Chapter 434: Seed of Legend!

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Godhead: Luo Yan

Legendary Factors: The Demon King of Thunder County, the Flame King south of the Wanren Mountains, the generous, wealthy, and benevolent Prince Colin, the civilian councilor born in the Demon Temple, the founder of science, the son of God in the Twilight Province...

Influence share: 1.8% (↑0.9)

Overdraft limit: 0%

Control efficiency: 100%

Myth Seed (Demigod): 0

Legend Seed (Grandmaster): 1 (+1)

Amethyst Seed (Amethyst): 0

Diamond Seed (Diamond): 0 (-1)

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The night is deep.

The noisy atmosphere in Quemu Castle, which had been bustling all day, finally calmed down, replaced by the soft sound of patrolling soldiers' armor rubbing against each other and the crackling sound of campfires coming from the distant camp.

Kallen walked slowly along the cold stone corridor of the castle, carrying a brass candlestick.

The flickering candlelight illuminated her beautiful face and also revealed a hint of confusion and uneasiness deep within her clear eyes. While her simple nun's robe concealed her voluptuous figure, it couldn't mask the anxiety she felt at the moment.

She came to the door of a guest room, took a deep breath, calmed her pounding heart, then raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

Sarah, who was wiping the dagger, raised her eyelids and then lowered her gaze.

In fact, she knew who was coming by the sound of footsteps, and her reaction just now was purely subconscious.

Luo Yan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, said something casually without opening his eyes.

"Come in."

Just now, he discovered that his influence share had broken through from less than 1% to more than 1%, and he was finally able to condense a legendary seed.

Without any hesitation, Luo Yan immediately upgraded his soul level from Diamond to Grandmaster. Now his level cap has reached LV170.

Although his level is far from reaching the upper limit of LV130, the diamond level, it does not prevent him from enjoying the "tribute" of his believers in advance.

In addition, we have gained a lot of power of faith this time. After we return, we can consider promoting a group of diamond-level demon generals.

I hope they don't slack off in their cultivation while I'm away. Otherwise, even if I give them the opportunity to upgrade, they won't be able to reach diamond level immediately.

That way, it would not be possible to highlight that it was I who helped them break the bottleneck, which would not be conducive to making the demons remember the Demon King's kindness.

The door opened gently and Kallen walked in.

Luo Yan opened his eyes and looked at the devout nun.

Perhaps it was because she embodied the faith of the people, or perhaps it was because the change in position altered her aura, but he could clearly feel that this girl who once wandered helplessly in the snow, cursing the unfairness of fate, had become completely different from before.

Regardless of temperament.

Still the same.

The flickering candlelight gave her features a faint sanctity, as if she were truly a person serving the gods.

I’m afraid even her former relatives might not be able to recognize her now.

"Mr. Colin, I'm very sorry to bother you so late at night," Kallen placed the candlestick on the table, bowed awkwardly, and said softly, "I just wanted to ask if you're getting used to living here. The castle is simple, so if you feel uncomfortable in any way, please let me know. I'd be happy to help you."

Her words were filled with piety and respect, as well as a subtle admiration... or perhaps it could be interpreted as trust.

Luo Yan could see that she was not being sincere. His eyes that seemed to see through everything were filled with a hint of smile, and he spoke in a casual tone.

"I'm fine. The conditions here are much better than the long journey. But you seem to be worried. Is there something bothering you?"

Kallen's cheeks flushed slightly as he saw through her thoughts. After a brief silence, she nodded gently and unpacked her sorrow.

"As you instructed, we have led the lost sheep back to the right path and, as you expected, fulfilled their three wishes. However... they seem to have become dependent on our help and are unwilling to let us leave them."

After she finished speaking, she raised her head, looked at Colin devoutly, and spoke in an earnest voice.

"I beg you to give me guidance again and tell me...what should I do next?"

Unlike her relaxed appearance in front of her believers, she only reveals her confusion in front of the gods she serves.

Luo Yan listened to her confusion patiently and said after a little thought.

"Isn't this good?"

Kallen was slightly stunned.

"Very good, I mean..."

Looking at the face that was stunned by confusion, Luo Yan smiled faintly and explained in a gentle tone.

