Chapter 420 The Majesty of the Dragon God

In this long, unknown night, no one except the devil knows that the real prophet is a guy named Mark.

Although that guy had no skills and was full of complaints, he miraculously predicted one thing -

"They turned the kingdom's women into prostitutes. Some of them sold their butts in sheep's clothing, while others wore well-dressed clothes and sold their butts... and the men were trained by them to become spiritual dwarfs, sheep under the stick, and turtles in the pond."

They are the nobles of the Kingdom of Rhodes.

Of course, maybe this can't be considered a prophecy.

Their souls had already rotted away long before the Demon King's corruption arrived.

Not because of Hell, not because of Chaos.

This blame cannot be shifted to anyone else.

…

The next morning, the mercenaries extinguished the campfire, packed up the pots and pans, and Thomas's caravan set off in the hazy mist.

Along the way, Thomas, sitting in the caravan, had an uneasy expression on his face. From time to time, he lifted the curtain to look at the front of the team, and then cast his gaze at Colin's carriage not far away.

Less than a mile after the convoy drove out of the valley, several figures appeared on the dirt road ahead.

Three cavalrymen reined in their horses and stood across the middle of the road. The leader was a man with a face full of flesh. His leather armor was polished to a shine, and the long sword at his waist swayed with the breathing of the horse.

He was none other than Captain Carbin, a cavalryman under the command of the famous Sir Richter.

Carbin is now a big shot in Eagle Rock Territory, so it is naturally impossible for him to handle such a small matter personally. His subordinates will take care of it for him.

Thomas' heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously looked at the mercenary leader next to the caravan.

The sturdy-looking man didn't hesitate and simply shrugged his shoulders, giving his boss a helpless look.

He didn't mind fighting bandits, but fighting the lord's soldiers was not within his scope of business.

Of course, he didn't think his boss would be so foolish as to provoke the lord's men for a strange woman. They had agreed last night: if they could get her out, they would help her. If they couldn't, it was God's will...meaning she should stay here and face her own fate.

Thomas was conflicted for a while, but finally he sighed and waved his hand to signal the caravan to stop.

Then he jumped off the carriage, walked forward with a flattering and humble smile on his face, and came in front of a cavalryman.

"Sir, we are a caravan registered with the Merchant Guild in Longshi City. I wonder what you are doing..."

Before he finished speaking, the leading cavalryman raised the whip in his hand, motioning him to shut up, and then spoke slowly.

"I'm not interested in what you do. I just want to know if there's someone we're looking for in your team."

Thomas swallowed and said nervously.

"I wonder who you are looking for, sir..."

"A woman, or a fugitive. She is wearing a black robe, or maybe nothing at all, with messy hair, maybe brown, maybe black... Do you have any idea?" The cavalry captain spoke slowly, while his eyes passed over his head and scanned the convoy behind him.

"What crime did she commit?" Before Thomas could speak, the mercenary boy standing behind him suddenly couldn't help but speak.

As soon as these words came out, Thomas and the mercenary leader's expressions changed almost at the same time, and they all looked at him - including the cavalryman sitting astride the warhorse.

The young man himself was a little scared and his face turned pale, as if he was regretting what he had blurted out in a fit of rage.

certainly.

It's not entirely regret.

There are profit-seeking Rhodes people in this world, and of course there are also devout Rhodes people.

He could turn a blind eye to the blasphemy in the camp, but if he were asked to personally participate in such a hellish act, he would never do such a thing.

In the Holy Book, the sin of silence is a lesser sin, but if one personally pushes an innocent person into hell, the guilt is greater than that of the devil.

I believe this is why Mr. Thomas hesitated for so long.

However, the cavalryman was probably in a good mood and did not punish him for interrupting. Instead, he answered his question with a smile.

"Blasphemy, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Stared at by that dagger-like gaze, the mercenary boy swallowed hard and moved his stiff neck left and right.

"No, no more."

