Chapter 470 The Saint's "Last Words"

The silver moon hangs high in the sky and the night is dark.

With the creaking sound of a capstan, the south gate of Dusk City opened heavily to the outside, leaving a gap just wide enough for two carriages to pass side by side. A group of people escorted a luxurious carriage out.

The light of the torches danced on the cold city walls, illuminating the tired and confused faces of the guards.

The curfew in Dusk City has not yet been lifted. Anyone who can leave the city at this time is either the governor's confidant or a noble whom the governor cannot control.

However, no matter who that guy was, they did not understand why this distinguished figure chose to leave the city at this time.

Although the siege of Dusk City is over, the defeated rebels and ratmen will not disappear just because their flags fall.

These guys who sold their souls to Chaos will change from organized bandits to unorganized bandits and bring disaster to the ordinary people of this land once again.

Right now is the most chaotic time, just like when the snow melts it's colder than when it snows. At least in the Twilight Province right now, there's no place safer than Twilight City...

People's joys and sorrows are not shared.

In the eyes of the citizens of Twilight City, the disaster is over and Twilight City is naturally the safest place, but those who are sober know that everything has just begun.

Lord Seron Gad sat in his richly decorated carriage, occasionally lifting the velvet curtains and looking out.

He had never been so punctual in his life, and he had never waited for others like this before. Today was an exception...

At this moment, a hundred light cavalrymen stood around his carriage. These cavalrymen were tall and strong, well-equipped, and exuded a fierce aura.

This is the last fortune of the Gad family and also Charlize Theron's last confidence.

Sharon waited patiently for a long time, and just when he was about to lose his patience, a capable figure finally walked out of the shadows outside the city.

"My Lord Earl, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Grega nodded slightly, his attitude still humble, but less respectful than when he was in the Governor's Mansion.

"Hmph, I'm glad to know." Theron snorted coldly, forcing himself to maintain his aristocratic demeanor. "Where are your people? Are they all ready?"

"Of course, please follow me."

Grega made a "please" gesture, turned around and walked into the depths of the night.

The convoy parked outside the city gate continued on its way. The sound of horses' hooves stepping on the soil was particularly clear in the silent wilderness.

They walked about three miles, and finally traces of a campfire appeared on the plain in the distance. Earl Theron's brow couldn't help but relax a little.

However, this sense of relaxation did not last long.

As the team got closer to the camp, the expression on Theron's face gradually became subtle, and a hint of doubt appeared between his brows.

This tent...

Is that a bit too much?

Not just tents.

The curling smoke didn't look like the food for two thousand people, but rather like tens of thousands of troops stationed here.

The reason why Charlize Theron felt this way was not because of his high military literacy, but purely because of "experience."

The army that besieged Quemu Fort before was about this size, maybe even smaller than this...

The team stopped at the edge of the camp. Theron swallowed hard, stuck his head out of the carriage, looked at the mercenary leader who was leading the way, and whispered.

"Mr. Gregar, are you sure...you are a mercenary group of 2,000 people?"

Grega grinned from his horse.

"Of course, how could I not know this about my own brothers?"

Theron coughed.

"No, I mean, isn't that a bit too much—"

"Please rest assured, my Lord. I can assure you that by this time the day after tomorrow at the latest, you will be comfortably lying in your bedroom in the castle."

Before Theron could finish, Grega interrupted him.

Not only that, the respectful title was unconsciously replaced by a title of equal status, and even had a hint of joking meaning.

Suddenly, a horrifying possibility emerged in Theron's mind, causing his obese body to tense involuntarily.

His pupils trembled slightly, he coughed lightly, and spoke with evasive eyes.

"I suddenly remembered that we haven't signed the contract yet. I have to go back to the mansion in Twilight City to get the seal—"

"Don't worry about that," Grega interrupted him again, with a bright and cold smile on his face, "Miss Sarah has already got it for you."

The color drained from Theron's face in an instant.

Sarah?

Who is that guy?

He racked his brains but couldn't remember where he had heard the name, and he was even more confused about how he had offended that guy.

But soon, this matter no longer mattered.

Looking over Grega's shoulder, he saw a familiar face at the entrance of the so-called mercenary camp.

The man had a battle axe on his shoulder and a bear skin draped over his shoulders. His face was full of banditry and he was giving him a welcoming grin.

"Praise be to Saint-Sis, Monsieur Count."

"We finally meet again..."

…

Faced with the dense array of raised muskets, the one hundred servants were quickly disarmed and imprisoned separately in the deepest part of the camp.

There are more than two thousand people stationed here, and even adding another zero wouldn't be enough!

Seeing that Theron was so scared that he peed his pants, Brennan did not make things difficult for him. Instead, he warmly invited him out of the carriage and took him for a stroll in the camp.

It is almost autumn and the weather has turned from hot to cool.