"I didn't say I'd take you away after fulfilling their wish. Since they think you're their Saint, and they want to carry on the will of the Saviors, then why don't you just faithfully play the role of Saint?"

Karen didn't expect Mr. Colin to say that. She was a little at a loss for a moment, especially when he said that he didn't plan to take her away.

"But, but... I don't know where to take them! I'm worried that I'll lead them into another abyss—"

Luo Yan interrupted her confusion and spoke patiently.

"I must tell you, not even the gods can predict what will happen in the future. All I can see are the possibilities after countless choices. The future path is ultimately decided by humans. You must learn to listen to your inner voice and do what you believe is right."

"Believe that it is the right thing to do..." Kallen muttered to herself, chewing over these words in her mind, a hint of enlightenment seemed to appear in her eyes.

"That's right." Luo Yan nodded and said with a smile, "Also, before I solve your confusion, I may have to put a little pressure on you."

Kallen suppressed her confused look and pretended to listen attentively.

"Please go ahead."

Luo Yan thought about his words for a while and then spoke.

"A soul with a strong sense of justice is heading towards Twilight City from the Duchy of Campbell. All of you combined, including those in the castle, are no match for that person."

This battle will lay the foundation for the prosperity of the Duchy of Campbell. The feudal lords' serf troops will be vulnerable in front of the industrialized Duchy of Campbell. At that time, the attention of half of the continent will be focused on this tiny country on the northeast 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 arrived.

The Duchy of Campbell is entering a special period. The conservative nobles and the enterprising king are standing on opposite sides, and the king's reliance has rarely changed from nobles to common people.

The Campbell people have waited for this day for a thousand years since the reign of Isaac. This blazing fire will not be affected by anyone's will or pain.

The role played by "Colin" is merely a catalyst.

Even without this prince from the empire, with Archduke Edward's ambition and the support of the Andes family, they would sooner or later come up with something similar.

I heard that they have recently come up with bonds, and it will probably not be long before they come up with "paper money" due to the tightening of liquidity.

The common people, who have long been vassals of the aristocracy, will rise in this trial and gradually awaken their own will.

"Then... what should we do?" Kallen looked at him blankly, unable to fully digest the meaning 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 the man might become their enemy or their ally.

Looking at the uneasy Kallen, Luo Yan smiled slightly and suddenly changed his tone to a relaxed one.

"It's actually very simple. Since you have no chance of winning on the battlefield, don't let the outcome be decided on the battlefield. Instead, let them see another possibility—"

"Even without the nobility, you can still live well, even better than before."

"By that time, even a knight holding the 'Sword of Righteousness' will begin to doubt the righteousness of his mission."

…

After Kallen left.

Tafu finally stopped pretending to sleep, stretched her neck, and looked at Luo Yan in surprise: "Are you kidding me? They were still in the feudal era yesterday. Where are you taking them?"

She had never considered transferring the advanced social system of the Zeta Empire to the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom to govern the lizardmen. After all, it would simply mean that the chief would no longer be called a chief but a head of state, and the slaves would no longer be called slaves but employees.

What's the point of this?

The root of maintaining the serf society is not a piece of land deed, but the complex social relations between people and the social tacit understanding formed over a long period of time.

However, her vision was still limited to the laboratory, and she didn't know that there was a card drawing game in this universe. It was obviously the same character with a different skin, but she could make a lot of money with a higher rarity.

Of course, Luo Yan had no interest in money or land, and he didn't even care about the so-called power or even supernatural powers.

He just needs faith.

That is the source of all power in this world. He wants to try and see what interesting things will happen after he becomes a god.

Looking at Tafu's incredible expression, 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 true god."

…

The iron hoofs of the army of justice are still marching towards the northern border of Ryan. After two weeks of training, the farmers 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, there is a deserted border town near the Wanren Mountains.

This place was once a trading hub for humans and dwarves to trade furs and minerals, but now all that remains are deplorable ruins and starving people wandering among the ruins.

Their eyes were numb and there was no life in their pupils, but the vultures circling in the sky were full of energy.

