332: Chapter 18, Unlucky Guy_2 332: Chapter 18, Unlucky Guy_2 In an instant, Hudson realized something was wrong.
This wasn’t just discrimination, they were clearly trying to exclude him, the Good Luck Knight.
Even if he wasn’t lucky enough, cheating could be used to achieve this.
The wooden stakes were identical, but there were subtle weight differences between the stakes with inscriptions and those without.
With Belsden, who was experienced with weights around, avoiding the unusual wooden stake was a piece of cake.
It didn’t matter if he didn’t participate, the key was that the Bad Luck Knight corresponding to himself was also in Layton County.
As he watched Viscount West step forward to draw lots, Hudson closed his eyes.
That guy had no issues during normal times, but bad luck always struck at crucial moments.
You could tell by checking his tragic experiences.
As a duke’s son, West happened to be born illegitimate and lost the first round at birth.
Hudson wasn’t sure how it was like for him to be mingled in the Northland.
Anyway, when he arrived in Southeastern Province and had to choose between the two counties, coincidence Appointed him with this cross-world traveller.
Even hosting an event at a commercial centre could lead to a tragedy where nobles fought and people were killed.
Even earlier, when executing a supply delivery mission, out of more than a hundred nobles, he always drew the worst lot.
This run of luck, comparable to a bad luck possession, made it hard for Hudson to have faith in him.
“Put your wooden stakes on the table for everyone to witness.
If any Prefectural Governor who draws the inscribed wooden stake has any doubts, you may come forward to inspect it now.”
Governor Piers said with a face full of smiles.
From his expression, it was clear that this awful task did not fall onto the Dalton Family.
Such delight was not appropriate for a mature politician, unless he couldn’t help but let it show.
Looking at Viscount West who picked up stakes to inspect and compare, Hudson inwardly screamed: Shit!
Although he had a bad premonition, it was unbelievably accurate.
A one-in-fifteen chance was still hit, and he didn’t know what to say.
Giving Viscount West a hard glare, Hudson then turned his head.
The Governor asked him to inspect, and he actually went to do it.
Did his bad luck drive him mad, or did he lose his mind?
Even if there was cheating, you’d just have to bear it.
After all, he drew the stake himself.
Even if someone had marked it, he wouldn’t have drawn it if Viscount West’s luck hadn’t been so bad.
With one draw, not only did they avoid the task, but they also screwed over the thorn planted behind the Dalton Family by the Nobles of the North.
With Viscount West’s current luck, his chances of returning safely from the battlefield really weren’t high.
Without lifting a finger, they could remove this thorn.
The Grand Duke Cavadia would have nothing to say, truly killing several birds with one stone.
“Since Viscount West found no problem, the task of aiding the Moxi Duchy will be undertaken by Layton County.
Anyone who has any objections may state them now.”
Governor Piers said in suiting the action to the word.
Just as if he was really soliciting everyone’s opinions.
Seeing this, Hudson decisively said, “Your Excellency Governor, as everyone knows, Viscount West is frail and often ill, and he is not capable of leading troops.
In order to accomplish the task better, I suggest that Layton County replace him with a more capable noble, responsible for leading the county’s troops in this operation.”
As his voice fell, everyone’s eyes turned to Viscount West.
His sturdy physique did not resemble a frail and sickly man in the slightest.
Everyone knew Hudson was lying, but they all nodded and agreed.
It was as if Viscount West was indeed frail and sick, and incapable of leading troops.
One’s stance was determined by where he stood, their identity as native nobles dictated that on this issue everyone had to support “their own”.
Seeing this, Viscount West was so angry he gritted his teeth.
In all his years growing up, he had never suffered such an insult.
Even if he wanted to seize military power, he should have used a proper excuse.
To outright accuse him of being frail and sick, incapable of leading troops, was clearly reversing black and white.
“Shut up!
Hudson, you, you, you….”
At the tip of his tongue West suddenly found himself unable to speak.
Arguing on other people’s territory, he as an outsider was doomed to fail from the start.
Even winning an argument was pointless, since he had been a puppet figurehead for a day or two now.
The task delegated to him couldn’t be carried out.
In the end, he still had to hand over the power willingly.
Most importantly, if he fell out with everyone here it would tarnish their faces.
For all they knew, he might really become a “frail and sick” man.”
There were not a few secret techniques in Aslante to plot against others.
West did not believe that these flip-flops men pageantry would have a high moral standard.
“Viscount West, there’s no need to be agitated.
We understand your intentions.
Rest assured, everything is based on the greater good of the kingdom.
Given Viscount West’s nobleness, Viscount Hudson will serve as the Legion Commander in this expedition to support Moxi Duchy.
According to Kingdom’s regulations, the quota for troops from Southeastern Province cannot be less than fifteen thousand.
Viscount Hudson, any issues?”
Governor Piers’ words left West speechless.
Struggling was meaningless.
Even if he won the argument, he couldn’t gather up an army of fifteen thousand.