"very good."

The cavalry captain nodded, but his eagle-like sharp eyes did not move away from him, and then he emitted a strange light as if he had discovered prey.

"Well, let me ask you now... Do you have any idea about the person I'm looking for?"

The cavalry captain paused for a moment, and without waiting for the young man to answer, he added another sentence with a smile.

"Your eyes tell me that you seem to know her."

The cold wind in the forest was like the suppressed growl of a snow wolf in the wilderness.

Faced with three riders with lazy eyes, a dozen fully armed mercenaries didn't dare to breathe, and they had none of the bravery they had when they were drinking in front of the campfire yesterday.

Even Thomas, who grew up watching epic stories of heroes, now had a heavy face, his lips were pale and trembling slightly.

The woman wrapped in a long robe huddled in the caravan, covering her mouth in fear, trying not to make any sound.

However, her efforts were meaningless, as escaping the lord's soldiers by chance only happened in the stories of bards.

These guards wouldn't bother searching personally; they investigate cases not out of a sense of justice but out of profit.

Until they found the person they were looking for, no vehicle could pass through here. They would detain all passing convoys here, and then those merchants eager to do business would naturally encourage their guards or mercenaries to go into the forest to find the person for them.

Can find the best.

Can't find her...it doesn't really matter. The "nun" who escaped was originally someone that Lord Carbin wanted, not the Lord.

After confirming that the fugitive had starved to death or been eaten by wolves in the forest, they would eventually release all the caravans they had detained. However, in return, they would demand a sum of money from the merchants to handle the case as compensation.

Those frightened businessmen will be happy to pay for this peace, and only a few will cause trouble for themselves.

Of course, the above is only based on the premise that people cannot find it.

If someone deliberately shielded a fugitive pursued by Lord Carbin, that would be another matter. They were simply more focused on their own affairs, not completely unemployed.

Finally, the mercenary leader couldn't bear to embarrass his boss, and he didn't want to watch things get worse.

He made the sign of the cross on his chest, begged for Saint Sis's forgiveness, and then walked to the caravan where Karen was hiding.

"Don't blame me." Looking at the terrified face, he muttered, reached out, and picked her up like a chicken.

"No! Let me go!"

Kallen screamed and struggled desperately, trying to break free from the mercenary leader's big hand, but she couldn't shake the powerful palm at all.

Her messy hair was scattered on her thin shoulders, and she was crying inconsolably.

"I didn't blaspheme Saint Sis! He's lying! My family sold me to Linna, and they owe her money!"

"I don't want to go back! That devil! She forced me to do blasphemous things! When I refused, she beat me!"

"And her thugs, and that Carbine, they are the devils who blaspheme God! The devils of hell! You... you are just like them! You will go to hell!"

Her sobbing was mournful and desperate, like a blunt knife cutting into every heart that had not yet lost its humanity.

The caravan members turned their heads away reluctantly, and several young mercenaries also lowered their gazes silently, not daring to look directly into those eyes filled with fear.

In the past, there were prostitutes in sheep's clothing in Eagle Rock Territory, but most of them were poor people who were forced by life, or people who had allowed themselves to fall into depravity.

And now, it seems that it is not just those guys who have sold their souls to the devil, but also some people who have no choice.

The cavalry captain didn't look at Kallen, nor did he pay attention to the crying. Instead, he raised his eyebrows with interest and cast his gaze on Thomas, whose face was pale.

The latter forced a stiff smile from his face, knowing that he could no longer hide it, and explained to the cavalry captain who had a playful expression on his face.

"We did encounter a suspicious woman yesterday... but believe me, we had no idea she was a blasphemer."

"I hope so." The cavalry captain gave him a meaningful look. "Lord Carbin has a keen eye. He won't let any accomplice of evil go free."

"Yes, sir, you are right. We will definitely cooperate with your investigation..."

Thomas's mouth twitched.