A dying old man leaned against a collapsed wall and was about to take his last breath, but he saw a tall figure blocking out the pale afternoon light, and then a kettle was handed to him.

The old man used his last bit of strength to grab the kettle, and without caring who handed it to him, he tilted his head back and drank it down in gulps.

Next, he was handed a piece of broken bread, which he ate without caring about anything else.

Perhaps because he was full, he had some strength and finally saw the tall figure in front of him through the cracks in his eyes.

He was a man nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders. On his back was a massive sword, almost as tall as he was. The blade, wrapped in thick leather, was indistinct, yet it possessed a weight as immense as a mountain.

The old man had only ever 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 the disputes of humans.

"Young man...you should leave quickly. This is not the place for you..." The old man panted softly and warned in a mosquito-like voice, "Don't think I'm scaring you...There's no food. Go somewhere else..."

He seemed to have forgotten who gave him the bread he had just eaten.

The man didn't care. After taking back his kettle, he whispered.

"What's going on 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 it seemed as if he had used up all his strength.

The man waited for a while, and when he saw that the old man did not answer, he did not force him anymore.

He left a piece of bread under the poor man's arm, then got up and left in silence.

His dust-covered robe rustled through the silent streets as he walked with heavy steps towards the center of the town.

I vaguely remember that there was a church there, and perhaps the priests there would know something.

The hungry people along the way saw this uninvited guest and hid in the shadows like frightened rabbits. Some were too weak to move and just looked at him with numb eyes, not knowing whether they were praying for salvation or for the sword to kill them.

The air in the town was filled with the smell of blood and decay, and corpses pierced by spears were scattered everywhere on both sides of the road, left for vultures to feast on.

It's not just vultures.

In order to survive, I no longer care about other things.

The further the man moved forward, the heavier the expression on his face became. His face, as hard as a brass door, was suppressing anger that was imperceptible to others.

He had not been to Hell.

But he believed that hell was just like this.

Finally, he found the church he remembered, but he couldn't get in.

At the door of the church, there stood a hill of skulls and corpses.

There were priests among them, but obviously not only priests. The vast majority were civilians who had close ties with the church, or were even suspected of having such ties.

Flies buzzed around their heads and maggots multiplied on their bodies, as if all this was a sacrifice to evil spirits.

The man carrying the greatsword stopped for a long time and silently made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"...It's blasphemous." He squeezed out a word, his voice without any emotion, but still trembling slightly.

It wasn't because of fear.

But anger.

Even though he was different from the vast majority of Rhodes people, not a devout believer, and believed more in the sword in his hand than in the gods above... he was still a human being after all.

And these guys who enjoy killing people can obviously no longer be called human beings.

He walked forward and saw the body of a nun whose eyes were still open. The fear before death was still frozen in her wide-open eyes.

A spear pierced her body, allowing her to stand facing the statue even after death. Her eyes were gouged out, and a head seemed to be stuffed into her bulging belly... One can imagine what kind of treatment she suffered before her death.

He remembered her name, Lily, a common name in the Kingdom of Lion, especially among orphans taken in by the church. When he had passed through this town on his way to Brass Pass to confront the threat of Chaos, she had offered him a glass of water, attempting to impart the truths of the Holy Book to him, guiding him as he lost his way.

He even teased her, saying that he was from Rhodes and knew more about what was written in the Book of the Holy Word than the people of the Empire. It was too naive for a mere trainee nun to want to give him guidance.

At that time, she was still a little unconvinced, saying that she would study the doctrine hard, and when he passed by here next time, she would make him feel the truth hidden in the holy light.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, her soul had already gone with Saint Sis...

The man was silent, stretched out his rough big hands, and gently closed her eyelids.

At this moment, a dark aura pierced 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 to prevent the offerings to evil spirits from being eaten by hungry people and vultures!

However, the force was still too weak, and it turned into fragments and disintegrated the moment it touched him.

There was no change in his expression, as if he had just crushed a blind ant to death.

The hungry people around didn't know what was going on. They just saw that this foreigner dared to pray for the priests, and they were so scared that they fled away.

This is true even for those who are so hungry that they are only breathing their last breath.

Not long after, a patrolling team discovered this place.