With her butt blown by the night wind, Charlize Theron felt her legs trembling, and the smile on her face was uglier than crying.

He hated only Baron Elaric.

If that guy hadn't ignored him at the banquet, how could he have believed the slander of the traitor and fallen into the hands of a group of bandits?

However, what he didn't know was that Baron Elaric's current situation was not very optimistic either. It was just that everyone had their own worries.

His end may not be bad.

It's just a pig on the table. It doesn't matter who raises it.

The king can support it.

Of course, the Demon King can also be raised.

Regardless of whether Sharon's pants were dry or not, the "instructor" of all the intelligence personnel of the Savior Army had already obtained the seal of Earl Quemu for the respected Demon King.

The edge of the Salvation Army camp.

A slender black figure appeared silently beside Luo Yan, knelt on one knee, and presented a wooden box with gold edges in both hands.

"Sir, I got what you wanted." Sarah's voice was as clear and cold as water, like the moonlight scattered in the woods.

"Well done, Sarah. Get up and report."

After giving a casual compliment, Luo Yan put down his hands behind his back, turned around and took the gold-rimmed wooden box from Sarah's hands.

When the lid of the box was opened, a seal carved from black agate was seen lying quietly on a velvet cushion.

The animal-shaped seal had been smoothed by time, leaving it with a gentle texture. Yet beneath the ancient seal, a faint stream of magical light could still be seen.

This seal carries the legal principles and glory of the Gad family for hundreds of years, although many things have now become a joke.

Luo Yan held the seal in his hand and looked at it for a while, as if he was looking at an exquisite stone.

Sarah stood up from the ground and continued to report in a steady tone.

"As you might have guessed, Seron Gard didn't completely trust our people and was wary. Before leaving, he wrote a 'suicide note' and entrusted it to his steward. If he met with an accident on his way back to Sparrow Castle, his eldest son would inherit his title, if they still had titles at that time."

If Theron died, the Inquisition might not necessarily judge him, after all, he had already gone to see Saint Sis.

As for whether his children can retain their secular titles and territories, that is another story.

"Where's his suicide note?"

"I brought it."

"very good."

Taking the Earl's suicide note from Sarah's hand, Luo Yan glanced at it briefly and couldn't help but curl up a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

This suicide note was written like a tragic song of martyrdom. It did not mention how Quemu Fort was lost, but only talked about how he fought wits and courage with the rebels.

Unfortunately, the Campbell people did not help him, so Theron Gad eventually lost the castle. People who didn't know him would think he was a hero.

If the king wanted to make a fuss about the Campbells, he might even make use of their corpse. After all, boasting about the "Light of Legend" would only bring shame to him. It would be better to praise a cowardly pig than to do that.

The game between the Royal Family of Ryan and Grand Duke Edward has just begun.

Perhaps this was the real reason why Theron had chosen to take a gamble. He had already sensed that the Inquisition was on its way. Cleaning up his mess would be best, but if that wasn't possible, a heroic death wouldn't be a disgraceful outcome.

Unless they really couldn't make ends meet, no noble from the Old World would willingly run to the New World and become neighbors with the devil.

As for now.

Now that the letter fell into the hands of the devil, all of Charlize Theron's preparations for a rainy day naturally became a joke.

"The suicide note is well written, and it happened to be written by the author himself. If Charlize Theron ever feels well again, he can read this letter to him."

Luo Yan put the seal and the suicide note back into the wooden box, and then handed them to Karen who was waiting beside him.

"Now that the legal issues have been resolved, as for what happens next, just follow my instructions."

"yes."

Kallen nodded obediently, then stretched out her hands and solemnly took the wooden box, her lowered brows full of piety.

The box was light, but in her hands it weighed more than a thousand pounds. She knew that it contained the future of tens of thousands of Salvation Army soldiers, as well as her own future.

Luo Yan nodded, then gave Sarah a look that said "time to go home", and was about to turn around and leave.

The envoy from the United Kingdom of Gutaf is still waiting in Thunder City, and Grand Duke Edward is also waiting for news from him there.

And Tuff.

His strength has improved a lot recently, but he has not had much time to sit down and meditate to consolidate his strength.

This time I go back and have some dragon eggs to replenish my energy.

Looking at the figure that was about to blend into the night, Kallen suddenly felt a strong sense of reluctance in her heart, and she couldn't help but speak.

"Your Highness."

"What's wrong?" Luo Yan stopped and looked back at her.

In the moonlight, Kallen's figure looked a little thin.

She held the wooden box with her head lowered, as if leaving everything to fate. She would speak as long as the sage had an even number of leaves.

Maybe I found it.

She raised her eyes, the moon in the sky reflected in her gentle pupils, and asked softly, "Where are you going next?"

Luo Yan thought for a while and said.