He naturally understood the implicit meaning, so he endured the pain and took off a purse from his belt. While cursing in his heart, he forced a flattering smile on his face and respectfully handed it to the cavalry captain.

"My lord, this spring in the northern wilderness is exceptionally cold. Thanks to your tireless efforts, Eagle Rock Territory has achieved prosperity and stability. This is a small token of my appreciation. It's not an expression of respect... but rather a drink for you, my brothers."

These robbers!

I helped them catch the fugitive, and not only did I not get a reward, I even had to pay him some money!

Looking at the profiteer who buried his head deeply, the cavalry captain took the money expressionlessly and weighed it twice.

As Thomas nervously peeked at him, he finally tied it around his waist, a smile appearing at the corners of his taut mouth.

"Of course, the respected Lord Carbin would never wrongly accuse any kind-hearted person... I think you are good people."

For the sake of money, he chose to show mercy.

Thomas, looking pale, managed a weak smile.

"I'm glad you think so..."

He knew they had passed.

At least I've passed this hurdle.

Kallen was still crying loudly and struggling with all her strength, and then the mercenary leader threw her in front of the three cavalrymen.

Her voice was completely hoarse from crying, and she didn't even have the strength to struggle. Only weak gasps came out from under her messy long hair.

The cavalry captain smiled gentlemanly, looked at Kallen who looked desperate, and continued in a joking tone.

"Don't be afraid, ma'am. Lord Carbin never wrongly accuses any sinner. If you truly haven't blasphemed the gods, Saint Sith will surely forgive you."

Those empty eyes were like frozen lake water, without a trace of life, as if they were dead.

Perhaps because she knew she was doomed, she no longer had the strength to beg for mercy and could only murmur like a prayer.

"I don't want to go back to that place... I'd rather die than go back!"

"That's not up to you."

After saying that, the cavalry captain urged his horse forward and reached out to grab Karen's hair. His originally gentlemanly smile turned ferocious.

If it were half a year ago, he would probably hesitate to do such a drastic thing, but now this is no different reason for him to go to hell.

and--

Isn't Sir Richter, who deserves the retribution the most, still alive and well? No matter what, it is not my turn as a small person to rank ahead of that great man.

Perhaps, Saint-Sis is really dead.

Just as he was thinking this, a pressure that seemed to come from the depths of his soul descended like a thunderbolt, causing his heart to tremble.

What’s going on?!

In the carriage not far away, Tafu, who had been leaning against the window and watching silently, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

This blatant bullying ignited a trace of anger in the eyes of this "alien" from a higher civilization, and a trace of the majesty of a dragon leaked out uncontrollably.

It was an aura that would scare even the Demon Lord's mount, Arakdo, not to mention the horses present.

The mules pulling goods were fine. They had things tied to their bodies and the drivers were watching them from behind, so no matter how noisy they were, they wouldn't run away.

However, the horses under the three cavalrymen were in a miserable state.

They stood up in fear, screaming wildly, trying to escape from here, and almost knocked their owners to the ground.

"What happened?!" a cavalryman shouted in panic and pulled the reins desperately, but he could not control the mad horse at all.

"Could it be... a demon beast?!"

The cavalry captain's face turned pale and his voice trembled.

Only a Silver-rank or higher Magical Beast could emit an aura powerful enough to cause their warhorses to lose control! And the fact that all three warhorses lost control simultaneously meant that the aura released by that beast must be at least a Gold-rank Magical Beast!

No matter which one it is, they are not opponents they can deal with.

It was as if they saw death beckoning to them, and the fear from the depths of their souls completely crushed their will.

The three men turned their horses around, tumbling and crawling, not even bothering to pick up the weapons that had fallen to the ground. They fled like crazy in the direction they came from, and disappeared into the shadows of the forest in the blink of an eye.

Almost at the moment the three figures disappeared, the restless horses and mules in the caravan all calmed down.

