Everyone Wants Me Dead: The Villain Lord's Survival Diary-Chapter 51 – Relax
"We need to make some adjustments for this operation."
Sylvie sat at the head of the table, and his first sentence left the surrounding knights puzzled. But the second sentence left them completely stunned.
"This time, we'll split into two groups. One team will seize the iron ore to distract Buton's main forces, while the other takes advantage of Buton City's emptiness to raid Homan Keep!"
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The knights exchanged incredulous glances, looking at the man at the head of the table in disbelief.
In their minds, although My Lord was young, he was mature and steady. How could he propose such an absurd and reckless strategy this time?
"This..."
"Master Sylvie..."
Claremont hesitated as he stood up, then pointed at the map and said to Sylvie:
"Attacking Buton City would be difficult. First, we don't have siege equipment, and it's too late to make any now."
"Even if we had siege equipment, we couldn't transport it into Buton Territory unnoticed. The best option would be to make it near Buton City."
"But even if we make siege equipment on-site, it would take at least three to four days, and that's with a large number of skilled craftsmen. Most importantly, when the Buton Family was at its peak, they installed magic cannons on Buton City. Even an Earth Knight would have a hard time withstanding those..."
"I really can't see how we can hold off the Buton Family's main forces for three or four days and still manage to build siege equipment near Buton City without arousing suspicion."
Claremont listed a bunch of reasons, all boiling down to one point.
We don't have enough troops or tools. Seizing the iron ore is feasible, but attacking Buton City is out of the question. Trying to do both is pure fantasy.
"I'll handle the siege equipment issue."
"Master Sylvie, you can solve it?"
Claremont's eyes widened, thinking he must have misheard.
"That's right."
Sylvie replied firmly.
"I have a way to discreetly arrange for two siege engines to be brought in. Now, I just want to know, if we can distract Buton's main forces and have two siege engines, how many troops would it take to quickly capture Buton City?"
Claremont pondered for a moment, simulating various scenarios in his mind, and finally shook his head regretfully:
"Even with siege engines and the main forces distracted, it's still difficult to capture Buton City. After all, it's a large town. Besides the forces distracting the main army, we don't have the extra troops needed to control a large town."
"We don't need to control Buton City. I'm not crazy. We just need to control the walls and raid Homan Keep."
Claremont thought for a moment and then nodded:
"If that's the case, then five hundred ordinary militia and ten Grand Knights would suffice."
"When the Buton Family goes all out to seize the iron ore, the city's defenses will be extremely limited. So, the siege will be led by ten Grand Knights, and the five hundred ordinary militia only need to use the siege equipment to take the walls, control the magic cannons, cover the Grand Knights, and transport the loot."
"But, Master Sylvie, can you really get complete siege equipment into Buton Territory?"
Claremont was still a bit worried, mainly because the whole thing seemed incredible, and he couldn't help but repeatedly confirm with Sylvie.
"Do you not believe me either?"
Sylvie grinned, his eyes full of certainty and confidence. Seeing this, Claremont suppressed his doubts and chose to trust Master Sylvie.
Although the other knights in the meeting room still looked worried, seeing that Claremont had already agreed, none of them spoke up, and the matter was more or less settled.
"Since no one has any objections, I'll now announce the battle plan."
Sylvie's expression turned serious as he instructed:
"Claremont, you and Bane Bloodhoof will lead the main forces and set out at noon tomorrow. Don't hide it; let the news spread so the Buton Family knows we're coming."
"Your main forces are expected to arrive by evening. At that time, just confront the Buton Family; don't rush the attack. I suspect the Buton Family, to be safe, will invite two to three Earth Knights as reinforcements to deal with our two Earth Knights. Just hold them off until I return."
After arranging the main forces, Sylvie turned his gaze to the warriors of the Bloodhoof Clan and instructed:
"The Bloodhoof Clan will come with me, leading five hundred militia, and we'll march swiftly towards Buton City tomorrow afternoon."
"We should arrive at Buton City by nightfall. Once we arrive, we'll begin the siege immediately. We must take the walls within ten minutes, clear out Homan Keep within an hour, and then quickly return to support the main forces."
"Any other questions?"
Sylvie looked around after speaking, ready to finalize the plan if there were no questions.
"My Lord, I have a question!"
At this moment, Goodbye's voice came from the back of the meeting room.
"What is your question?"
Sylvie looked at Goodbye in confusion.
"Well," Goodbye stammered, feeling nervous with everyone's eyes on him, "if we're confident in defeating the Buton Family's army head-on, why not defeat them first and then attack Buton City?"
Sylvie looked at Goodbye speechlessly, and even the surrounding knights seemed to be holding back laughter, while Claremont's face turned dark.
"Are you an idiot? On the battlefield, can you guarantee to completely wipe out the Buton Family's forces? If Master Sylvie can provide siege equipment, then this operation is our best chance. If we attack head-on and the Buton Family retreats and hides in Buton City, how will we deal with those dozen or so magic cannons? Throw our lives at them?"
Goodbye was scolded harshly by Claremont, and he sheepishly retreated back into the ranks.
Sylvie chuckled at Goodbye, who was sweating profusely, then waved his hand and said:
"Since there are no objections, we'll proceed with the plan tomorrow. Everyone, go prepare. Meeting adjourned!"
After everyone left, Sylvie walked alone to the high tower of Winterfell Keep.
Looking out as far as he could see, the entire Winterfell City came into view.
Neat houses, wide streets, and the bustling flow of people and carriages.
And further away, the endless fields of wheat and pastures.
The evening breeze tousled his hair, and as Sylvie gazed at everything before him, he took a deep breath, feeling a surge of ambition.
The winds of change on the Kain Continent were beginning to stir.
...
Sylvie leisurely returned to his room, feeling mentally exhausted and on the verge of sleep.
Just as he was about to drift off, there came a soft, gentle knock on the door from the little maid outside:
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Master, are you there?"
Sylvie lay relaxed on the bed, clearing his mind, and covered himself with the blanket, speaking softly:
"Come in. You don't need to knock in the future; just come in."
Hearing Sylvie's response, Loli gently pushed the door open, a playful smile on her face.
She walked over to Sylvie's bedside, her snow-white legs moving gracefully, and emphasized in a playful manner:
"That's not right. Before entering, you must knock and get the master's permission. It's maid etiquette."
Sylvie noticed the little maid wearing a lace lingerie made of ice silk, with a loosely draped robe that didn't quite fit, revealing her delicate white neck and prominent collarbones. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were misty, clearly ready for practice.
He couldn't help but recall the torment from the previous night and let out a wry smile, gently coaxing:
"Ah, Loli, we have a battle tomorrow... how about we wait until the day after?"
The little maid wasn't buying Sylvie's delaying tactic.
She had already asked Mrs. Chris about it, and tonight she was determined to have her way with the master.
She lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped into Sylvie's arms like a water snake, her soft limbs clinging to him like an octopus.
Her face, burning hot, rubbed against Sylvie's chest, and she shyly whispered:
"Loli knows, Loli will help the master relax... You can sleep if you want, Master."
With that, she snuggled under the blanket.
Her head didn't emerge for a long time...
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Chapter 51 – Relax
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