So that's how it is!

Aiden was sure in his heart that this was definitely a genuine response.

It was absolutely not something Jeremy made up randomly.

Not to mention whether the number of fully armed soldiers behind the walls was accurate.

At least, the whereabouts of the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps and the Storm Mercenary Corps were confirmed.

Watching Jeremy slowly walk in the woodshed, Aiden began to ponder in his mind.

It seemed that Jeremy indeed knew some intelligence information about the territory.

To quickly grasp more information, he had to carefully think it over before asking again.

Aiden looked at Jeremy and asked, "What do you mean by fully armed soldiers?"

Jeremy stretched his body slightly and said calmly, "Fully equipped with standard plate armor, holding a five-meter-long winged spear, riding a Badan warhorse!"

Upon hearing this.

Aiden's mouth opened slightly, involuntarily taking a sharp breath.

Before Aiden could speak, Ackman standing beside him impatiently said, "Utter nonsense."

"Four thousand eight hundred men wearing standard plate armor and riding Badan warhorses?"

"Do you know how much iron that requires and how much the horses consume daily?"

Aiden gave Ackman an approving look.

This was the first time he heard such a sensible response from Ackman.

Jeremy walked a few more steps, without answering at all.

Aiden questioned Jeremy, "Why don't you answer?"

Jeremy raised an eyebrow and said, "Second answer, I don't know."

Upon hearing Jeremy's words.

Both Aiden and Ackman were stunned.

Not know?

The second answer is not knowing?

Aiden suddenly stood up, "Are you toying with me?"

Jeremy's face showed no trace of mockery, and he seriously said, "Master, since I agreed with you, I want to survive."

"Then of course I will tell you the intelligence information I know."

"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, it's that simple!"

Upon hearing this, Aiden's face slightly darkened.

He felt that what Jeremy said seemed to have some truth to it?

Aiden glared angrily at Ackman, who quickly lowered his head.

Sitting on the chair, Aiden's mind quickly pondered.

A few seconds later, he continued to ask, "What is the name of the owner of that territory?"

Jeremy raised his eyebrow, without hesitation, and blurted out, "Lynn!"

Just as Aiden was about to ask about Lynn, he noticed Jeremy suddenly stride towards him.

The speed was so fast, the steps so steady, the expression so determined.

Where was the look of someone about to die earlier?

Seeing Jeremy just a few steps away from rushing in front of him, Aiden hurriedly shouted, "Guard, guard!"

Just as Aiden's shout fell, a figure stepped out, blocking in front of him.

At the same time, a scimitar swiftly swept from beside him, stabbing towards the oncoming Jeremy.

Swish~

A flash of cold silver light penetrated Jeremy's chest, piercing him.

The bloodstained tip of the scimitar protruded from Jeremy's abdomen.

Ackman had no hesitation, lifting his right foot to kick Jeremy.

Under this force, the scimitar inside Jeremy was pulled out directly.

He powerlessly fell backwards, heavily hitting the ground, instantly losing all signs of life...

Ackman couldn't help but curse, "Useless, knew you were not good, was wary of you."

Ackman's words seemed to complain about Aiden's previous glaring.

He moved away, sheathed the scimitar, and said to Aiden, "Master, it's okay now."

Aiden's bloated chest heaved rapidly, his breath huffing heavily.

A few seconds later.

Aiden stood up from the chair, walked a few steps, and came to Jeremy's corpse, seriously scrutinizing him.

Streams of blood flowed from Jeremy's chest and back, slowly spreading on the woodshed floor.

In his hand, he held a sharp wooden stick the size of a pinky!

Being pierced through the neck's major artery by the sharp stick would surely result in death!

His wide-open eyes were filled with colors of resentment and disappointment.

Aiden could sense that the look in Jeremy's eyes wasn't resentment towards dying.

It was disappointment and dissatisfaction from failing to kill him!

Aiden's heart was filled with gloom.

Jeremy was just a ordinary soldier, or a spy at most.

Yet he managed to cleverly escape captivity and still fought to death attempting to assassinate him.

What interested Aiden was, what kind of Lord could make an ordinary person like Jeremy...

Be fearless of death!

Withdrawing his gaze, Ed strode out of the woodshed.

"Take him to the kennel and feed him to the Greyhounds, don't waste it."

Ackman quickly replied, "Yes, Master."

Speaking, Ackman glanced at several followers.

The followers knowingly bent to signal.

Walking down the corridor.

Aiden's mind was rapidly chewing over Jeremy's few answers.

His footsteps suddenly halted, anger inexplicably rising within him.

Aiden realized that Jeremy's answers held practically no value for him!

The eradication or survival of the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps didn't affect his plans at all.

Fully armed soldiers behind the territory walls...half-truths.

With too little information, he couldn't judge accurately.

The only somewhat valuable piece was the name of the Lord behind the walls—Lynn.

To determine who the Lord really was from this name, he could only go to Bordeaux City's Marquis's Castle.

To inquire Donovan Ducas!

When he first went to that woodland, the Lord he saw already had territorial documents.

This means that Donovan Ducas must have knighted that territory!

Aiden kept repeating Jeremy's words, "Lynn... Lynn..."

But soon, Aiden felt something amiss.

If Jeremy agreed to cooperate merely to lull him into complacency, to assassinate him.

Then the name 'Lynn' could very likely be false!

Meaning he endured the stench to visit the dungeon, even provided food for Jeremy.

In the end, only the extermination of the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps seemed true?

Thinking about this.

Aiden's heart was inexplicably filled with anger.

He suddenly turned to look behind, where Ackman had a cheerful face.

He was already fantasizing about how Master Aiden would reward his protective deeds.

Aiden couldn't help but scold, "Useless, I asked you to protect me, not to kill him!"

"Now no vital information was extracted!"

Looking at Aiden's twisted face and insults, Ackman was astonished.

But he still dared not show any disrespect towards Aiden.

Only after Aiden returned to the third floor and locked the door did Ackman go to the second floor, entering Lady Justine's room.

Soon.

Sounds of suppressed moans and bodies colliding echoed...

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