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Chapter 314 Brancard

"What is he doing?"

"The guests went to the slaughterhouse and are playing with Stanford..."

The mayor kept a close eye on Barbaras's movements, and wherever Barbaras went, someone would report his whereabouts immediately... "Stanford?"

"Stanford is the cook's dog. He's amazing! Don't let his young age fool you; he can fight a bear... I think he's a hunting dog... It's a shame to keep him on a leash..."

The young servant exclaimed excitedly, and the mayor's previously calm expression immediately turned serious. "When you're working, straighten your attitude, Blancard. You're just a lowly servant. If it weren't for me, you'd be feeding the wolves in Silverpine Forest by now! All you need to do is report the information you receive. That's the only purpose I keep you bunch of good-for-nothings around. You're just a dog, understand? Even less than a dog! You're just trash... Watch your tone when I speak!"

"Yes, Mayor."

The servant lowered his head; his strong arms could not change the fact that he was now a servant.

He was the only male survivor in his family. He had fled all the way from the undead city of Stratholme in the north to Hillsbrad Foothills, and the only place he could find refuge was this dangerous human town.

Apart from Scarlet Monastery near Lordaeron, the refugees really don't have many options.

They were penniless and destitute.

As long as they can survive, refugees are willing to pay any price for food. Don't be fooled by the beautiful environment and abundant resources around Hillsbrad Foothills; everything there belongs to its owners, even in times of chaos, to lords or landowners.

If not, sorry, as long as you have enough military power, you can declare the occupation of the weak's territory at any time. That is the law of the nobility.

The mayor's militia is primarily responsible for suppressing any enemies who attempt to seize Hillsbrad Farm.

Including bandits or refugees, and wild animals...

Brancard bit his lip and asked the mayor timidly, "Mayor, your nephew, Captain Seed, is outside saying he wants to see you. He's been waiting for ten minutes. But you said no one can enter without your order..."

"He's the Sheriff of Hillsbrad, you should call him Lord Seid! Do you hear me? Let that fool wait... How's the dinner preparation?"

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"Major William said he has military duties to attend to and may arrive a little late... His Highness Prince Garin has agreed to grace us with his presence... However, there has been no response from the Kirin Tor..."

"What? You didn't send anyone to invite the venerable mages? Then who is Master Barbaras performing for at this banquet? Fool, go find Master Bellamour, she's in charge. Don't bother with the mages at the asylum, I only want Master Yuvel to attend. Did you deliver my gift?"

The mayor slammed his fist on the table in anger; he seemed very displeased with his servant, Brancard...

In fact, he regarded Brancard as his disciple... because this seemingly ordinary young man had amazing arm strength and could swing a hundred-pound iron hammer, making him the perfect material to become a paladin.

He refused to let the man join his guard, nor to make him a member of the militia, nor to allow him to escape his sight. Instead, he made him his attendant, as a sign of favor and great kindness.

"Blancard! I'll say it again, not just anyone has the chance to be my servant. If you don't value it, then get out... and join that Stanford!"

The mayor roared, "Can't you even handle this little thing? Is this big guy like you just a glutton? I told you to deliver the wand, did you deliver it?"

The servant lowered his head even further, his eyes lifeless, and forced a defense: "Master Bellamour refuses to see someone as insignificant as me. I've already presented your gift, but the Master hasn't responded... So I went to find Master Yuvel, and his servant replied that Master Yuvel would be attending the banquet with special guests..."

"Won't you wait for her answer before coming back?"

The mayor stood up and slapped him across the face, leaving a red handprint. Brancard didn't dare look up and remained silent. "Not bad, at least you notified a few key personnel. Get out of here and get me a response, or don't come back..."

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"Saide, come in!"

The mayor dismissed his young servant, Brancard. He seemed to relish the pleasure of wantonly humiliating others; he only revealed his true nature in front of Brancard, a disciple he respected.

In Bonn's view, this was a preferential treatment for his disciples and close associates.

This is a reward from him...

Ordinary people don't receive such treatment. Outside of town, many starve to death, are killed by wild animals, murdered by bandits, or mysteriously disappear. There are also many who have contracted the plague and have no cure... The town of Hillsbrad is well-fed and clothed, and looks quite decent. Isn't that all thanks to the mayor himself?

Mayor Boone proudly proclaimed himself a savior, an invited member of the Alliance, and able to move freely among the mages of Dalaran and the nobles of Stormwind. What else could this be but a status?

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"Uncle, uncle, someone beat me up! You have to stand up for me!"

"Oh? You're still alive... Isn't that great? You idiot, I told you not to get involved in the Kirin Tor affairs, or the affairs of the sorcerer lord. Did you, a mere mortal, dare to meddle? You're lucky you're still alive!"

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"No...no, Uncle, I wasn't beaten by the mage...I was beaten with a stick by a traitor, a weirdo from the monster world. Look how powerful he is, he must be up to something. What kind of bard is that? Poets are civilized people..."

The militia captain, Said, and the mayor, Born & Said, share the same surname. Nobody knows their exact relationship, and nobody mentions Said's real name... All you need to remember is that he's the mayor's foolish nephew.

"Poets are human too. And this man isn't just a bard; he's a magician. His magical power is only high, not low. Stop making a scene and get out..."

The mayor, unlike his manic demeanor in front of his disciple Brancard, calmly sipped his mysterious oriental tea...

This drink was originally sent by Archmage Atarik in Ambermill. Now, the human Archmage Atarik, dispatched by the Violet Council, is dead, and Ambermill has become undead territory. The primary objective of the human alliance right now is to unite several forces...

Reclaim Ambermill once more, and set your sights on Undercity!

"No, Uncle, I've discovered something's wrong with this guy, a big problem. I'm going to report him... He must be here for the shelter's secrets. I saw him sneaking around, observing the shelter. He's definitely a spy..."

"Oh?"

The mayor knew all about Rowling's whereabouts. His nephew's words made him suspicious, but mostly furious... He kicked his nephew over and yelled, "Speaking of which, I told you not to get involved in this, but you wouldn't listen. I'm going to teach you a lesson on behalf of your father, so you don't die a horrible death and disgrace the honor of the Saide family!"

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