They wore green turbans on their heads, and their faces, filled with fat, showed arrogance and pride. They couldn't be more satisfied with this paradise of "wine pools and meat forests", and believed from the bottom of their hearts that this was an excellent gift to the whispers in the dark.

The fact that the joyful gods bestowed upon them victory after victory was 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 broadsword, a cruel smile on his face. "What? Still want to collect the bodies of Saint Sith's lackeys?"

Before the man with the greatsword could answer, another man with a green turban next to the soldier grinned and said.

"Boss, stop talking to him! He doesn't look like someone who's hungry!"

"Tie him up and interrogate him again!"

Seeing that the man remained silent, the leading soldier gradually realized something was wrong. He pulled at his headscarf and lowered his voice as if sensing danger.

"May I have your name?"

"Gunter Steingrabe."

"Gang...what Bei?" The soldier was stunned for a moment. He felt that the name sounded familiar, but it was too long to remember.

He took another look at the man. Although he was dressed simply, the big sword behind him did not look like an ordinary item.

This guy even has a last name!

Maybe he is a fallen nobleman!

Thinking of this, the soldier's eyes gradually showed greed and he licked his cracked lips with his tongue.

"Oh, he's a noble lord!"

He turned around excitedly and waved forward.

"Brothers, take down this Saint Sis's lackey! He must have a lot of treasures on him!"

In the continent of Os, nobles have surnames, but not all people with surnames are nobles.

But these green brains obviously cannot process such complex information and are too lazy to process it.

That's just an excuse to kill.

Killing and robbing are what they want to do most.

However--

This time they seem to have picked the wrong target.

The soldier just turned his head, but found that he could not stop his head at all, and it was spinning in the air like a top.

He saw his headless body, his brothers torn into pieces, and the man's hand that had been on the hilt of his sword...

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 Eternal Hunger Claw.

As the price, or gift, for believing in the evil spirit, his soul will be reincarnated forever in the insatiable hive city of Urgos under the name of "The Desirer".

Hunger will haunt his soul until all the stars burn out and the universe heat dies...

Gaunt looked at the torn body calmly, then silently released his hand holding the hilt of the sword and waited quietly there.

Killing ten people was not enough to vent his anger, and finding them one by one was too troublesome.

He decided to stand here and keep killing until blood flowed like a river, using the blood of sinners to comfort the souls of the dead!

…

Unlike the corpses strewn all over the town, the military tent of "butcher" Malachi was a place of real feasting and drinking.

He is one of the twelve leaders of the Green Forest Army and was also the first guy to follow "Green Turban" Kailan to cause trouble.

But unlike Kailan, that guy really robbed the rich to help the poor, and he put the stolen things in his own pocket.

At this moment, he was sitting shirtless on the looted gold, silver and treasures and the randomly piled cashmere furs. He roughly stuffed a piece of sizzling, greasy roasted meat leg into his mouth, and then drank it with a sip of blood-red wine.

"Hahaha! It feels so good! It feels so damn good!"

Grabbing a piece of gorgeous velvet tapestry to wipe the grease from the corners of his mouth, Malachi once again cried out in pleasure.

That was really enjoyable.

He was originally a slave risking his life in the dueling arena, but now he finally made it to the audience, driving those who were watching him cheer and have fun into the dueling cage.

Of course, he is a man with high tastes and it is obviously impossible for him to be satisfied with spiritual enjoyment alone.

In the process, he unexpectedly discovered that as long as he pleased the whispering voice in the dark, he could gain unimaginable power from the empty black shadow!

In the process of learning by doing, he slowly figured out a pattern.

Killing people makes you stronger.

Eating people will only make you stronger!

Let one group of people eat another group of people, and he can become an omnipotent god!

Malachi, who realized this, was as excited and surprised as Castellón I who discovered the New World.

He also discovered the secret of becoming a god!

Thanks to the ritual Urgos taught him, his strength had skyrocketed like wings. And just recently, he was pleasantly surprised to discover 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 nothing more than gold or even platinum. At best, they could fight on equal terms with the nobles' knights, and it was difficult for them to really gain an advantage.

After realizing how awesome he was, Malachi's confidence soared to the point where he even looked down on "Green Turban" Kailan.

