Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 523 Assassination Plan

Cecil was wearing a black-green military uniform with worn marks on it, the brass buttons fastened meticulously, and the brass chains reflecting the light. He was wearing exactly the same clothes as when Osarino first saw him, except that this time there was no stain on his clothes and all the wrinkles were meticulously ironed.

The only difference was that this time he wore a red half-shoulder cloak. The scarlet cloth covered half of his left shoulder and hung down to his calf.

After Cecil walked into the banquet hall, everyone applauded him or raised their glasses to congratulate and pay tribute to the young man who returned victoriously. Cecil responded to everyone's greetings by calmly opening his arms to accept everyone's praise, and then walked into the center of the banquet hall.

The moment Cecil appeared, Margaret gently placed her hand on Osarino's shoulder, ready to stop any possible overreaction from Osarino.

But Osarino just watched all this coldly, his eyes fixed on Cecil across half the hall, and Cecil seemed completely indifferent to this malicious prying.

Osarino looked at the table between him and Cecil. The long table was piled with all kinds of delicious food for the people attending the banquet to take at will, but Osarino's target was not the food.

He saw a table knife lying around the cake.

"Miss Margolin." Osarino looked up at the people around him. "Can I personally express my gratitude to His Excellency Cecil?"

Osarino's words surprised Maglin a little, but she quickly regained her usual gentle and calm demeanor and said with a smile, "Of course."

Osarino: "Then please take me there."

Of course, Margarine would not refuse such a proposal, but as they approached the table, Osarino said:

"Miss Margaret, I think I need a glass of wine when I express my gratitude to Sir Cecil, but I don't know much about wine. Could you help me get a suitable glass of wine?"

Margarine looked at Osarino meaningfully and said, "You're not old enough to drink yet. Excessive alcohol intake is bad for your health."

"I can't drink at my age, but I can kill people. Don't you think this rule is unreasonable, Miss Margaret?" Osarino continued calmly, "I promise you, just this once, I will never touch anything with alcohol again."

The two looked at each other for two seconds, and finally, Margaret shook her head helplessly and said, "If Lord Cecil knew that I let you touch strong liquor, he would definitely blame me... But, just this once."

While Margarine was getting the wine, Osarino took the knife unnoticed and hid it in his sleeve.

Most of the dignitaries who came here were not here to eat, so the food on the table was basically untouched, and there was no stain on the knife. Osarino touched the blade through his sleeve and found it was sharp.

Soon Margarine came back with a tray in her hands, on which were two wine glasses filled with dark yellow liquid.

"This is Ryanka, a drink that Lord Cecil often drinks." Maglin handed both glasses to Osarino and instructed, "It's quite strong. The first time you drink it, you should only take a small sip and let it stay in your mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it, so that you don't choke."

Osarino: "I see. Thank you."

Cecil seemed to be completely unaware of what was happening on Osarino's side. From the moment he appeared on the stage, he had become the center of the party. Many people surrounded him, and everyone wanted to say a few words to him.

"Could you tell me more about the inside story of this war? For example, how did you discover that pagans were behind this workers' rebellion?"

"The rebel workers were more organized than they should have been," Cecil replied. "The front lines formed by this loose rebellion should have been chaotic and sluggish, but the rebel group behaved differently. Sometimes we achieved certain results on one side of the battlefield, but the enemy on the other side was able to react and adjust their deployment in a very short time. As this happened more and more, I knew I was facing a more efficient and rigorous organization. With this suspicion, confirming it was actually the easier part. The people I sent successfully integrated into the core of the rebel group and passed me key intelligence, so I was able to root them out completely."

"I heard that you personally led a duel with the pagan leader. That must have been very dangerous, right?"

"The truth may disappoint you. This is all the product of external propaganda." Cecil was quite modest about this question. "When I finally found the rebel leader, the outcome of the war was already sealed. Faced with inevitable defeat, he completely lost his will to fight. He begged me for mercy, asking me to spare his life. However, the Empire will not tolerate betrayal. I could only let him take up the sword and grant him a dignified death."

When Cecil said this, someone in the audience suddenly said, "Traitors don't deserve to die with dignity!"

"I hope you won't misunderstand me," Cecil said. "I gave him a dignified death not because I felt sorry for him, but because of myself. Killing an unarmed man would be a stain on me, and whether he raised his sword or not, the result would not change."

Everyone applauded Cecil's honor, but Osarino, who was at the outermost layer, couldn't help but tremble as he listened to Cecil's words.

What rebellious workers, what pagans, were just excuses given to those who did not know the truth. Osarino knew that the man killed by Cecil was his father.

His father, the majestic and old-fashioned man in his memory who always inadvertently revealed his love for his children, became a coward in Cecil's mouth.

"Lord Cecil."

Osarino called out softly to the man who was surrounded by people. His voice was very soft, but the scene became quiet instantly.

The crowd surrounding Cecil made way for Osarino to make direct eye contact with the man.

"I am very grateful to you for saving my family." Osarino took the two glasses of wine from the tray held by Magline, walked up to Cecil and handed him one of the glasses.

"I hope this glass of wine can express even one ten-thousandth of my gratitude to you. I don't know what kind of wine you like, so I asked Miss Margaret to help me choose it."

Of course, Osarino said these words to dispel Cecil's doubts, but he did not see that when he handed the wine, Margoline, who had been behind him, and Cecil looked at each other for a moment. Margoline first looked directly into Cecil's eyes, then her gaze instantly shifted to Osarino's hand hiding the knife, and finally drifted to other places.

"I'm so sorry." Cecil took the glass of wine: "If I had arrived earlier, many things might not be like this today."

Osarino said nothing, but drank his wine in one gulp. He did not follow Margaret's instructions. The strong alcohol burned his mouth and esophagus, but he endured the discomfort and waited for Cecil's reaction.

Cecil raised his eyebrows slightly, then raised his glass towards him.

Osarino's closed hand repeatedly stroked the knife hidden in his sleeve. If Cecil was distracted for a moment, he would cut his throat.