to the nobles of Gwen County. Tell them not to be deceived by Robson!

"This matter is too important. It must be reported to the Marshal!"

"Right! Yes, report it to the Marshal!"

As he spoke, Count Sriphine immediately ran toward the castle’s attic, with Viscount Max close behind.

Count Sriphine rummaged through a pile of clutter. After a clatter of objects being moved, he opened a hidden compartment in the floor and took out a box.

Opening the box revealed a mirror that emanated a black aura.

"This... This is...!"

Gazing at the mirror, Viscount Max’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard.

Count Sriphine nodded.

"When I left, those people gave this to me. They told me to use this mirror to report to the Marshal in case of an emergency..." Count Sriphine said.

Looking at this ancient bronze mirror radiating a black aura, even a three-year-old child would know it was nothing good.

To be honest, if the situation weren’t so critical, Count Sriphine would never have touched this mirror. Even back in Uman City, he hadn’t considered using it.

After all, the original owners of this mirror were just... too... bizarre.

But he had no choice. The current situation was simply too urgent!

Count Sriphine had no experience with high-level political maneuvering, but that didn’t mean no one in the military merit faction did.

Before he set out, people had constantly told him about the importance of the expedition to Auric Province—how it was the military merit faction’s first time establishing a benchmark, their grand future plans, and so on.

Now, beyond the pass, while it wasn’t a total failure, he had still failed about eighty or ninety percent of the way.

Half of Auric Province had been snatched away by someone else!

And Ador Province, which was supposed to be a diversion, would probably bend the knee in a heartbeat once they heard what happened in Auric.

When Sriphine was a Viscount, he had been part of the northern faction. He couldn’t believe that with Uman already surrendered, those guys could still turn the tables.

Count Sriphine placed the mirror on the table. He took out several items from a long-unopened, dusty chest and arranged them around the mirror. Then, he took out a sheet of Magic Letter Paper and wrote down the entire situation in Auric Province.

After doing all this, Count Sriphine placed the Magic Letter Paper, along with the letters from the three southern counties, together on the black mirror.

Max swallowed, watching Count Sriphine’s actions. The reason Max had left Marshal Grantham in the first place was to get away from that group of evil Mages.

Count Sriphine looked at the black surface of the mirror. It reflected his face, and he could even see the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Suppressing his wildly beating heart, Count Sriphine forced himself to calm down. He began to chant an ancient spell—the very spell that was the reason he was so afraid to use this mirror.

The incantation was filled with far too many names of the Evil God.

"Great—Vidahill."

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