After entrusting the task of guiding them during their escape to Ackerman and Casper, Todd led them back to the real world.

The two opened their eyes, and upon seeing the smiling Todd, Casper remained stunned, while Ackerman collapsed to the ground.

“Remember to keep what happened just now a secret.” Todd straightened up, dusted himself off, and turned his gaze to the panicked Ackerman: “Especially you.”

Seeing the latter nod and agree eagerly, Todd left the scene, leaving the remaining time for the two to slowly digest what they had just seen and heard.

The next soul linkers to be introduced were Boyle's people, and Todd ultimately chose the veteran warrior Fried and the shaman Minnie.

After bringing the two into the soul space, Fried's behavior was not much different from the previous duo. He knelt before Todd, crying out the names of his ancestors and gods.

In contrast, Minnie the shaman's performance left Todd completely baffled and unable to understand it.

Upon entering the soul space, the old woman, after a brief moment of shock, did not show the same awe as others. Instead, she displayed unprecedented kindness and enthusiasm towards Todd, as if she were seeing an old friend she had not seen for a long time.

After explaining the arrangements for the day of his escape to the two men, Todd returned to the real world.

Just as Todd was busily preparing his escape plan, a group of very special guests arrived at the Ulster royal palace.

Startled, Conchiob jumped down from his throne and ran quickly toward the visitor, exclaiming gleefully, "By the gods! What an unexpected guest!"

A woman of exceptional beauty, wearing a black gold crown and a uniquely tailored light purple dress, stood at the entrance of the council hall, surrounded by guards.

Her body was curvaceous and full-figured, exuding a captivating maturity, but her eyes were bright and clear, with dark and sparkling pupils, giving her a delicate and lovely pure beauty.

Two completely different temperaments were perfectly blended in one woman, making her the center of attention for all the men in the hall.

"Queen Maeve! I only heard that the Kingdom of Connaught would send an envoy, but I never expected it to be you!" Conchuber stared unabashedly at the expanse of white skin on her chest and said with ill intent, "Or is it that the men of the Kingdom of Connaught, out of fear of setting foot in Ulster, sent a woman to sue for peace?"

Upon hearing this, the attendants in the Connaught delegation began to loudly and angrily rebuke him, some even raising their fists and assuming fighting stances.

Maeve gestured for the servants to calm down, then smiled sweetly, her pale red lips trembling slightly as she swayed. This stunning sight made Conchier instantly forget what he was about to say.

“I’ve heard a rumor about the men of Ulster. They dare not face powerful enemies directly, but like to show off their strength by bullying women.” Maeve raised her head, looking directly into Conchierber’s eyes, without the slightest fear on her face. “Coincidentally, the women of Connaught also have a custom. They adore the strong, but offer only contempt and disdain to those arrogant men who only bully women.”

Maeve closed her captivating and beautiful eyes slightly and quietly asked, "King of Ulster, is this rumor about your kingdom true or false?"

Conchierber frowned, remained silent for a moment, then gave a heavy snort and returned to his throne.

"Queen of Connaught, let us skip this pointless conversation!" Connaught, seated on her throne, chin resting on her right fist, spoke with a sharp gaze: "I only have one question for you. Our two kingdoms jointly launched the Northern Alliance to conquer the South. But the Kingdom of Connaught betrayed us, secretly switching and smuggling away spoils from the Silver Ring Kingdom, and luring our army into an ambush, causing heavy casualties among the soldiers of Ulster. How do you intend to repay this debt?!"

As if she hadn't heard Conchierber's question, Queen Maeve had a servant bring her a chair. Just as she was about to sit down, she wiped the surface of the chair with her finger, examined it for a moment, and then shook her head in disgust.

"Queen Maeve! I am asking you a question!"

Concherber's roar only earned him a glare from the person involved.

“You really should have your palace thoroughly cleaned! Look at your furniture, and look at the floor! Any random country tavern would be cleaner than this! This formal attire of mine cost a fortune; it was a custom-made piece from Liliel's Clothing Store. If it gets stained, I'll have to send it back.”

Maeve's incessant accusations made Conchierber slap his forehead in exasperation.

Faced with such a composed, beautiful, and refined woman, the king suddenly found it difficult to muster even the slightest anger.

"Regarding the spoils of war, I think you've made a mistake?" Getting down to business, Maeve feigned innocence and slowly said, "The Kingdom of Connaught did not receive this fortune."

Concherber laughed angrily: "According to you, did all that gold and jewels grow wings and fly away?!"

Maeve's expression was unusually serious, but what she said was both laughable and absurd: "It's also possible that the gods accepted these offerings."

Concherber's veins bulged as he slammed his fist on the armrest and roared, "You think I'd believe your nonsense?!"

"So do you have any evidence? Witnesses? Physical evidence?" Maeve tilted her head and smiled.

Conchenberg gritted his teeth and growled, "No! But I know it was the Kingdom of Connaught that did it!"

Spreading her hands, Maeve said in a half-joking tone, "If we follow your logic, although I have no evidence, I know that the Supreme God has already descended upon the city."

Seeing Connaught and Maeve locked in a fierce battle of wits, Minister Vulgar stepped forward to act as a peacemaker, easing the tension in the hall: "Queen of Connaught, I've heard you love watching gladiatorial combat?"

“It’s not so much that I like gladiatorial combat, but rather that I like strong people.” Maeve’s eyes shone brightly, and her expression became more lively: “Aren’t heroes who shed blood on the battlefield and take the enemy’s head more captivating than those who only hide behind the scenes and scheme everything?”

Upon hearing this pointed remark, Concherber turned red with anger, his large hands squeezing the wooden handrail so hard it creaked.

Seeing this, Vorgal quickly added, "Queen Maeve, a grand gladiatorial match will be held at the Red Circle Arena in Ulster the day after tomorrow morning. At that time, you will be able to witness a meticulously prepared confrontation."

“That’s right!” Conchierber stood up and shouted, “The day after tomorrow, you will see just how invincible and unstoppable the warriors of Ulster are on the battlefield!”

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