Chapter 434 The legendary seed!
The kind Prince Colin, a civilian councilor born in the Demon Temple, the founder of science, the Son of God of the Twilight Province...
Influence share: 1.8% (↑0.9)
Overdraft limit: 0%
Dominion efficiency: 100%
Seed of myth (demigod): 0
Seed of legend (Grandmaster): 1 (+1)
Seed of Amethyst (Amethyst): 0
Seed of Diamond (Diamond): 0 (-1)
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The night is deep.
The noisy atmosphere in Quemu Castle after a whole day finally calmed down, replaced by the soft sound of the armor of patrolling soldiers and the crackle of bonfires coming from the camp in the distance.
Karen held a brass candlestick and walked slowly along the cold stone corridor of the castle.
The candlelight flickered, reflecting her beautiful face, and also illuminating a trace of confusion and uneasiness deep in her clear eyes. Although the simple nun's robe covered her plump figure, it could not conceal the anxiety in her heart at the moment.
She came to the door of a guest room, took a deep breath, calmed her racing heart, and then raised her hand and knocked gently on the door.
Sarah, who was wiping the dagger, raised her eyelids, and then lowered her raised gaze.
Actually, she knew who was coming just by the sound of footsteps. It was just a subconscious reaction.
Luo Yan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, said casually without opening his eyes.
"Please come in."
Just now, he found that his share of influence had exceeded 1% from below 1%, and he was finally able to gather a legendary seed.
Without any hesitation, Luo Yan immediately upgraded his soul level from Diamond to Grandmaster. Now his level limit has reached LV170.
Although his level is far from reaching the upper limit of diamond level, LV130, it does not prevent him from enjoying the "tributes" of believers in advance.
In addition, I gained a lot of power of faith this time. When I return, I can consider promoting a group of diamond-level demon generals.
I hope they did not slack off in their cultivation while I was away, otherwise even if I gave them the opportunity to upgrade, they would not be able to upgrade to diamond level immediately.
That way, it would not be possible to highlight that he helped them solve the bottleneck, which would not be conducive to letting the demons remember the kindness of the Demon King.
The door opened slightly, and Karen walked in from the outside.
Luo Yan opened his eyes and looked at the pious nun.
Perhaps it was because of the belief of everyone in her body, or perhaps because the change of position changed her aura. He could clearly feel that this girl who once wandered helplessly in the snow and could only curse the unfair fate had become completely different from before.
Whether it is temperament.
Still the same.
The flickering candlelight gave her outline a touch of holiness, as if she were a true person serving the gods.
I am afraid that even her relatives in the past may not be able to recognize her now.
"Mr. Colin, I'm very sorry for disturbing you late at night," Karen put the candlestick on the table, bowed somewhat awkwardly, and said softly, "I just want to ask, are you used to living here? The castle is simple, if you have any discomfort, please tell me, I will be happy to help you."
Her words were full of piety and respect, as well as a trace of unnoticeable admiration...or it can be interpreted as trust.
Luo Yan saw that she didn't mean what she said. There was a smile in those eyes that seemed to see everything, and he said in an easy-going tone.
"I'm fine. The conditions here are much better than the fatigue during the journey, but you seem to be worried. Is there anything that is troubling you?"
Kallen's cheeks turned slightly red as he saw through her thoughts. After a brief silence, she nodded slightly and spoke of her sadness.
"According to your instructions, we have led the lost lambs to the right path, and as you expected, we have fulfilled the three wishes they made. However... they seem to have become dependent on our help and do not want us to leave them."
After saying this, she raised her head, looked at Colin devoutly, and said in a sincere voice.
"I beg you to give me guidance again and tell me... what should I do next?"
Different from appearing to be at ease in front of believers, only in front of the gods she serves can she reveal her confusion.
Luo Yan patiently listened to her confusion, thought for a while and then said.
"Isn't this good?"
Karen was stunned for a moment.
"It's pretty good..."
Looking at the face that was stunned by confusion, Luo Yan smiled faintly and explained in a gentle tone.
"I didn't say that I would take you away after fulfilling their wishes. Since they think you are their saint and they want to continue the will of the Salvation Army, then you just have to faithfully play the role of the saint."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Colin would say this, and Kallen was at a loss for a moment, especially since he said that he did not intend to take her away.
"Yes, but... I don't know where to take them! I'm worried that I will take them into another abyss -"
Luo Yan interrupted her confusion and said patiently.
