The sack was pulled open.
Over thirty bloody heads rolled into the center of the banquet hall, making dull thudding sounds as they hit the floor.
One of the heads had a ferocious expression, its eyes wide open, unwilling to close even in death.
The air instantly solidified, and the entire banquet hall fell silent.
The previously noisy nobles seed to have been paused, staring motionlessly at the scene on the ground.
Earl Firth stared blankly at the pile of heads, his throat bobbing, “Wh-...what is this?!”
Zachary’s smile instantly froze, as if he had been struck dumb by a blow to the head.
He instinctively took half a step back, his face extrely grim.
Louis remained calm, as if he had only brought a few ordinary gifts.
“White Feather Canyon, we annihilated the Snowsworn elite squad attempting to raid south. All cleared, their heads are here.”
Zachary snapped back to his senses, gritting his teeth and forcing a sneer, “Is that all? A few barbarian heads, worth delaying the Earl’s banquet for?”
His tone was aggressive, as if he had found a flaw.
“Or are you bringing these things, putting on a show of military achievent, trying to muddle your way through?”
Earl Firth’s face darkened, and he coldly snorted, “This is not a military camp. It’s too improper to bring so bloody stuff here to show off to .”
The surrounding nobles began to whisper, eyeing Louis with suspicion and disdain.
“It’s fake, right?”
“The Calvin Family really knows how to put on a show.”
For a mont, mocking voices began °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° to rise.
Louis did not argue, rely smiled faintly, standing still.
At this mont, Yoen strode forward, angrily declaring, “I saw it with my own eyes!
These heads were all taken in White Feather Canyon! They were an elite assault team of the Snowsworn, wearing heavy armor, their combat power far superior to ordinary enemy soldiers.”
He looked at the still disbelieving nobles, gritting his teeth and adding, “We almost died there. While you were drinking and making fun, Baron Calvin was gambling his life against the Snowsworn!”
The murmuring paused for a mont, but quickly resud.
“Heh, sounds like a hero.”
“You’ve been acting long enough, ti to wrap it up, right?”
At this mont, a grizzled Northern noble slowly stepped forward.
He narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the emaciated head on the ground, and suddenly his expression changed drastically.
“This... this head, it’s Haskell!”
His voice trembled, his tone revealing an undisguised excitent and hatred.
“That old dog who hid in the snow forest for years and was good at night raids! My estate was half burned down three years ago when he led a night raid!”
Another gray-clad noble also cursed in a low voice, “My uncle was ambushed and beheaded by him back then, his entire family wiped out... This man should have died long ago!”
Hearing the na “Haskell,” many nobles from Snowpeak County in the banquet hall changed their expressions.
So cursed in low voices, so gasped, and so even had red eyes on the spot.
Haskell was not a renowned strongman in the North, but he was cunning and ruthless, skilled in night raids and surprise attacks.
For over a decade, he continuously harassed the Snowpeak County territory, gaining notoriety for guerrilla warfare, with murder and arson being commonplace.
Because he was too slippery, several encirclent campaigns failed, making him even more rampant.
Such an old scourge, is he really dead?
“It’s him, no doubt... That ugly face, I rember it clearly!”
The Northern noble said through gritted teeth, almost staring at the head with the satisfaction of personal revenge.
The surrounding nobles who had originally doubted Louis suddenly quieted down.
Even Earl Firth instinctively straightened up, the suspicion on his face slowly receding, replaced by a hint of shock.
“Haskell... really dead?”
“It was this child who did it?”
The nobles who had once been harassed by Haskell now had complex expressions, a mix of shock, admiration, and even gratitude.
Yoen seed to have been waiting for this mont for a long ti, imdiately taking a step forward and shouting loudly:
“That’s right! His Highness Louis led the team to raid the enemy, slaying dozens, and personally beheaded Haskell!
The entire process was clean and decisive, without any retreat, even with injuries on him, he did not give an inch!”
His voice grew louder and louder, his tone more and more impassioned, coupled with his exaggerated gestures, it was like an impromptu battlefield reenactnt.
“He charged into the enemy formation, cut down three people with one sword, and dragged Haskell alive down the hillside. I swear I’ll never forget that scene!”
“Yoen,” Louis said calmly, reminding him.
Yoen imdiately shut his mouth and said no more.
Louis showed no hint of pride on his face, only a faint smile, “Just a small task, nothing to ntion.”
When the old local nobles of the North looked at him again, their eyes were completely different from before.
No longer the disdain of waiting to see a joke.
But serious, respectful, and even a little grateful.
On the other side, the frontier nobles from the South also began to whisper.
“This young man really has so skills.”
“Zachary always said he was a playboy, but it turns out...”
Soone secretly looked at Zachary, then glanced at Louis, a hint of hesitation flashing in their eyes.
Zachary stood at the edge of the crowd, his face changing repeatedly.
He could feel that the frontier nobles who had originally gravitated towards him were now quietly shifting their attention to another person.
“Damn it...” He muttered through gritted teeth, his fists secretly clenching.
He hadn't expected that what was supposed to be a setup to humiliate Louis would turn into his opponent’s solo performance.
And he beca the clown who was humiliated.
But Zachary did not speak again, rely retreating silently into the crowd, waiting for the next opportunity.
Earl Firth’s expression was a mix of shock and anger.
He didn’t care who Haskell was, what kind of harm he had brought to the North, or how remarkable it was that Louis had annihilated him.
He only knew that Louis had not given him face and had stolen his thunder.
And just as he was about to erupt.
Louis suddenly looked at him and said respectfully, “Actually, this victory is mainly due to the Earl’s strategic deploynt and intelligence support.
If you hadn’t sent scouts to remind us before the battle and directed the deploynt, there wouldn’t have been this brilliant counter-ambush.”
The whole hall fell silent, the nobles exchanged glances.
Earl Firth was stunned, his lips parting, “I... what did I send?”
He really couldn't rember sending anyone, and he had only t Louis for the first ti.
But when military rits, glory, and the admiration of the crowd... these benefits passed through his brain.
Self-mory modification quietly activated!
In just two seconds.
His eyes lit up again, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.
A mory of “personally sending scouts” appeared in his mind, and he could even clearly recall “how brilliantly he had arranged it.”
“Hahaha!” Earl Firth suddenly burst into laughter.
“Yes, it was indeed my arrangent!” He slapped his thigh, proudly raising his voice, “You really didn’t disappoint !”
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