Gurnam, of course, was wearing a bit of a disguise. He colored his hair and added a few marks on his face, just in case.
After all, he was once from Voumi, and was even sent out to war by Inkitt once, and there was a small chance he’d be recognized by someone from here or visiting the place.
Fortunately, thanks to the various modern Terran makeup and disguise techniques, even those bastards who tortured him directly wouldn’t have been able to recognize him.
And at this time, his role was to be the Lord’s most trusted guard, which was impressive considering it had been less than two weeks since he entered.
He managed to do this by putting on an act with the other spies, as well as giving several business and developmental ideas to Inkitt, increasing the trust within the span of a week.
It also helped that a lot of his former confidantes had either died, become slaves from a previous war, or had mysteriously gotten in trouble lately.
Speaking of some of Inkitt’s old confidantes, the Alterran guards had managed to squeeze in a lot of information about Inkitt from them, including his weaknesses and what could get to his trust the fastest. Gurnam used every tool he was given and, so far, things were going to plan.
"I will be enough to guard you, Milord," he said. "Although we hired mercenaries from Voumi Town, Limestone Valley is also similarly backed by a Town and has a lot more resources."
"If they group together and decide to target this place..."
"Ah, yes! Yes!" Inkitt gasped, looking at the other guards around him. "Go! Guard the entrance and the surrounding areas! Make sure no one can approach this area!!"
The other guards frowned. They were a little suspicious, and more importantly, they did not want to leave the safety of the cellar.
Gurnam sighed. "Well, I will leave; someone needs to guard the door, and I do not want to be lazy and be protected by the Lord."
Inkitt’s eyes turned red at this, and he glared at his useless guard. "GET OUT RIGHT NOW!!" Unlike them, Gurnam was most reassuring to keep next to him!
The other guards could only look at each other, reluctantly following orders. "Y-Yes, Milord!"
... 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Outside, just an hour after the start of war, the battle was already reaching its peak.
Like always, they chose a vulnerable spot to breach in. One of which was the mysterious beast-mobbed place, which was actually doused with a superior beast-attracting potion by their spies.
Master Hoffen and Lady Althea’s products were really superior. And because there was far less use for beast-attracting potions compared to beast-repelling potions, they also had enough stock to send one bottle out (via warehouse) to a satellite, so they could use it in this war to minimize the losses.
This allowed their forces to overflow quickly. By the time reinforcements arrived, hundreds had already gone in, causing chaos. It was particularly easy because most citizens were just hiding inside, not even bothering to send projectiles from their houses.
Only the slaves were outside...but even they were not necessarily contributing to Inko.
The noisiest places were those with voice amplifiers in their hands, causing chaos with their words, keeping enemy momentum down with their jabs.
"SLAVES!" Tacky yelled through the electric and solar-powered voice amplifier, standing where the slaves were. "Mob the guards! RIGHT NOW!"
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