"I must tell you, even the gods cannot know what will happen in the future. All I can see are the possibilities after countless choices. The road to the future will ultimately be decided by people. You must learn to listen to your inner voice and do what you believe is the right thing."
"Belief is the right thing..." Kallen muttered quietly, chewing this sentence over and over in her heart, and there seemed to be a hint of understanding in her eyes.
"That's right." Luo Yan nodded and said with a smile, "Besides, I may have to give you a little pressure before solving your confusion."
Kallen calmed down her confused look and pretended to listen carefully.
“Please speak.”
Luo Yan thought about the wording for a while and then said.
"A soul with a sense of justice is heading towards Twilight City from the Principality of Campbell. All of you, including the people in the castle, are no match for that person."
This battle will lay the foundation for the Principality of Campbell to become stronger. The serf troops of the feudal lord will be vulnerable to the industrialized Principality of Campbell. At that time, the eyes of half the continent will be focused on this small land located on the northeastern coast of the Whirlpool Sea.
Historians of later generations will find various reasons for this victory, but from the perspective of the gods, one sentence is enough to summarize it-
Their national destiny has come.
The Principality of Campbell is entering a special period. The conservative nobles and the enterprising king are on opposite sides, and the king's reliance is extremely rare from the nobles to the common people.
Since the Isaac Dynasty, the Campbell people have been waiting for this day for a thousand years. This vigorous flame will not be diverted by anyone's will or pain.
The role "Colin" plays is just a catalyst.
Even without this prince from the empire, Duke Edward's ambition and the support of the Andes family, they would have brewed something similar sooner or later.
I heard that they have recently come up with bonds, and it is estimated that it will not be long before they come up with "paper money" due to the tightening of liquidity.
The civilian class, which has long been a vassal of the aristocratic class, will rise in this trial and gradually complete the awakening of its own will.
"Then... what should we do?" Karen looked at him blankly, unable to fully digest the things behind this prophecy, but she still instinctively felt a little uneasy.
The only thing she was sure of was that the gods were hinting to her that that person might become their enemy or their ally.
Looking at the uneasy Karen, Luo Yan smiled slightly and suddenly changed into a relaxed tone.
"It's actually very simple. Since you have no chance of winning on the battlefield, then don't put the victory or defeat on the battlefield, but let them see another possibility——"
"Even without the nobles, you can live very well, even better than before."
"At that time, even the knight holding the "right sword" will have doubts about his correct mission."
...
After Kallen left.
· Tafu finally stopped pretending to be asleep, stretched her neck, and glanced at Luo Yan in surprise: "Are you kidding? They were still in the feudal era yesterday, where are you taking them?"
· She had never thought of moving the advanced social system of the Zeta Empire to the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom to manage the lizard people. After all, it is just to let the chief no longer be called the chief, but to be called the head of state, and the slaves are not called slaves, but to be called employees.
What’s the point of this?
The root of maintaining serf society is not a piece of land deed, but the complex social relationships between people and the social tacit understanding formed over a long period of time.
However, her layout is still limited to the laboratory, and she does not know that there is a card drawing game in this universe. It is obvious that the same character can use a higher rarity to make a lot of money by just changing the skin.
Of course, Luo Yan has no interest in money, nor in land, nor does he even care about so-called power or even extraordinary power.
He only wants faith.
That is the source of all power in this world. He wanted to try to see what interesting things would happen after he became a god.
Looking at Tafu who looked incredulous, Luo Yan just smiled and started meditating again.
"That's why you can become a doctor and understand the relationship between supernatural power and the power of faith on your own, but you can never become a real god."
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The iron hooves of the righteous army are still marching towards the northern border of Lane, and the farmers who have been trained for two weeks are about to rush to the battlefield of justice... for the land promised by the Grand Duke.
But before the legendary light shone on this forest, the yellow sand outside the pass blew here first.
In the easternmost part of Dusk Province, a small border town near the Wanren Mountains was sparsely populated.
This place was once a trading hub for humans and dwarves to trade furs and ores, but now there are only lamentable ruins and hungry people wandering among the ruins.
Their eyes were numb, and there was no sparkle in their pupils. On the contrary, the vultures hovering in the sky were full of energy.
A dying old man was leaning against the collapsed wall, about to take his last breath, when he saw a tall figure blocking the pale afternoon light, and then a kettle was handed to him.
