Chapter 958: Chapter 286: Attack on Morgan Town (10,000 Words)

The eyes of the manor lords unanimously turned toward Viscount Jon.

Including Zok Manor Lord, who was the first to rise from his seat and express support for Viscount Jon’s summons.

Devant’s words seemed somewhat sharp.

Yet they resonated with everyone.

Because they were merely the lowest-class manor lords within the nobility.

After several generations of accumulation and stabilization, they did possess a certain amount of armed forces.

But compared to true lords, that little bit of armed force was insignificant.

Furthermore, Kakasong City is located on the periphery of the Karedi Empire.

Lacking a lucrative industry chain.

To maintain the living needs of everyone in the entire manor...

Their primary task was to occupy land, drive the peasants, and engage in agriculture and manual labor production.

Even so, the labor force they had remained insufficient.

Being in a peripheral region, they could freely cultivate those overgrown wastelands to expand them into their own territory.

No manor lord or lord could suppress their greedy desire to expand their lands!

Moreover, it required no war, no financial expenditure.

Consequently, the more land there was, the more labor was needed.

So, a vicious cycle formed.

Even with the hundreds of soldiers they had, they would also be put into planting and cultivation.

If at that moment they were to deploy the soldiers, following Viscount Jon into battle, delaying the entire summer plowing...

As Devant said.

Such losses were not something they could bear.

Feeling the shift in the atmosphere of the meeting room.

Jon’s expression turned slightly cold, and he stared directly at Devant, nearly inquiring.

"Devonte Manor Lord, do you know what you are doing now?"

Upon hearing this, Devant immediately rose from his wooden chair.

He quickly bent his waist, speaking respectfully.

"I apologize, Viscount, Devant only wishes to know the answer."

"If my words have angered you, I beg your forgiveness, Viscount."

Jon’s brow instantly furrowed.

At this moment.

Another voice filled with doubt suddenly appeared in the meeting room.

"To be honest, I am also curious about the reason..."

The moment the voice sounded, it was like a spark igniting dry grass.

One voice after another continued to echo.

"Indeed, even if Morgan Town has vast farmlands, it’s too remote, making planting too troublesome..."

"I’ve always known that area is filled with overgrown wasteland, unclaimed land!"

"But there’s plenty of overgrown wastelands next to my manor’s territory... Why go far away?"

"If that lord wants to take Morgan Town, let them, what does it have to do with us?"

"Agreed, as long as he doesn’t invade my manor, whatever he does is none of my business!"

"Should another bandit corps appear, it would be another armed force to resist them..."

Bam!

A loud slamming sound erupted in the meeting room like a thunderclap.

The noise was so great that the voices of several manor lords were instantly interrupted.

In fact, two manor lords jerked with fright.

Their gazes once again rested on Viscount Jon.

When they encountered Jon’s clearly indifferent gaze, they quickly lowered their heads.

Not daring to utter another word.

Jon spoke nearly word for word: "As supporters of me, Viscount Jon Zack, you enjoy significant benefits from Kakasong City."

"What I say is your highest directive!"

"And one more thing!"

"Perhaps it’s been too long since we held a meeting, and you have all forgotten..."

"This is not a consultation with you!"

"This is about issuing orders!"

The faces of all the manor lords sank slightly, not daring to say a word.

Standing at the far end of the round table, Devant’s mouth opened slightly.

Just as he was about to speak again, the manor lord sitting next to him tugged at the silk robe he was wearing.

Devant seemed to understand something and ultimately chose to close his mouth, sitting in his chair.

Jon glanced around, continuing to speak.

"If you are unwilling to execute the orders, there’s another choice."

"And that is... to withdraw from my support team of Viscount Jon Zack!"

"As manor lords appointed by Marquis Ducas, you have that right."

"Of course, I, as Viscount appointed by Marquis Ducas, also have the right to view you as traitors!"

The manor lords were filled with terror.

Yet they felt more relieved in their hearts.

Because.

A few minutes ago, they had clearly expressed their agreement to respond to Viscount Jon’s summons.

Jon’s gaze turned towards the far end of the round table.

"If Devonte Manor Lord is unwilling, you can withdraw from my support team now!"

Devant’s brow furrowed, his eyes filled with hesitation.

The manor lord sitting beside him also sat upright and tense.

Facing Viscount Jon Zack, and the words coming from his mouth, they felt immense pressure.

Seeing Devant still unwilling to speak.

Jon changed the subject.

"If Devonte Manor Lord is unwilling to withdraw..."

"Then I can also inform you of why we must go to war against that lord!"

All the manor lords immediately raised their heads, looking at Jon Zack, still standing at the head of the table.

Feeling their gaze, Jon took a slight breath and started to speak.

"Last month, Simo issued a private decree, transferring the entire territory of Morgan Town to a lord named Lynn."