They looked around in horror, not knowing what was happening, then gradually calmed their breathing and turned their attention back to the weeds on the roadside.

The tense atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant.

Everyone in the caravan looked at this dramatic scene in amazement, their faces filled with shock that could not be described in words.

They didn't understand what the dragon's pressure was, and they didn't think that the gods would perform miracles for a prostitute who was oppressed by evil forces.

In the eyes of mortals, they only saw three arrogant lord soldiers fleeing without warning in front of Mr. Colin's carriage.

This strange scene can only be explained by one word -

That's magic.

Thomas was the first to come to his senses.

"S-Sir..."

He walked quickly to the side of the carriage, but did not dare to get too close. He just bowed from a distance, his voice stammering with excitement.

"Thank... thank you for your kindness! If you hadn't helped me, I... I really don't know what I would have done!"

Looking at that smile which was not much uglier than crying, Luo Yan knew very well that this was certainly not what Mr. Thomas really thought.

After all, the money had been paid, and Colin was forced to install it, but the trouble was his own... Now he could only pray that Lord Carbin would fart and that he would not meet anyone who recognized his face when he came back next time.

The mercenary leader smiled bitterly, scratched the back of his head, and felt like he was neither here nor there. He walked silently to the back of the convoy.

He also had endless complaints in his heart.

You are so awesome, why didn't you take action earlier...

On the contrary, the rookies who had just entered the industry had their eyes shining, whistled at Mr. Colin's carriage, and even cheered excitedly.

"As expected of Mr. Colin!"

"What kind of magic was that just now? Did you see it?"

"No! But I feel like my breath has frozen! I can't make any sound, really!"

Kallen, slumped on the frozen ground, looked around blankly, not yet realizing what had happened.

She only felt a terrifying force grabbing her heart, and then the villains on horseback seemed to have seen a god descending to earth. They didn't even dare to say a harsh word, but turned around and fled at full speed.

Could it be...

Did Saint Sis really appear?!

The pair of eyes that seemed to be frozen finally regained their spirit, and the tears of survival flowed out with the last trace of fear in her heart.

Karen raised her muddy arm and wiped away her tears with her relatively clean wrist. Then she looked around and her eyes fell on a carriage.

She vaguely heard a name, it seemed to be Colin. The man was a magician, and it seemed that he saved her.

She climbed up from the cold frozen ground, holding up the black robe that was dragging on the ground, and limped to the side of the carriage. Then she knelt down without hesitation and put her forehead on the hard frozen ground.

Although her voice was trembling, it was extremely clear and sincere.

"Thank you... Colin... sir, thank you for saving me!"

Squatting in the carriage, Tafu quickly looked at Luo Yan, pointed at herself excitedly with her little paws, then proudly puffed out her chest and slapped the cushion with her tail twice.

Luo Yan knew what that impatient look meant. This little guy simply wanted to convey the "majesty" of the Dragon God through his mouth.

However, is the devil the kind of person who would “return lost property”?

Without a doubt, he is.

But there are more important things to do than explaining the misunderstanding and praising the Dragon God who has been dead for who knows how many years.

For example, comforting a wounded soul.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted by a slender hand, revealing a handsome and gentle face, so handsome that Kallen was stunned for a moment.

But soon, she lowered her head.

It wasn't because she was embarrassed, but simply because she felt that looking at the angel who came down to earth for even a second longer would be an insult to the gods.

Although Saint Sith did not carve his name into the snow, there was no doubt that the lord had done him justice.

"Sir..." She tried to repeat her thanks in a trembling voice, but was stopped.

"I'm not an adult, just a traveler like you."

Ignoring the impotent and furious "Dragon God", Luo Yan looked at the girl kneeling on the cold ground and continued in a kind tone.

"The ground is cold, get up."

Kallen hesitated for a moment, but finally stood up obediently, but still kept her head down, not daring to look directly at the respected adult.