The old man used his last strength to grab the kettle, and no matter who handed it to him, he raised his head and drank it down.
Then a piece of broken bread was handed to him, and he ate it first without thinking.
Probably because he was full, he gained some strength, and finally saw the majestic figure in front of him clearly through the slits in his eyes that could not be opened.
It was a man nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders, and carrying a huge sword almost as tall as him on his back. The sword body was wrapped in thick leather. The appearance could not be clearly seen, but it had a feeling of thickness that was as thick as the Ten Thousand Ren Mountains.
The old man had only found a similar feeling in the hammers of the dwarves, but those drunkards with their noses buried in their beards had not come for a long time, and their king did not want to get involved in human disputes.
"Young man... hurry up and leave, this is not the place you should be..." The old man gasped softly and warned in a weak voice like a gnat, "Don't think I'm scaring you... There's nothing to eat, go somewhere else..."
He seemed to have forgotten who gave him the bread he just ate.
The man didn't pay attention. After taking back his kettle, he whispered.
"What happened here?"
There was a hint of fear in the old man's eyes, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he seemed to have run out of strength.
The man waited for a while, but when the old man didn't answer, he stopped pushing.
He left a piece of bread hidden under the poor man's arm, then stood up and left in silence.
His robe wrapped in dust swept through the dead streets, and he walked with heavy steps towards the center of the town.
I vaguely remember that there is a church there. Maybe the pastors here will know something.
The hungry people along the way saw this uninvited guest and hid in the shadows like frightened rabbits. Some people were unable to move and just looked at him with numb eyes, wondering whether they were praying for salvation or praying for the sword to give them pleasure.
The air in the town is filled with blood and rotten stench, and corpses impaled by spears can be seen on both sides of the road, allowing vultures to feast on them.
It’s not just vultures.
And in order to survive, I no longer care about other things.
The more the man moved forward, the heavier the expression on his face became. His face, as resolute as a brass gate, was suppressing anger that could not be noticed by others.
He has not been to hell.
But he believed that hell was nothing more than this.
Finally, he found the church in his memory, but he couldn't walk in.
At the door of the church, a hill made of skulls and corpses stood proudly.
There are priests among them, but obviously not just priests, most of them are civilians who are inextricably connected with the church, or even only suspected of being connected.
Flies buzzed on their heads and maggots multiplied on their corpses, as if they were sacrifices to evil spirits.
The man with the sword on his back stopped for a long time and silently crossed himself on his chest.
"...It's really blasphemous." He squeezed out a sentence from his mouth, without any emotion in his voice, but there was still a trace of trembling.
That is not because of fear.
But anger.
Even though he is different from the vast majority of Rhodes people and is not a devout believer. He believes in the sword in his hand more than the superior gods...but he is still a human being.
And these guys who enjoy killing people can obviously no longer be called human beings.
He walked forward and saw the corpse of a nun who had not yet laid her eyes to rest. The fear before death was still solidified in her wide eyes.
A spear penetrated her body, allowing her to still stand facing the statue after death. Her eyes were gouged out, and a head seemed to be stuffed into her bulging belly... You can imagine how she was treated before her death.
He remembered her name, which seemed to be Lily. It was a very common name in the Kingdom of Lane, especially among the orphans taken in by the church. When he passed through this town and went to Brass Pass to deal with the threat of Chaos, she handed him a glass of water, trying to convey to him the truth in the Holy Word and guide him in the direction of confusion.
He also teased her that he was from Rhodes and knew what was written in the Book of Holy Words better than the people from the Empire. It was too immature for a mere intern nun to give him directions.
She was still a little unconvinced at the time, saying that she would definitely work hard to learn the doctrine, and that the next time he passed by, he would definitely be able to perceive the truth hidden in the holy light.
Unexpectedly, when we met again, her soul had already followed Saint Sith...
The man was silent, stretched out his rough hands, and gently closed her eyelids.
At this moment, a dark breath penetrated into his palm like a sharp arrow.
That is the power of chaos!
In order to keep the abundant sacrifices in a rotten state, and also to prevent the tributes offered to evil spirits from being eaten up by hungry people and vultures!
However, the power was still too weak, and it turned into fragments and disintegrated the moment it touched him.
His expression did not change at all, as if he had just crushed an ant without eyes to death.
The hungry people around them didn't know what was happening. They saw that this stranger dared to pray for the priests, and they were so frightened that they ran away rolling and crawling.
