Chapter 52: The Current Situation
"Thirty men?" Lothar surveyed the shabbily armored, dark-faced, and emaciated sergeants, frowning. "A castle garrison actually has only thirty men?"
Thirty defenders, and all of them infantry. At best, they could only hole up in the castle for self-preservation, completely lacking the ability to protect the surrounding villages from desert bandit raids.
"It is a bit few, but we can't afford more, can we?" The castellan forced a smile, his face full of apprehension.
Such a powerful lord, upon discovering his fief was so utterly destitute, would surely erupt in thunderous rage. What if he vented his anger on him…
Although he was nominally the castellan, technically a household vassal of His Majesty the King, he didn't even have a title; in reality, he was just a servant. If he didn't have to present taxes every month, His Majesty the King might not even know such a place existed.
