Chapter 596 - 594: Always a Little Green on Top

Chapter 596: Chapter 594: Always a Little Green on Top

According to the laws of Kelldorn, servants from a convicted criminal’s household who were found by the Magistracy to be uninvolved in the crime could have their servitude contracts returned. The Magistracy could, based on the circumstances, release them to return home. This applied to hired help, long-term laborers, and servants on redeemable contracts.

As for those who committed crimes alongside their masters, the lighter sentences involved being exiled and sold off with them. The more severe punishment was to be beheaded and die with their masters.

There was another category: those on the official slave registry. These individuals had been demoted to slavery because of their family’s past crimes and were sold by the Magistracy. Unless granted a special pardon by the Magistracy, their freedom could not be bought. Therefore, when their masters committed a crime, they would simply be sold off a second time.

That night, interrogations were held in Vardengrail. Everyone from the General’s Mansion, from master to servant, was questioned without exception.

The honest and law-abiding servants were fortunate. Their servitude contracts were returned, and their families came to take them home. Overjoyed by this outcome, they thanked the Lords profusely. As for those who had committed heinous acts alongside Caleb Jacobs and Mrs. Dawson, they were scheduled to be beheaded with them the next day.

The most laughable part of it all involved the concubines Caleb Jacobs had taken. All four of them, without exception, had cuckolded him.

He had always considered the daughters born of his concubines to be beneath notice, and now it turned out that not a single one of them was his own flesh and blood. They were all the children of his concubines and their lovers.

In the past, Caleb Jacobs had watched his concubines fight jealously for his favor. Though he looked down on them, he was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that women were nothing more than playthings he could summon and dismiss at will.

He never could have imagined things would turn out this way. Not one of his concubines had ever been genuine with him; in fact, they all hated him to the bone.

Caleb Jacobs’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared murderously at the concubines.

"Why? You bitches! How dare you cheating whores cuckold me!"

"I treated you all well, yet you betrayed me! AAGH! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all!"

At his words, the concubines burst out laughing, their faces filled with disdain. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The second concubine said, "You treated us well? Do you even believe that yourself? What were we to you? We were just tools for bearing you sons. In your eyes, we concubines weren’t even human. When you were displeased, you’d make us kneel or slap our faces. When you were happy, you’d offer a few sweet words and some trinkets. And you call that treating us well? All I can say is, you deserved to be cuckolded."

Another one of them spoke up. "I came from a merchant family. You coveted my beauty and my family’s money, so you forced me into your mansion. Did you ever once ask what I wanted? I could have married my cousin as his proper wife. Who would ever want to be your concubine if not to protect their family? Did you really think you were some great catch? Don’t overestimate your own importance. All these years we pretended to fight over you, it was just for the sake of survival."

She paused for a moment before her voice grew sharp. "If you were a real General, then fine, we wouldn’t have dared to cross you. But you’re not. You’re just a murderer, an impostor who stole another man’s identity. We are daughters from respectable families, yet we were forced to be concubines to a fraud like you. It’s disgusting. You absolutely disgust me. The one thing I don’t regret is cheating on you."

The third concubine, standing to the side, quickly added, "There’s something I’ve been dying to say for ages. You’re useless in bed, yet you still follow others in taking so many concubines. And then you have the nerve to blame us for not bearing you a son? Pfft! You know, every time you came to my room and asked me, ’Wasn’t I amazing?’ I wanted to scream in your face: You’re not! You’re terrible! You’re absolutely useless! Pfft! A few thrusts and you dare call yourself amazing? It’s no wonder we couldn’t have children. The problem isn’t us, it’s you! Look, we’re all perfectly capable of bearing children, but not one of them is yours. What does that tell you? It means you’re the one who can’t perform! You’re the one who’s useless!"

Another concubine, her face also filled with hatred, chimed in, not wanting to be outdone. They had nothing left to lose now, so they held nothing back.

"All these years, every time you left my room, I would have to bathe many times because I found you so filthy. I once had a very happy home. It was an ordinary life, but my husband treated me wonderfully. Did you think I didn’t know? You set your sights on me. Not long after, my husband was run down and killed by a ’crazed horse.’ Can you dare say you didn’t arrange all of that? But we had no power, no proof. If I hadn’t discovered I was pregnant at the time, desperate to preserve a trace of my husband’s bloodline, I would have tried to take you down with me. All I can say is that this is fate. Sooner or later, you will pay for my husband’s life. I only pity my daughter, she is still so young."

Caleb Jacobs’s eyes widened.

"No, that’s impossible... How could you know?"

"Bitches! You’re all unchaste whores!"

"You old dog, Caleb Jacobs! This is your retribution! HAHAHA! Retribution! You should have died long ago!"

As for the other two concubines, they had simply been unbearably lonely and found lovers. In short, with all four of his concubines, Caleb Jacobs was so thoroughly cuckolded it was as if he had a vast, glowing-green pasture growing on his head.

The interrogators in Vardengrail had seen all sorts of things, but they had never encountered a situation quite like Caleb Jacobs’s. The concubines’ shocking declarations—especially the "You’re not! You’re terrible! You’re absolutely useless!"—made even the guards’ faces burn with secondhand embarrassment.

’Good thing it’s not us she’s talking about,’ they thought. ’Any man who gets called useless by his own wife... if word of that got out, what a humiliation. No way. We have to go home tonight and... ah... cultivate a better relationship with our wives from now on.’

The Prison Director of Vardengrail, seeing Caleb Jacobs in such a pathetic state, couldn’t hold back his chatty nature and felt compelled to say a few words.

"If you want to get by in life, you’ve got to wear a little green. It’s fine. Even if the children aren’t yours, the concubines were with you for a time. Try to look on the bright side. This all just goes to show that this is the retribution for all the evil you’ve done. Remember to do good deeds and be a better person in your next life. Then you might just manage to have a child that’s actually yours."

This Prison Director had a nagging mother, and he had picked up her habit of running his mouth. It was precisely this tendency that had caused him to offend his superiors and get thrown into this post guarding Vardengrail.

As soon as the words were out, Caleb Jacobs’s face turned beet red. His eyes rolled back in his head, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed out again.

The Prison Director waved a hand nonchalantly.

"Don’t let him die. Quick, bring him around."

"It’s not his time to die. He can’t die now. He still hasn’t had the free meal we owe him. If he dies, it’ll look like I’m mistreating prisoners and not feeding them. Someone, bring a bucket of water and splash him awake! If he dies now, there’ll be one less head at the execution ground tomorrow. When my superiors come looking for someone to blame, who’s going to be responsible?"

As the Prison Director, he absolutely could not afford to make a single mistake.

...

That same evening, Aaron Sinclair received a report from his Hidden Guard.

When he read that all four of Caleb Jacobs’s concubines had cuckolded him, his eyes practically sparkled with delight.