"Thunder City, what's going on?"

Thunder City...

She remembered that it seemed to be Irene's hometown.

"No, I just..." Kallen lowered her eyes, not daring to meet her god's gaze. A faint smile appeared on her lips, pretending to be relaxed. "I just... maybe I'm a little envious."

This time, she didn't leave the choice to Sage, nor did she wait for Colin's answer. She just continued talking to herself.

"I had never seen the Chosen Ones before. I always thought they were just a group of more powerful people. Until I met her, I began to believe... some people might really be favored by the gods."

“Her moon always sheds its bright tenderness on her when she needs it most. But some children have to walk a long, long way in the endless snow, for a very long time… and even then, they may gain nothing in the end.”

"One day, the moonlight finally fell on her as she ran desperately. However, perhaps it was not meant for her, but just happened to pass by her."

Her voice sounded like she was telling a bard's story, or like she was pouring out her inner emotions, carefully hiding her grievances behind a forced, relaxed smile.

She didn't want the god who was watching her at that moment to interpret her confession as jealousy, even though her thoughts were not as pure as they seemed.

She knew very well that her soul was as humble as a firefly, and that being able to get to where she is today was a rare blessing, and she had no right to expect more.

But Kallen still wanted to say it.

On the one hand, she felt uncomfortable holding it in her chest, and on the other hand... she was worried that if she didn't say it now, she would never have the chance to say it in the future.

After all, she is not Irene. She does not have the luck and strength of the Chosen One. Perhaps she has used up all her luck on the way here.

Chaos is but the shadow under the candlestick, while the Holy See is the vast, blazing sun.

Although she said "I am willing to fight the Church for you" very easily, she also knew in her heart that she might not live long.

But it doesn't matter. She is very open-minded about life and death.

After all, her life was saved.

These words seemed incoherent and the woman's name was not mentioned at all, but Luo Yan understood who she was talking about in an instant.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with what she said.

The vest "Colin" itself was tailor-made for the Duchy of Campbell, and Irene was just one of the characters on the stage.

In comparison, the story of Saint Karen was indeed made up by him, but it is not to the extent that he thinks that the made-up story is inferior to the carefully planned script.

after all--

We are all chess pieces of the devil, and the devil has another big chess game in the distant hell. If this game continues, when will it end?

Luo Yan thought so in his heart, but it was obviously impossible to comfort others in this way, so he thought about how to answer this question gently.

Sarah had a thoughtful expression on her face and unexpectedly looked at Kallen twice.

She had always disliked all humans except the Demon King, and Kallen was no exception. However, today she had a new respect for him.

This guy...

Maybe he is a loyal minister.

"I'm sorry to have you listen to so many of my complaints that have nothing to do with your ambitions. You might think I'm too greedy and petty, but really... I just want to tell you that I know I'm not special; my existence is merely accidental."

"However, please do not doubt my piety. I will continue to follow in your footsteps. You are the only god willing to listen to my voice and reach out to me. At least... even if it was just the accidental moonlight, it once illuminated me."

"I have finished what I have to say."

Kallen smiled sheepishly, the self-harming regret on her face quickly vanishing, transforming back into unwavering gentleness.

Even if she was about to face a tribunal that would scare the earl to death, she would not be afraid at all.

"...Don't make it sound like you're leaving a will. I may be a mage, but I have my limits. I never ask my people to do something that will undoubtedly lead to their death, and then call it a necessary sacrifice. Including what I've told you, every one of my plans has gone through a risk assessment. You may doubt my character, but you must trust that I'm a professional in this area."

That was close!

This woman almost tricked him out of his last vest!

But I think even if Kallen knew about it, she wouldn't be too surprised. She would just be happy to know another secret of the "Son of God".

Luo Yan suddenly felt that he had committed many sins and that his retribution was coming soon. However, he also felt that it would come as it pleased, as he would not have to worry about his debts anyway.

Looking at the face that was flushed red because of some unknown word, he left a few final words of warning before leaving in a concise voice.

"Also, there's one thing I need to correct you on."

"You are a very smart person. You guessed many of the hidden meanings that I didn't say. You should feel proud instead of inferior."

"Besides, you're not a god. How do you know you're not chosen by God, or favored by some unknown god?"

…

There is no doubt that "Saint Kallen" is blessed by the gods.

Especially after seeing the angel that descended from the sky, every Savior Army soldier believed it without a doubt.

Even including many citizens of Twilight City.

However, when people were carrying their bags and were full of confidence wanting to join her, she said something puzzling to everyone:

"Poor children, I am willing to answer your prayers and perform miracles to eliminate visible evil. But when you draw your swords against each other in my name, whose side shall I take?"

"You are all my children."

She seemed to be speaking in the name of Saint-Sis.