"What's your name?" Luo Yan's voice was still gentle. He gently moved his index finger, and a blanket floated out of thin air and covered her shoulders that were wet with mud and water.

Feeling the warmth on her shoulder, the shivering Kallen looked up at him gratefully, then lowered her head again.

She whispered.

"Kallen... My Lord, my name is Kallen."

It seems that this is indeed her name.

Luo Yan could feel that she regarded him as the messenger of Saint Sith, and believers would never dare to lie in front of the gods.

"Karen, that's a good name."

After repeating her name, Luo Yan cast his gaze towards the distant south, then said in a gentle tone, "Well, Karen, you are safe now. What are your plans next? Can you tell me?"

Kallen tightened the blanket around her shoulders and spoke in a trembling voice.

"I...plan to go south."

"What exactly?"

"I, I don't know... I don't know where to go, but I can't go back to my hometown anymore. At least I have to leave the territory of the Duke of the North..."

Looking at the incoherent Kallen, Luo Yan spoke patiently.

"I mean, what do you want to do after you get to the South?"

This question made Kallen stunned again.

She raised her head again, and this time, the eyes that had witnessed the miracle became more confused than ever before.

do what?

She had never thought about this question.

From the moment she was sold, escape was her only thought and the only hope that kept her alive.

As for her life after escaping, she had no energy to think about it. Before her life changed drastically, she was just a farmer's daughter.

She didn't know what she could do either.

After a moment of silence, Kallen shook her head, a hint of uncertain hope in her eyes, and answered hesitantly, "I...I don't know, sir. But I think as long as we leave here and go to a new place, there will always be a way to survive."

I heard it's the land of knights.

I think the moral level in people's hearts is higher than that of the Rhodes people.

Hearing this naive answer, the smile on Luo Yan's face did not change, but a deep sigh appeared in his eyes.

It seems that there is no need to guess what a beautiful girl with no special skills can do in a foreign country where she has no relatives.

It seems that before the "evil wind" stirred up by the Demon King reaches the north, the evil wind in the north will first blow to the Duchy of Campbell...

Of course, it might have already been blown away.

"Poor child."

The words were spoken softly, but they were like an invisible needle that pierced Karen's heart.

She didn't understand why this adult looked at her with such compassionate eyes when she had clearly escaped from the cage and gained a new life.

Those deep eyes seemed to have seen her tragic future, causing an indescribable fear to rise uncontrollably in her heart, even completely washing away the joy of surviving the disaster.

Driven by her survival instinct, she took a step forward and asked in an almost pleading tone, "Sir, what should I do? Can you give me some advice?"

Luo Yan's gaze fell on the face stained with tears and dust. Instead of answering directly, he asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"Can you accept poverty? And give up all worldly desires and dedicate your life to faith?"

This question made Kallen stunned again.

It’s not because this choice is difficult for her, but because she has nothing and has never thought about those things.

Coming back to her senses, she nodded without hesitation, with a determination in her eyes that she had never seen before.

"Sir, I can!"

"Very good," Luo Yan finally showed a real smile on his face, "Then you can become a nun."

"Sister?"

Kallen stared at Colin blankly, as if she had never expected to hear this word, and her eyes became hesitant and confused.

"But...I haven't read the Book of the Holy Word."

This statement is still too conservative. She doesn't even know how to read.

However, Colin just shook his head.

"It doesn't matter."

"But……"

Kallen opened her mouth and wanted to say that no priest had baptized her, and no church would accept her whose identity and origin were unclear.

There is a strict process for selecting nuns, but she is just a country girl and doesn't even know what the process is.

However, the gentleman seemed to see through her inner hesitation and blew away all the confusion in her heart with a gentle and affirmative voice.

"I agree."

In an instant, all the anxiety in her heart disappeared, and even the vast forest and snowfield became clear and transparent.

Since Saint Sis has nodded.

It seems that the things I was worried about are no longer important...

He agreed.

(End of this chapter)