BuzzNovelChapter 579
---- think that is?" The Duke stared at me, deep in thought.
His expression grew more serioushe only needed a few seconds to piece it together.
"That donkey used to stay in the pen we inspected, which is why there was more manure piled up there, and
why it naturally tried to go back in, "he concluded.
Smart man.
"Exactly!" | exclaimed, pointing a finger at him.
"Duke, someone tipped off that worker that you were coming fora surprise inspection.
They moved the animal to the pen where theyre hiding the stolen grain and left the other one open and
suspicious.
Who would ever think that under the donkey is a hidden underground stash?" I laid out my theory, and he
stroked his chin, silent, deep in thought.
Minutes passed, and tension filled the air.
Did he believe me? "How sure are you?" he finally asked.
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45%?" My confidence dropped as his eyebrow arched higher.
Damn it, his tyrant face madenervous! "Fine.
45% is good enough for me." He nodded and knocked on the roof of the carriage.
"We're going back to the plantations!" he roared, waiting for the driver to turn us around.
But before we could move, the entire carriage shook violently.
llurched forward, and the Duke caught me.
Outside, the horses neighed wildly, and shouts filled the air.
---- What...
whats happening?" "Damn it! Rossella, do not leave this carriage!" He grabbed my face, makinglook at him,
his grip firm.
He madepromise.
"Dont step outside.
No matter what happens." His voice was urgent.
| could only nod, my nerves on edge.
Outside, | heard the unmistakable clinking of metala fight.
Elliot barely cracked the carriage door open whenwhoosh! "Ah!" | clamped my hand over my mouth to stop
myself from screaming.
An arrow pierced the wooden door, inches from his face.
He immediately leaped out, slamming the door shut behind him.
| didnt dare peek outside.
Through the curtains reflection, | saw him whistle for his horse and mount it swiftly.
Torches flickered wildly, illuminating figures darting between them.
Clashes of swords, the grunts of battle, and, eventually, the bang ofa gunshot.
That had to be Elliot.
Only nobles had access to firearms.
My heart pounded frantically.
Why would anyone attack the Duke on his own lands? Night had fallen, and in the darkness, everything was
more chaotic, harder to see.
Anoise too close for comfort madefreeze.
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Then | heard itsoft footsteps on the roof.
Ipressed myself against the seat, staring upward in fear.
My hand fumbled for somethinganythingto defend myself with.
My fingers brushed against the bread knife on the side table.
| grabbed it, my grip trembling uncontrollably.
Someone had climbed onto the carriage.
| could hear their breathing.
The slight shift of their weight above me.
What do | do? Run into the chaos outside? Wait for the Duke to save me? Or try to fight back with...
a bread knif.
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