Thinking that it was the appearance of Saint Sith, countless believers knelt down on the spot excitedly. However, when they raised their heads again, the saint standing there had disappeared.

The corruption of Chaos has been dispelled, the war between gods has ended, and the next to appear will be the secular kings.

Perhaps Saint Sith didn't know who to help, so he sent down an oracle and took her away...

The wind and clouds were surging in the city at dusk, and some people with a keen sense of smell had already smelled the wind.

There are rumors that the king's butler loudly denounced the governor for treason at the celebration banquet, and indirectly questioned the Duchy of Campbell's impure motives.

He was right, but accusing others of impure motives presupposes that one is innocent. But can the king be that kind of little white rabbit?

Fortunately, Irene is no longer the naive little girl she used to be.

Her heart was hard enough, just like her sword, and she would not feel embarrassed at all because of a few indirect criticisms from an old man.

Of course, she retorted without any hesitation, scolding the sanctimonious Sclair so much that he fainted on the spot.

Of course, the Campbells did not work for the king for free. Most of them came here because of the governor's promise of land.

These landless farmers just wanted a piece of land to farm, and it just so happened that there were large tracts of wasteland in the Dusk Province.

They were willing to go there to open up the wasteland, just as they had sailed down the river to the south of the Wanren Mountains to expand the territory of the kingdom.

Now is the time for them to go upstream and serve the king!

However--

There was no way the king would allow them to do as they wished.

Anyone can farm this land except the Campbells.

Because there is a powerful principality behind them, they may turn the Twilight Province into the Twilight Principality as time goes by.

A weak Twilight Province will belong to the Devalu family, while a prosperous Twilight Province will only benefit the industrialists and businessmen of Thunder City.

It's better to make it weaker.

In this matter, Baron Elaric was flirting with the Duchy of Campbell...

Just as all forces were eyeing the upcoming piece of the pie, the Salvation Army became the only outlier among all forces.

They did not participate in cutting the cake, but quietly packed up their bags and left Twilight City quietly... although they were not at the cake-cutting table.

Perhaps sensing the coming storm, Saint Kallen not only rejected those believers who wanted to follow her, but also disbanded most of the army, retaining only the elite.

Most of the disbanded soldiers were farmers who were there to make up the numbers.

These people were not professional soldiers. When they worked for their lords, they fought in wars when there was a war and farmed when there was nothing else.

Now they have all been allocated their own land in Quemu County. The busy farming season will come in a few days, and it is time to go back and prepare for this year's harvest.

Quemu Territory is different from other places. As long as they are honest, they can get through this safely.

After all, thanks to the efforts of the "Holy Spirits", the churches burned down by Brennan were basically rebuilt, and there was no problem in dealing with the inspection.

The priests and nuns hiding in the castle were also safe and sound, and did not suffer any inhumane treatment due to the fall of the city.

In return for saving their lives, the clergy promised the saint that they would protect the peasants who had forgiven them because they believed in the same god.

It's also for themselves.

As for the elite troops retained by Kallen, some were intelligence personnel trained by Sarah, while others were former Green Army members like Brennan, and people like Raiden who were deeply tied to the Saviors.

The farmers can go back to farm, but they can't go back.

And only if they leave, others can push all the problems onto them and survive...

As for the intelligence personnel, they did not leave with Kallen, but were scattered in the castle and village under various identities.

Some of them were farmers, some were hunters, some were soldiers who had previously served the lords, and some were servants in the castle.

They do not know each other, only have a single line of communication with their superiors, and only gather together when there is a specific task.

As the eyes of the Savior Army planted in Quemu Territory, they not only monitor the movements of the Inquisition, but are also the sword hanging over the head of Count Theron.

On the first day the Earl returned to the castle, the Salvation Army's intelligence officers threatened him by placing a dagger under his pillow and replacing the red wine he drank in the evening with water.

Perhaps the Inquisition will arrive here soon and wipe out the so-called evil, but they cannot stay here forever.

Charlize Theron is now alone.

Those who could kill him just left here temporarily, but they are not dead.

At least before Saint Kallen was captured and burned to death by the Vatican, he could only choose to swallow his anger and endure it...

As for the elite members of the Salvation Army who left with Saint Kallen, no one knew where they went.

Some say they are in Twilight City and haven't gone anywhere, while others say they went deep into the Wanren Mountains, where they trained and gathered strength to fight against the evil forces.

Others said that they fled to the northern border of the Kingdom of Rhodes, where they spread the gospel of the "Son of God", and it seemed that they also took with them the "New Testament" given to them by the Son of God.

Maybe they are right, or maybe it's just a trick.

To be honest, no one has ever actually seen the New Testament, just as most people have never read the Book of the Holy Word.

But the difference is that everyone is curious about the book.

Whether it's the farmers in the fields or His Majesty the Grand Duke in Thunder City...

(End of this chapter)