Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

Chapter 289: Chapter Two Hundred And Eighty Eight

Lord Ryde turned his eyes back to the window, thinking about his daughter locked in a cell.

"But she doesn’t even care," Lord Ryde said. His voice was dripping with contempt. "Isabel only cares about expensive dresses and stealing a man who does not want her, a man who would soon be dead. She cares nothing for the survival of this family."

He shook his head slowly.

"Now she has caused this problem because of her stupidity," Lord Ryde stated coldly. "I told her to drop it. I specifically ordered her to let the matter go. And now, she awaits a royal trial. She will be questioned by the royal court."

Lord Ryde looked back at the guard. He spread his empty hands out to his sides.

"Where does this leave me?" Lord Ryde asked.

The guard remained frozen on the floor. He did not know what to say. He was just a soldier. He did not know how to comfort a noble. He did not know if the Earl actually wanted him to answer the rhetorical question, or if he should just remain silent.

The guard swallowed hard and chose to stay quiet. He kept his head bowed, staring at the muddy footprints he had made on the rug.

Lord Ryde did not care about the guard’s silence. He had already made his decision. It was a ruthless, cold-blooded decision. He was a man who valued power over his own blood.

"Leave her there," Lord Ryde spoke firmly.

The guard’s eyes widened slightly in shock. He looked up at the Earl.

"Leave her?" the guard thought, surprised. "Leave his own daughter in the cold dungeon?"

Lord Ryde nodded his head once. His face was devoid of any fatherly love.

"I will settle her issue after I am done," Lord Ryde commanded. "I cannot afford to show weakness to the King right now by begging for a criminal’s release. I cannot draw attention to my actions. She will have to wait in the dark until our real plan is finished."

Lord Ryde turned back to his desk.

He opened a small drawer and pulled out a plain brown envelope. It was sealed with dark wax, but it did not bear the Ryde family crest. It was unmarked to ensure absolute secrecy.

Lord Ryde walked over to the kneeling guard. He held the envelope out.

"Take this," Lord Ryde ordered.

The guard quickly stood up from his knee. He wiped his hands on his armor and took the envelope carefully from the Earl’s hand.

"Give this to my brother," Lord Ryde instructed clearly. His eyes locked onto the guard to ensure the message was understood.

"Yes, my lord," the guard replied firmly, holding the letter tight.

"And give him a verbal message," Lord Ryde added. He lowered his voice into a quiet, serious whisper. "Tell him exactly this: Duke Collin and I have done our part. The rest is up to you."

The guard repeated the words in his mind to memorize them perfectly. Duke Collin and I have done our part, the rest is up to you.

"I understand, my lord," the guard bowed deeply.

"Go," Lord Ryde dismissed him with a quick wave of his hand.

The guard quickly turned around. He walked out of the study, his metal boots clanking loudly as he marched down the quiet, carpeted hallway of the estate.

He walked out of the back doors of the mansion and went straight into the pouring rain. He did not ride the horse himself. He knew he was needed to guard the estate. He ran toward a small wooden building near the stables.

He found a courier sitting inside, trying to stay warm near a small fire.

"You," the guard said, tossing a small bag of silver coins to the courier. "I have an urgent delivery."

The courier caught the coins. He stood up quickly and nodded. "Where to, sir?"

The guard handed the brown envelope to the courier. He leaned in close and whispered the exact address of Lord Ryde’s brother’s estate, which was located on the opposite side of the capital city.

"Deliver this letter," the guard ordered strictly. "And you must tell the guard at the gate this exact message: Duke Collin and I have done our part, the rest is up to you. Do you understand?"

"Duke Collin and I have done our part, the rest is up to you," the courier repeated smoothly. "I understand perfectly."

The courier quickly wrapped a thick leather cloak around his shoulders. He pulled the hood up to protect his face from the brutal rain. He tucked the brown envelope deep inside his inner pocket to keep the paper dry.

He mounted a fast, strong brown horse, and rode out of the gates.

It took exactly one hour of hard riding through the freezing storm to get to the capital city.

Finally, the courier arrived at a dark iron gate. The gate belonged to a very large, heavily guarded estate hidden behind tall stone walls.

The courier pulled the reins, bringing his exhausted, panting horse to a stop.

He jumped down from the saddle. His boots sank deep into the mud. He walked up to the iron gate. He raised his fist and knocked heavily on the metal bars.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

A few seconds later, a small window in the stone wall slid open. A pair of sharp, suspicious eyes looked out into the rain.

"Who are you?" a gruff voice demanded from the other side. "And what is your purpose here in the middle of a storm?"

The courier shivered from the freezing cold. He reached into his wet cloak and pulled out the dry brown envelope. He held it up to the small window.

"I am a courier," the man shouted loudly to be heard over the crashing thunder. "I am here to deliver a letter and a message for your master!"

The guard behind the wall looked at the unmarked envelope. "What is the message?"

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