Although I don’t know the current strength of the other leaders, I don’t think they can be stronger than me.

After all, "only" he knows the secret to becoming a god.

Just as he was enjoying himself, one of his men came crawling in, his face full of fear.

"Boss, boss! It's bad! Something happened in Graystone Town. There's a guy who came out of nowhere and kills everyone he sees... Thousands of brothers stationed there are almost dead!"

Malachi paused for a moment and impatiently threw the unchewed bone aside. Several women with dirty faces and chained around them pounced on it like wild dogs to grab 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 fine wine, took a sip, and moistened his throat before speaking.

"He's dead, so what's the fuss?"

A group of peasants carrying muskets. He didn't expect those guys to do anything. He just left them there to watch over the "altar" for him.

Um……

By the way, the altar is there.

Suddenly remembering this, Malachi sobered up a little and glared at the soldier and asked.

"Who did it?"

Overwhelmed by the fierce aura, the soldier was so frightened that he almost wet his pants and stammered.

"No, I don't know! He was carrying a large sword, all alone. He looked like a fallen nobleman, but maybe he was a knight..."

"snore?"

Malachi snorted, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, like a beast discovering new prey.

A knight who can fight against a thousand people alone must be at least gold level, or even platinum!

He had just broken through to diamond and was worried that no one would test his sword, but he didn't expect someone to come to him so soon.

"Looks like a decent character has arrived. I'm also full, so why not go meet him?"

He stood up, picked up a large bloodstained scimitar from the weapon rack, and walked out of the tent with a grin on his face.

Facing the noisy camp, he roared at the top of his voice, and the sound was like a muffled thunder.

"My personal guards! Stop eating and gather here! It's time to get to work!"

Soon, thousands of soldiers gathered in front of him.

They were muscular and had fierce eyes, like bloodthirsty hounds.

The Chaos Rituals do not only apply to Malachi himself, but can also be used to strengthen his subordinates.

Each of them has strength that is no less than that of bronze!

That is the threshold for lower-level transcendents. Experienced adventurers who frequently go into mazes are probably at this level.

"Set off!"

Malachi waved his hand and led a huge crowd to Graystone Town ten kilometers away.

At the same time, Gunter, standing in a sea of ​​corpses, finally showed a slight change in his indifferent expression.

"Here it comes..."

The lackey who sold his soul to Chaos finally showed up in person. I want to see what that thing is.

However, he was soon disappointed.

That aura is diamond at best.

And it was obvious that the man did not deliberately restrain his breath. Instead, he wanted to spread the smell on his body farther, for fear that others would not know his strength.

Too weak...

Is this really "The Desirer"?

According to the great sage, Urgos, the Eternally Hungry Claw, is not an easy creature to deal with.

He would rather believe that the true chosen one is someone else rather than this ugly and weak thing.

The fat ant finally crawled in front of him, bringing with it its man-eating minions.

Malachi swaggered to the front of the team, dragging the scimitar in his hand on the ground, making a crackling sound, and inflicting fear on the silent swordsman with his cruel grin.

However, just as he took a step forward, a drop of cold sweat suddenly ran across the corner of his grinning mouth.

The fear from the depths of his soul was like the claws of a corpse, tightening his heart.

What’s going on?!

That feeling... was just 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 flashed for a moment, which made the blood in his body seem to solidify and his legs felt like they were filled with lead.

The bloodthirsty declaration he had been brewing all the way was stuck in his chest. He had intended to describe in detail how he massacred the church, but at this moment he forgot how to organize his words.

Looking at the wild boar in front of him that opened and closed its mouth but could not speak, Gunter slowly spoke, and his calm voice floated into everyone's ears.

"Draw your sword."

He didn't want to know the man's name, nor was he interested in why he killed someone.

Only the gods can see all causes and effects, and he is only responsible for sending them to see the gods.

Malachi's forehead was like rain, with beads of sweat rolling down.

However, the ignorant and fearless soldiers behind him could not feel the overwhelming pressure emanating from the Sword Saint at all, and were still shouting excitedly.

"Crush his head!"

"Kick his head off!"