Even those who are hungry and have only one breath left.
Not long after, a group of patrolling soldiers discovered this place.
They wore green turbans on their heads, and their faces full of flesh were filled with pride and glory. They couldn't be more satisfied with this paradise of "wine ponds and meat forests", and they believed from the bottom of their hearts that this was an excellent tribute to the whispering in the dark.
The joyous gods gave them victory after victory, which is the most direct proof!
Soon, they discovered the "fly" lying on the tribute, and immediately surrounded it arrogantly.
"Hey! What are you doing there!"
The leading soldier pointed his musket at the man carrying the sword, with a cruel smile on his face, "What? You still want to collect the body of Saint Sith's lackey?"
Before the man carrying the sword could answer, another green turban next to the soldier grinned.
"Boss, stop talking nonsense with him! You don't look like a hungry man!"
"Just tie him up and try again!"
Seeing that the man never spoke, the leading soldier gradually realized something was wrong, pulled the turban on his head, and lowered his voice as if sensing danger.
"What's your name?"
"Günter Steingrabe."
"Gun...what's the name?" The soldier was stunned for a moment, thinking that the name seemed familiar, but it was too long to remember.
He took another look at the man. Although he was dressed simply, the sword behind his back did not look like an ordinary thing.
This guy has a last name!
Maybe he is a down-and-out noble!
Thinking of the soldier here, his eyes gradually glowed with greed, and his tongue licked his chapped lips.
"Yo, he's still a noble man!"
He turned back excitedly and waved forward.
"Brothers, take down this lackey of Saint Sith! He must have a lot of treasures!"
In Osland, nobles have surnames, but not all people with surnames are nobles.
But these green heads obviously cannot handle such complex information and are too lazy to process it.
That is just an excuse to kill someone.
Killing and robbing are what they want to do most.
However——
This time they seem to have picked the wrong person.
The soldier just turned his head away, but found that his head couldn't stop at all and was spinning in the air like a top.
He saw his headless body, his brothers who were torn apart, and the man's hand that had been pressed on the hilt of the sword at some point...
When did this guy pull out the sword? !
Before he could digest the fear in his heart, his soul returned to the embrace of the Everhungry Claw.
As the price, or gift, for believing in the evil spirit, his soul will be reincarnated in the insatiable nest of Urgos forever in the name of "The Desire".
Hunger will accompany his soul until all the stars burn out and the universe heats up...
Gaunt calmly looked at the torn corpse, then silently released his hand holding the sword hilt, and waited quietly in place.
Killing ten people was simply not enough to vent the anger in his heart, and finding them one by one was too troublesome.
He decided to stand here and kill until the blood flowed into a river, using the blood of sinners to comfort the souls of the dead!
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Unlike the small town where corpses litter the fields, Malachi the Butcher’s military tent was a real wine pond and meat forest.
Him He is one of the twelve leaders of the Green Forest Army, and he is also the first guy to follow "Green Turban" Kailan to do things.
But unlike Kailan, that guy really robbed the rich and gave to the poor, but he kept the stolen things in his pocket.
At this moment, he was sitting bare-chested on the collected gold and silver treasures and the cashmere furs piled randomly. He roughly stuffed a piece of roasted, sizzling and oily meat leg into his mouth, and then drank a mouthful of wine as red as blood.
"Hahaha! It's such a pleasure! What a mother's pleasure!"
Grabbing a piece of gorgeous velvet tapestry and wiping the grease from the corner of his mouth, Malachi let out a hearty scream again.
That was really enjoyable.
He was originally a life-threatening slave in the duel arena, but now he finally made it to the audience, driving those who watched him cheering into the duel cage.
Of course, he is a person with high-level tastes, and it is obviously impossible to be satisfied with only spiritual enjoyment.
In the process, he accidentally discovered that as long as he pleases the whispering voice in the dark, he can obtain unimaginable power from the black shadow of nothingness!
In the process of learning by doing, he slowly figured out a pattern.
You can become stronger by killing people.
Eating people will only make you stronger!
Let one group of people eat another group of people, and they will become omnipotent gods!
Malachi, who realized this, was as excited as Castrion I who discovered the New World.
He also discovered the secret to becoming a god!
Relying on the rituals taught to him by Urgos, his strength rose like wings. And not long ago, he was even more surprised to find that he had officially broken through the diamond-level bottleneck!
Diamonds are a watershed.
