Chapter 100
Battle In The Night
Waterflower’s cold, indifferent voice rang out from outside the door, "Crafty? I certainly didn’t kill any fewer people than you did!"
Gangdor’s face fell. He snorted loudly to posture that he wasn’t scared of her in the slightest, but he was still sensible enough to not say anything else. Phaser followed in behind, while Olar, Zendrall, Tiramisu, and the others eventually gathered in the tavern as well. Richard and his followers could sense each other through their souls; they would naturally assemble together.
"Master, I’ve already made an inventory of the battlefield," Olar started the moment he stepped in, "We don’t have an exact count yet, but we lost more than 2,000 men. Miss Flowsand is doing her best to rescue the wounded, she cannot come over for the time being."
Richard nodded, "Okay, go invite Shea here. Oh, and Zim too."
The elven bard accepted the order and left.
Gangdor hesitated for a moment, but eventually ended up speaking his mind, "Boss, we had to put in everything to fight them off today. Tomorrow’s battle won’t be easy! There’s 30,000 men out there!"
"25,000 after today, but only 15,000 of those can actually enter the city," Richard replied calmly. With his elite bats in the sky, his understanding of the casualty count was extremely precise with a discrepancy of no more than a hundred men. Salwyn couldn’t possibly send his cavalrymen into the alleys to fight.
Gangdor was even more worried now, "Doesn’t that make our disadvantage even greater tomorrow?" A disadvantage of one to three had become even worse after this fight.
Richard’s brows creased as he seemed to be stuck making a difficult decision, "It’s not like there isn’t a solution to this, but… Let me think things over again."
It was at this moment that Shea was brought to the tavern by a humanoid warrior. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw Richard and she smiled, "Sir Richard! May I know what it is you wished to see me about?"
The priestess’s gaze was focused on Richard’s upper torso, on the striking wound at his chest.
"I heard the spells of the Goddess of the Hunt allow hunters to conceal their movements in complicated terrain?"
Shea’s eyes lit up and she answered proudly, "Indeed, that is my Lady’s expertise!"
Richard nodded, "Very well! I’ll be heading out of the city in a while to mount a sneak attack on the enemies. Priestess Shea, would you like to come along?"
"Sneak attack?" Shea was greatly astonished, "Is your wound alright? Also… my mana…"
Richard smiled, taking a magic box from a humanoid to reveal a row of neatly arrange potions, "Mana will not be an issue."
"High-grade mana potions, and so many!" Shea sucked in a breath of cold air.
Anything related to magic was extremely expensive in Faelor. Even as a priestess in charge of a church, she had never seen so many mana potions together before, let alone high-grade ones. Indeed, mana would not be a problem with these potions; the only problem was that she could only use one a day. If one was really looking for problems, the only other issue was the cost of a thousand gold per bottle; it made one feel like they were drinking gold.
Before Shea could even recover from her shock, Zim could be heard yelling excitedly outside the door, "Sir Richard, you truly are a legend! Even killing a saint was so easy! How did you know General Barry would appear at that street corner?"
Zim’s gaze was so intense that even Richard felt a little resignation. "Sheer luck," he shrugged it off.
"Impossible!" The Viscount shook his head resolutely, pointing at Waterflower, Phaser, and Gangdor, "I saw it all. Those three and the two saints were already waiting in ambush at the corner of the street! They finished the entire battle in one minute! You truly are a model commander!"
Richard did not respond, his expression instead turning cold, "Didn’t I have you hide yourself?"