"Wait, leave him a head, I think that guy can fit another one in his stomach!"

Under great fear, Malachi finally gave up the dignity of a strong man, tore open his stuck throat, and roared loudly and cunningly.

"Brothers, come on! Chop him into pieces!"

A thousand ordinary people might not be able to stop this guy, but the personal guards he brought with him are not ordinary people!

Although the soldiers were surprised why their leader gave up this opportunity to show off, the word "brothers" did ignite their passion.

They drew their swords and let out bloodthirsty howls, charging forward like the undead from hell, just as they had rushed towards the church that had given up resistance.

Looking at the charging soldiers and the Green Army leader who was trying to hide behind the crowd, Gaunt's mouth curled up in a cold mockery.

"coward."

What's the use?

He did not draw his sword, but simply moved his feet slightly.

The color of the sky turned into a gray-red, and the earth turned into the withered yellow outside the pass.

This is the "realm" he comprehended when he was fighting against the ogres in Bronze. Although he is still a long way from becoming an omnipotent god, he can already use the sword in his hand to open up a world that belongs only to him and become the god of this world.

He never thought that he would use this trick against his own people, but... these people can no longer be called human beings.

The ogres in the dimensional desert are more human than them.

Seeing the town suddenly disappear and the yellow sand that replaced it, the soldiers who were originally showing off their might became panicked.

They finally realized why their leader didn't rush forward but left the opportunity to them.

"what happened?"

"This... magic?!"

They couldn't understand the power of the demigod and could only try to explain it with magic or illusion.

Malachi, holding the scimitar, was completely desperate. At the moment the field was formed, he felt that the voice in the dark seemed to have disappeared and hid in the invisible void.

Their connection is broken!

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it is interrupted or not. Not even Chaos can save him from the demigod.

"Don't be a human in your next life."

Those were the last words Malachi heard.

Until the very end, he didn't have the courage to hold on to his weapon and fight. Like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, he was cut in half by the sword energy that seemed to be able to cut through space, and then torn into pieces thinner than meat threads by an invisible force...

The battle was over just as it had begun.

As the domain dissipated, Gunter was the only one left in the square in front of the church. Those arrogant soldiers seemed to have disappeared, without even their bodies left behind.

He looked back at the blood-stained cross, nodded slightly, then tore open a magic scroll, set a fire, and burned the bloody pile of corpses into ashes.

After finishing everything, Gaunt looked back and found that the hungry people hiding in the shadows were looking at him in fear.

A glimmer of pity flashed in his cold eyes, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"It's over. You are free."

The square was silent, and the only response he got was silence.

Gaunt didn't know what to say, so he sighed and walked towards the exit of the town.

He knew that this scar would probably take a long time to heal, but it seemed that the only thing he could do was to cut off the rotten flesh to prevent everyone from being devoured.

At this moment, 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 the town.

A disheveled boy was lying beside the old man and sobbing. He seemed to be his relative.

Gaunt noticed that the bread that the old man had been holding under his arm was gone, but it was evidently not eaten by the boy.

Maybe the old man wanted to leave the bread to his grandchildren, but the moment it was seen, the bread no longer belonged to them.

Gaunt clenched his fists and spoke 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 the alley.

A group of hungry people huddled there, looking at this side with fear in their eyes. Some of them confessed their sins, while others regretted why they did not strangle the boy to death.

Obviously the bread was not eaten by one person.

Gaunt looked at those hungry people and suddenly thought of the former Greystone Town and those passionate and carefree people.

They are very similar to dwarves, especially in their outspoken personalities and generous drinking capacity. However, unlike dwarves, they do not hold grudges like dwarves do, and are a very good group of people.

They are obviously the same group of people...

His clenched fists loosened unconsciously, and Gunter looked at the thin child and whispered.

"May I have your name?"

"Urion..."

"Urion, do you want to learn swordsmanship?"

The boy didn't understand anything, but nodded anyway because he felt he couldn't survive there.

Those people had already eaten his grandfather, and sooner or later they would eat him too.

A rare smile appeared on Gunter's expressionless face, and he stretched out his rough big hands to rub his messy hair.

"Follow me."

(End of this chapter)