In his impression, the other leaders of the Green Forest Army were just gold or even platinum. At most, they were on par with the knights of the nobles, and it was difficult to really take advantage.
After realizing how awesome he is, Malachi's confidence has never been greater. Even "Green Hood" Kellan doesn't take him seriously.
Although I don’t know what the other leaders are now, I think they can’t be stronger than me.
After all, "only" he knows the secret of becoming a god.
While he was enjoying himself, a group of men ran in rolling and crawling, with a look of horror on their faces.
"Head, chief! It's not good! Something happened over there in Greystone Town. There is a guy who comes from nowhere and kills people on sight... Thousands of brothers stationed there are almost dead!"
Malachi paused for a moment and impatiently threw the ungnawed bones aside. Several women with dirty faces and tied by chains rushed forward like wild dogs to fight for it.
Only the girl who was missing a leg did not move. She just stared at the bone in despair, as if she had lost her soul.
He picked up a bottle of Campbell's wine and took a sip, moistened his throat before speaking.
"If you're dead, you're dead. What's all the fuss about?"
A group of mud-legged men carrying muskets. He didn't expect those guys to do anything. They just left them there to watch the "altar" for him.
Hmm...
Hmm, by the way, the altar is there.
Suddenly remembering this matter, Malachi sobered up a little and stared at the soldier and asked.
"Who did it?"
Shrouded in the fierce aura, the soldier was so frightened that he almost peed his pants and stammered.
A knight who can stand up to a thousand men on his own must be at least gold level, maybe even platinum!
Having just broken through the diamond, he was worried that no one would try the knife, but he didn't expect someone to come to his door so soon.
"It seems like a decent character has come, and I've just had enough to eat, so I might as well go and have a meeting."
He stood up, picked up a bloody machete from the weapon rack, and walked towards the outside of the tent with a grin.
Facing the crowded camp, he roared at the top of his lungs, and his voice exploded like muffled thunder.
"My personal guards! Don't eat too much, come and assemble here! It's time to work!"
Soon, thousands of soldiers gathered in front of him.
The muscles on their bodies were knotted, and their eyes flashed fiercely, like bloodthirsty hounds.
Chaos rituals are not just for Malachi himself, but can also be used to strengthen his subordinates.
Each of them has a power that is not inferior to bronze!
That is the threshold for low-level transcendent beings. Senior adventurers who often go into mazes are probably at this level.
"Let's go!"
Malachi waved his hand and led a huge crowd towards Graystone Town, ten kilometers away.
At the same time, Gunter's indifferent expression finally changed as he stood among the mountains of corpses and sea of bones.
「Coming...」
The lackey who sold his soul to Chaos is finally willing to show up in person, let’s see what kind of thing it is.
However, he soon became disappointed.
That aura is like a diamond at most.
And it was obvious that the man did not deliberately restrain his aura, but wished to spread the scent further, for fear that others would not know his strength.
Too weak...
Is this really the "Aspirant"?
According to the great sage, Urgos, the Claw of Eternal Hunger, is not that easy to deal with.
He would rather believe that there is someone else who is the real chosen one, rather than this ugly and weak thing.
The fat ant finally crawled in front of him, bringing its man-eating minions with it.
Malachi swaggered to the front of the team, dragging the scimitar in his hand on the ground, making a clattering sound, and inflicting fear on the silent swordsman with a cruel grin.
However, the moment he took a step forward, a drop of cold sweat suddenly crossed the corner of his mouth that curled up in a sinister smile.
The fear from the depths of his soul was like the claws of a corpse, pulling his heart tightly.
What's going on? !
That feeling... was as if Saint Sith himself was standing in front of him.
The man didn't say a word, but the uncontrollable anger in his eyes was revealed for a moment, which made the blood in his body seem to have solidified, and made his legs feel like they were filled with lead.
The bloodthirsty declaration that had been brewing all the way was stuck in his chest. He was going to describe in detail how he massacred this church, but at this time he forgot how to organize the words.
Looking at the wild boar in front of him that opened and closed its mouth but could not speak, Gunter spoke slowly, and his calm voice floated into everyone's ears.
"Draw your sword."
He did not want to know the man's name, and he was not interested in the reason why he killed him.
Only the gods can see all the cause and effect, and he is only responsible for sending them to see the gods.
Malachi’s forehead felt like rain, and beads of sweat rolled down one by one.
On the contrary, the ignorant and fearless soldiers behind him could not feel the overwhelming pressure exuded by the sword master at all, and they were still shouting excitedly.
