Chapter 1562 - Everything Might Be Different Once You’re Awake

Chapter 1562: Everything Might Be Different Once You're Awake

"Is it that good?"

"Such exciting performances are hard to come by."

"Gasp! The chiefs of the various tribes were dancing around on the conferring ceremony all because of…"

The orcs sitting on the ordinary seats were all shocked by the scene. They would only be able to witness a scene like this once in 100 years, so they all could not help but tiptoe and crane their necks to watch the show.

Is there a need for such a reaction by coupling his dish and my wine? Hannah stroked her chin curiously as she stood amidst the crowd. So which is better, his dish, or my wine?

As the Goddess of Wine, she naturally would have her pride.

However, as she watched the nobles perform, she started to become curious about Mag.

Hannah had always thought that Mag was a very good spy since he was chosen by the organization to do such an important mission. However, he turned out to be a chef, and a very good one at that.

When this is over, I must get him to cook up a good meal for me. If it's really that good, then, even if I don't really want to, I'll… hmph, he must really count his lucky stars… Hannah stomped her feet shyly, and started blushing because of her thoughts.

***

An orc with a straw hat rushed into a small alley outside the city. He looked at Durward, who lay crouching on the city wall, and said, "Lord Durward, there are people guarding every exit, and more than 10 of our men have already been caught. What should we do now?"

Durward turned his head to ask that orc, "How many of our men have managed to sneak in?"

"A little more than 50, including those who lay in ambush inside last night."

"That's too few." Durward frowned. Last night, they wreaked havoc in the inner city, and ended up caught in Gary's trap. Luckily, a group of mysterious people came to their rescue. Not only did they manage to escape unscathed, but even the orcs that were imprisoned because of the former chief were also released.

However, in order to escape arrest, most of them had fled from the inner city.

In the end, Gary managed to fix the city wall within a night, and even deployed more army to watch the gates.

Today was Gary's conferring ceremony and also the day Young Master Ferdinand would be executed.

If they didn't do something today, once Young Master Ferdinand was executed, it would be even harder to pull Gary down.

"We'll move in batches. Infiltrate the inner city at any cost. We must get more of our men into the inner city before the conferring ceremony starts," Durward said solemnly.

"Yes," the orc answered and left.

"Durward, you guys want to get in, right?" Just then, a deep voice sounded from the alley.

"Who is it!" Durward looked towards the alley. A glow was already starting to form at the tip of his magic caster's staff.

The young orc also pulled out his longsword nervously as he looked back at the alley.

"I'm Kernen, Jeremy's henchman." The orc walked out of the shadows slowly with his hands up.

"Stop there!" Durward shouted. He looked at Kernen warily, and said, "Take another step forward, and I will turn you into a pile of ashes! Speak, what did Jeremy send you over for?!"

"Don't misunderstand. I have no ill intentions, and Jeremy did not send me over," Kernen said, standing still as he looked at Durward.

"Jeremy has a few dogs, and you're the most famous one of them all. Do you think I will believe you?" Durward scoffed. He looked into the alley behind Kernen a little uneasily.

"If I was on his side, you would already be surrounded by the troops led by Darryl or Kurt and killed on the spot, your heads hanging on masts." Kurt put his hands down and looked at Durward. He lowered his voice, and said, "Maybe you're not aware of it yet, but your head is now worth 1,000,000 copper coins."

When Durward heard that, he frowned. He thought for a while before putting his magic caster's staff down. He looked intently at Kernen, and said, "What do you want?"

"I owe Chief Isaiah a favor. Back then, he saved my mother, who was picking herbs, from a tiger. Of course, that might be an insignificant event for the chief. A person as kind as him must have done a lot of similar deeds, but for my mother who came back with the herbs, and pulled me back from the verge of death, I owe him both my mother's life and my life. A person like him should not have died like that," Kernen said with sorrow.

"Cut all that hypocrisy. When the rebellion army broke through the city wall, you were standing right beside Jeremy. Have you ever thought of sparing the chief and his family?" Durward questioned angrily.

"I was unable to stand by the chief's side." Kernen's gaze became dimmer. However, he still looked into Durward's eyes, and said, "But I let Princess Connie off. I think she survived. Gary did not manage to find her."

"You were the one who let Connie off?!" Durward and the other orcs were overjoyed when they heard it.

"I didn't have the ability to save the chief, and could only do a little to save Princess Connie. I still owe Chief Isaiah a lot," Kernen said.

"So why are you here today?" Durward looked at Kernen with bewilderment.

"Today is the day of the conferring ceremony. Gary wants to execute Young Master Ferdinand in front of everyone, and therefore get rid of any possible chances of overthrowing him. If Young Master Ferdinand died, the chief would only be left with Princess Connie. Even the chief's loyal guard might not be able to help her become the new chief. Therefore, tonight will be the last chance." Kernen looked at Durward and took two steps forward. He lowered his voice, and said, "I'm in charge of guarding the southwestern gate today. These men I chose to bring with me are all my people. All of you, change into black armor, and when you see three torches lit at the southwestern gate, make use of the darkness of the night. I'll let you all in."

Durward was overjoyed when he heard that. He grabbed Kernen's hand, and said, "If we succeed today, we will definitely thank you greatly when the young master regains control of the Falk Tribe."

"That's what I should do. It's very dangerous after you get into the city. All of you must be very careful." Kernen grabbed Durward's hand back, and gave him a tight handshake before turning to leave quickly.

***

"Don't just drink. Come, have some ceph— fish." Mag chuckled happily as he hosted the orcs from the alley near the door who came to collect the corpses. He put a freshly grilled fish in front of them and filled their wine cup.

"This wine… this fish… perfect… superb…" an orc with a scar stuttered as he hugged a wooden pillar at the side.

The orcs at the side drank another two bowls of wine and lay on the ground, drunk, with a foolish smile hanging on their faces.

"Alright, have a few more drinks. Everything might be different once you're awake." Mag put the vat of wine down, and walked out of the alley, smiling.

"Serve the last dish. It's time for us to watch the show," Mag said as he entered the kitchen and took his apron off.