The World Dragon's Heir - Chapter 522

Chapter 522: Radio Broadcast
The children crawled out of their cages, and tried not to look at the main room as they followed Amie upstairs.

They crowded behind her as they saw the kitchen staff emptying the pantry, and Amie whispered to them.

“Are these servants that you know?”

“There were no female servants in the cells or the basement.” The girl whispered back.

Well, that at least eliminated most of the survivors from the future casualties.

“Tell me if you see one, and I will make him disappear.”

Dominic came down the stairs to see how the search was going, and frowned as he saw a large group of children with Amie, and a very confused cook holding a thirty kilo sack of rice.

“Aren’t they a bit small to be helping with the cleanup?”

Amie rolled her eyes. “You forgot to check the side rooms before you left, and they were in cages in the basement. I couldn’t just leave them down there to drown as the waters come up.”

“Ah, good find. Alright, is there anything else that we’re missing?”

“Other than eleven hours of your timeline? Are you missing anything?” Amie asked.

Dominic double-checked his supplies. “I have my storage items. I’m missing one rifle, one of my pistols seems to be melted, I’m down to one shirt, my sword is cracked, and I’m out of mortars.

Oh, the launcher tube is dented as well.”

“What did you do?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. It sounds like I had a pretty good time, though. Eleven hours and coming back out of artillery rounds? How could that be a bad day?”

“That depends who you used them on, now doesn’t it?”

“Did you get in contact with Wistover?” Dominic asked, changing the topic.

“Not yet. The radio is upstairs, right?”

Dominic nodded. “I assumed you would use magic of some sort.”

Amie shrugged. “I will do both, in case they try to pretend that you’re dead and use that to pressure concessions out of the Princess and Prince Alex.”

Before she went upstairs, she sent a message to Elder Manif, who responded with a simple “confirmed”. The radio room was on the top floor, and looked entirely intact, with no signs of a battle which might have damaged the gear.

That was a good sign, but she had to be sure that they hadn’t sabotaged it before they left.

There was a chance that the Dagos Nobles had destroyed the gear so that the peasants that they left behind couldn’t call for help.

Sure enough, when she flipped the power switches, nothing happened.

Amie sighed and slid under the desk to see what they had done. What she found was a tangled mass of unplugged wires, but no visible damage.

So, it was up to her to guess where everything went, based on manufacturer labels and her basic knowledge of radio transmission systems. Operating and sabotaging communications were part of the Duskblade Sect training for assassins, but she didn’t have to use it all that often, as it was usually a kill mission if she was sent on it.

After a few minutes of reorganization, the crackling sound of panicked nobles pleading for rescue as the floodwaters reached the highest points of their territory, filled the room.

There were prayers, desperate pleas for mercy, and angry denouncements of everyone who was seen to have caused this disaster.

With a dozen messages going out at a time, even if she broadcast the message, nobody would be able to hear it. There was simply too much radio traffic.

She sent the message anyhow.

{Duke of Wistover recovered alive. Estate previously abandoned.} She messaged, letting the simple words float out into the ether.

Somehow, her message got through. Whether it was her calm tone, or the power of her broadcast, it attracted the attention of many of the other broadcasters.

{Where are you?}

{Is it still dry there? Please, the storm surge flooded everything near the shore.}

{Are you on land? Please respond.}

Amie considered the options for a moment, then decided that killing off a few more of the Dagos Nobles wasn’t a terrible way to spend the day before the house flooded.

It was still raining hard everywhere except immediately around the Manor, and the waters should still be going up, even with the storm surge beginning to retreat, and the runoff to the ocean as the ground was saturated.

It didn’t take much to flood the whole area when there wasn’t anything more than fifty metres over sea level for hundreds of kilometres.

{We are broadcasting from the Manor outside Lytesin. Aim for the middle of the clearing in the clouds, and you will find us.}

Dozens of responses came at the same time, and Amie smiled at her brilliant idea.

If she had Dominic make more artillery, he could bomb them before they even close enough to disembark. Given that they had all evacuated in a panic, they were unlikely to be heavily armed.

Of course, if the water got any deeper, the navy would be an actual threat.

The airships weren’t a threat yet, but if the wind slowed, they could be. Any of them that tried to stay here had either been torn open or blown away by the storm.

No matter how good an airship was, it was no match for winds hundreds of kilometres an hour.

“Did you manage to get anything out over that noise?” Dominic asked as he entered the radio room.

“Not much. I think that I managed to lure a few more Nobles toward the Manor, though.”

Dominic smiled. “I will get the mortars ready.”

“I love it when we’re all working from the same playlist. Don’t forget that you can use the rifles from much further, if you have one left.”

Dominic nodded. “It was an older rifle that went missing. I’ve still got my regular use one, and the new custom one I made when I did Alexis’ personalized unit.”

“You really need to work on that. You’re hard on equipment, and you don’t even know where it went missing.”

Dominic shrugged. “Not that it really matters if everything is flooded. I can claim it went missing anywhere. For all I know, it’s in the basement somewhere.”