"Crush his head!"
"Kick his head off!"
"Wait, leave him a head, I think that guy can have another one in his stomach!"
Under great fear, Malachi finally gave up the dignity of a strong man, tore open his sticky throat, and shouted cunningly.
"Come on, brothers! Chop him into pieces!"
A thousand ordinary people may not be able to stop this guy, but the personal guards he brought are not ordinary people!
Although the soldiers were not sure why the leader would give up this opportunity to show off, the words "brothers" did ignite their blood.
Withdrawing their swords, they let out bloodthirsty howls, and rushed forward like the undead from hell, just like when they rushed toward the church that gave up resistance.
Looking at the charging soldiers and the leader of the Green Forest Army who was trying to hide behind the crowd, Gunter's lips curled up with a hint of cold mockery.
What's the use?
He did not draw his sword, but moved his feet slightly.
The color of the sky turned into a gray-red color, while the earth turned into a withered yellow outside the pass.
This is the "realm" he realized when he was fighting the ogres in Brass. Although he is still far away from the omnipotent god, he has been able to use the sword in his hand to carve out a world of his own and become the god of this world.
He never thought that he would use this trick against his own kind, but... these people can no longer be called human beings.
The ogres in the dimensional desert are more human than them.
Looking at the sudden disappearance of the town and the yellow sand that replaced it, the soldiers who were originally showing off their power were panicked.
They finally realized why his leader did not rush forward, but left the opportunity to them.
"What happened?"
"This...magic?!"
They cannot understand the power of demigods and can only try to explain it with magic or illusion.
Malachi, holding the scimitar, was completely desperate. At the moment when the realm was formed, he felt as if the voice in the underworld disappeared, hiding in the invisible void.
Their connection was interrupted!
In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is interrupted or not, not even Chaos can save him from the hands of the demigods.
"Don't be a human being in the next life."
Those were the last words Malachi heard.
Until the end, he did not have the courage to hold on to the weapon and fight hard. He was like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, cut in half by the sword energy that seemed to be able to cut through space, and then torn into pieces that were even shredder than the thread of flesh by the invisible force...
The battle was over just as it began.
As the realm dispersed, only Gunter was left in the square in front of the church. Those soldiers who showed off their power seemed to have disappeared, not even the bodies were left behind.
He looked back at the blood-stained cross, nodded slightly, then pulled open a magic scroll, set a fire, and burned the bloody pile of dead people to ashes.
After finishing everything, Gunter looked back and found that the hungry people hiding in the shadows were looking at him in fear.
With a trace of pity flashing in his cold eyes, he said in a hoarse voice.
"It's over, you are free."
The square was silent, and the only response to him was silence.
Gaunt didn't know what to say, so he sighed and walked towards the exit of the town.
He knew that it would take a long time for the scar to heal, but it seemed that all he could do was cut off the piece of carrion to prevent everyone from being swallowed up.
At this time, his eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly noticed a familiar corpse hidden in the corner.
That was the old man he met when he first entered this town.
A disheveled boy lay sobbing beside the old man. He seemed to be a relative of the old man.
Gunt noticed that the bread held under the old man's arm was gone, but it was obviously not eaten by the boy.
Perhaps the old man wanted to leave the bread to his grandson, but the moment he was seen, the bread no longer belonged to them.
Gaunt clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.
"Who did it?"
The boy looked at him in fear, slowly raised his hand, and pointed his trembling index finger at a side alley.
A group of hungry people huddled there, looking here with fearful eyes. Some were confessing their sins, while others were regretting why they didn't strangle the boy to death.
Obviously the bread was not eaten by one person.
Looking at the hungry people, Gunter suddenly thought of the Graystone Town of the past and those enthusiastic and carefree people.
They are very similar to dwarves, especially their bold personalities and generous drinking capacity. The difference is that they are not as vengeful as the dwarves, they are all a good group of people.
They are obviously the same group of people...
The clenched fists unconsciously unclenched, Gunter looked at the thin child and whispered.
"What's your name?"
"Urien..."
"Urien, do you want to learn swordsmanship?"
The boy didn't understand anything, but he nodded, because he felt that he couldn't survive here.
Those people have already eaten his grandfather, and they will eat him sooner or later.
Gaunt's expressionless face showed a rare smile, and he stretched out his rough hands to rub his messy hair.
(End of this chapter)