But being able to earn money doesn't necessarily mean you'll be able to spend it.
There were too many monsters, and some of the weaker adventurers had no chance of returning once they entered the battlefield.
The flesh and blood of those who perished will forever remain on the front lines.
Their bodies were scattered across the battlefield, their deaths varying in cruelty.
With the number of adventurers decreasing, the constant influx of monsters made defending the southern front extremely difficult.
Looking back now, if someone really did artificially widen the monster rift, what was their motive?
The answer should be jealousy.
Because those adventurers who earn less are jealous of their peers who make a fortune every day.
They resented their competitors who made a fortune amidst the chaos, while they themselves couldn't even get a share.
If there are more monsters, will everyone be on equal footing?
Thus, the monster rift was maliciously pried open, simply because of the unequal distribution of benefits.
But no one expected that the increase in monsters would affect more than just the acquisition of rewards.
Whether you can make money or not depends on your own capabilities.
In the past, everyone could make a fortune in the South.
But now, due to the malicious interference of some weak but jealous adventurers, everyone is in trouble.
Nowadays, even retreating to save one's life has become a major problem.
The thought of the Second Prince sent a sharp shiver down Aubney’s spine.
The jealousy that Owesser instilled in him filled him with utter disgust.
It was like a stinking swamp placed before him, almost making him vomit.
Given such intense jealousy, it's not impossible that the Second Prince could influence the adventurers in the south.
Albany was caught in a deep dilemma, then looked up and said seriously to Victor:
“Count Victor, you must be wary of Oweser.”
"Although I don't know exactly what's wrong with him, his 'jealousy' might be the key to this situation."
A hint of worry flashed in Albany's eyes.
After listening to him, Victor remained silent for a moment, seemingly sorting through the information Albany had given him.
After a while, he asked in a deep voice:
"So, the Second Prince never came back at all?"
Albany paused for a moment, searching his memory.
Albany was slightly taken aback, and his mind quickly searched for memories.
Indeed, ever since the news of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the elves and the empire spread, there have been reports that the second prince hastily left the south and is about to return to the capital.
The eldest prince was always worried about what Owesser might do in the south.
He was slightly relieved when he heard that Owesser was about to return to the capital.
He only chose to return to the capital after the war in the south had stabilized somewhat.
But now it seems that Owesser has not returned at all.
Because from beginning to end, he never received any news from Owesser.
Thinking of this, Albany's face was filled with terror, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
And Viktor's calm voice rang out again:
"If things are really as you say."
"Well, I think it's too late now."
"Varied……"
The eldest prince's eyes widened, and he was about to speak.
Suddenly, the deafening sound of horses' hooves echoed outside the banquet hall.
A series of crisp yet chaotic footsteps sounded like thunder from afar.
The bronze-colored figure swiftly swept across the land, heading straight for the banquet hall.
The knights drew their weapons as they saw the approaching figure, attempting to block him.
Gwen's pupils contracted as she quickly recognized the warrior on horseback:
“He is an Imperial soldier; there is no need to stop him.”
The knights, bewildered, finally snapped out of their daze, sheathed their weapons, and stared in shock.
They really are Imperial soldiers.
However, shouldn't the Empire's soldiers be stationed on the border year-round?
Feeling a gust of wind sweep past them, the knights could only watch helplessly as he rode his horse into the banquet hall.
The horse's hooves thundered as it pounded the golden earth, then it stepped over the red carpet and the steps, bursting into the golden forest.
The officer pulled on the reins, and the horse reared up, neighing loudly.
The nobles were terrified, scattering in all directions and collapsing to the ground, some even trembling as they clung to the walls.
My eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment.
Even the elves were startled, crowding into the throng and looking at the panting horses with some fear.
The officer had already dismounted, and the horse collapsed the moment he did, foaming at the mouth.
He hurriedly took off running towards one of the banquet halls.
The eldest prince saw everything and stared blankly at the officer who had barged in.
Seeing the other person covered in wounds, she scrambled to his side.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince!!!"
"The southern front has fallen!"
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