The Lord Of Blood Hill

Chapter 631: Sit Down

Two days later, envoys from the Western Federation invite Henwell to a meeting.The Western Federation no longer sends the two previous legion commanders as representatives. This time, it sends two high-ranking administrators.

The representative of the Holy Spirit Church is Graham, lord of Guardian City, a trusted confidant of the archbishop.

The Empire's envoy is Leopold, lord of Lake Wheat City.

Henwell is familiar with both men. He has dealt with the former many times, and the latter once tried to recruit him when he was in Lake Wheat City.

When they see Henwell, the Western Federation's attitude remains as lofty as ever.

Unlike Ika's respectful treatment back then, they neither rise to greet him nor dismiss their subordinates.

Leopold, lord of Lake Wheat City, is as arrogant as ever. He glances at Henwell and says, "Henwell, next you will send weapons and equipment to western Lumir."

"We will inform you of the exact amount later, but it will not be less than enough to arm five legions."

"Prepare in advance. Do not delay the Western Federation's important affairs."

"Also, mobilize ten million gold coins as soon as possible. We have great use for it."

"And I hear Peace Haven is skilled at building fortresses. Transfer the craftsmen from your territory here. For the next while, they will be building a defensive line in western Lumir."

Henwell shows a pleasant smile. "Of course. Five legions' worth of weapons and equipment, calculated by a high standard, should be thirteen million gold coins."

"As for ten million gold coins, I can gather that as well. Since I am a Paladin of the Church, I will give you a discount and charge only thirty percent interest."

"As for fortress construction, I am afraid that will have to wait. My engineering teams are currently building defensive lines for the three countries."

"Judging by western Lumir's requirements, many fortresses will have to be built, coming to around twenty million gold coins."

"Since this is not a small business, I can offer another small discount."

"Do you want the ten million gold coins in cash, or converted into weapons and equipment?"

"Also, what collateral will the Western Federation provide for this loan?"

Hearing this, Leopold's eyes widen. "Are you joking? You are asking us for money?"

Henwell looks at him in confusion. "Should I not? Are you not here to buy things?"

Leopold says, "We will not pay you. This is something you should do to prove your allegiance to the Western Federation."

Henwell's smile disappears. "Am I your father? Why should I give it to you for free?"

"How dare you!"

"Insolent!"

The guards draw their weapons one after another, and both city lords draw their longswords.

Henwell crosses his hands over the hilts of the two swords at his waist. "Want a fight? Believe me, all of you will die here today."

"Arrogant!"

Fighting spirit bursts from Leopold, and he charges at Henwell with his sword.

Blood-red flame erupts around Henwell, and the Chains of Civilization instantly lock onto everyone present.

Leopold, who is charging straight at him, feels his fighting spirit slow inside his body, as if a boulder has pressed down on him.

His charging speed visibly drops. Henwell draws both swords and forces Leopold back several steps with a cross slash.

Before Leopold can react, Henwell raises his leg and chops downward, roaring, "Sit down!"

Blood energy surges like a dragon, cleaving open the floor and crashing into Leopold, pressing him hard back into his seat.

The force is so great that the chair beneath him explodes into fragments, and Leopold himself nearly squats onto the ground.

Henwell's leg passes through Leopold like a giant blade.

It leaves a trench dozens of meters long in the floor and even splits open a gap in the building.

Henwell points Dawn at Graham, who is about to step forward. "City lord, do not make this hard for me."

"You are a Heroic Knight and powerful on the battlefield, but in a duel, you are no match for me."

Graham stops in place. Now that Henwell has made his move, Graham understands that he is no match for him.

Now Henwell has given him a way down. If he refuses to take it, then he is asking to be beaten.

"Henwell, calm down. Are we not making ourselves a joke? Leopold did not mean it that way. Hear us out first."

At that moment, several huge blood-red fireworks suddenly rise outside, and the entire Holy Lake City can see the blood-red personal crest.

The Lord Iron Guards outside discover fighting inside and immediately send a distress signal.

Before anyone can understand what happened, the walls of Henwell's residence explode apart, and fully armed Lord Iron Guards charge out on horseback.

Once they form up briefly at the gate, the deputy captain shouts, "Support the lord! Kill anyone who blocks the way!"

Then, four riders to a row, they level their war spears and begin accelerating into a charge.

With that posture, who would dare block them?

When the Lord Iron Guards roar out and head toward the Western Federation delegation's residence, every side stirs with excitement. They gather their guards one after another and hurry over to watch the show.

At this moment, the ones with the biggest headache are Holy Lake City's guard troops.

On receiving the news, Obilian immediately mobilizes the guard army and personally rushes toward the scene without stopping.

When everyone arrives one after another, they discover that the Lord Iron Guards have not attacked.

Instead, they have stopped roughly a hundred meters from the residence. The war spears in their hands have also been changed to a kind of patterned all-metal spear.

By now, many people know this spear is called Heart-Piercing Lotus, an extremely vicious one-use extraordinary weapon.

Then, through the residence split in two, they see Henwell standing at a distance with two swords in hand, facing off against the Western Federation professionals.

The first high official from Holy Lake City to arrive is Clifford, the kingdom grand marshal and the new king's trusted minister.

Before his horse even stops, the Grand Marshal jumps down.

The momentum sends the not-very-strong Grand Marshal rolling across the ground.

Clifford cannot care about that. He scrambles up and runs into the residence.

At the gate, he meets Wizet, who is confronting the Western Regions guards. Clifford rushes between the two sides. "It is all a misunderstanding! It must be a misunderstanding! Everyone calm down first!"

Seeing both sides brimming with killing intent and showing no intention of backing down, Clifford grabs Wizet's cloak. "Wizet, take your men back first. We cannot let this turn into a fight."

"Others may not know, but surely you do."

"Your lord does not need your protection at all. If real danger appears, he will be the one telling you to leave first."

"If you stay here now, you will not help your lord at all. You will only become a burden to him."

Wizet looks at him, then steps back, takes out a pocket watch, and says, "Ten minutes."

"If no news of our lord comes out in ten minutes, we will declare that war has begun."

Clifford hurriedly nods. "Do not worry. I will go in and see what happened right now."

"Trust me."

"There must be some misunderstanding."

"Henwell is a Paladin of the Church. The Western Federation will not harm him, so there must be a misunderstanding."

"Everyone, calm down."