Chapter 113 "Safe Zone" and VIP Services
The blood-red beams of light wrapped around the crack disappeared.
The thick red fog, which had been eroded by the power of chaos, gradually returned to its original white state.
As the Chaos Gate closed, Novel rolled back into the void with his mumbling whispers.
The victorious warriors dragged their exhausted bodies back to Misty Town, ready to attend the banquet that would reward them.
At the same time, they also took care of the affairs of their companions who died in the chaos... at least bringing back their belongings for their loved ones.
Not only adventurers entered the town, but also the minions of the Demon King.
The demon king, who had disappeared for a while, reappeared on the back of Arakdo and appeared in front of the people.
Not only that, there are also his cloaked ghouls and demon servants.
But the most eye-catching thing is the little devil flying behind the devil.
Almost everyone saw it. She simply threw out three swords without hesitation and killed the Chaos Chosen One who was charging forward as if he was in an empty space in front of the Demon King.
That power was so strong that it was terrifying! Bathed in the fearful gazes, Sissi followed the Demon King with a barely perceptible smugness on her lips.
She really enjoyed the feeling.
In contrast, the way she looked at those adventurers and mercenaries became more and more contemptuous, as if they were bugs.
On the other side, looking at the small town in front of him that was dyed dark red by the filthy blood, the Pig-Headed Knight was as surprised as Granny Liu who entered the Grand View Garden, looking around.
"Shocked, there's a city in this maze?!"
The Tauren warrior glanced at the guy who was making a fuss and couldn't help but complain.
"Haven't you seen Iron Fang City?"
The Pig-Headed Knight chuckled.
"How can this be the same? It's just a mole's nest. How can it be compared to a proper human town like this?"
The Tauren warrior always felt that this guy was thinking of something bad again, but in the end he didn't ask.
Hu Wan, who was standing by, looked around the street and couldn't help but sigh.
"I really don't understand how this town has survived until today under the Demon King's nose."
"It's not hard to guess."
Looking at the streets eroded by the power of chaos, Yi Ye Zhi Qiu said casually.
"The Demon King's army can establish a base on the surface, so the humans on the surface can naturally open up a base in the labyrinth. I don't think it's strange... After all, adventurers can't only operate on the surface. They will always need supplies when they go deep underground."
As more and more people explored the maze, it naturally became a gathering place for adventurers.
When humans on the surface gain the upper hand, human armies occupy this place.
When the Demon King's army gains the upper hand, the control of the town belongs to the Demon King's army.
However, it is precisely because of this that this settlement exists with huge hidden dangers.
Neither the Devil's faith nor the faith of mankind has ever truly dominated this place.
The best explanation is that there is neither a church nor a statue of the devil here.
Due to the lack of order, this place naturally becomes a breeding ground for chaos and corruption.
Even if this hotbed does not actively produce chaos corrosion, it will automatically attract people carrying chaos corrosion to come here.
For example, the alchemist named Miranda.
In this world of supernatural powers, any abstract spirit can be materialized into reality.
Even "madness" itself.
And this must be the essence of the "Curse of the Mad Whisperer" and the strange fog of Novel.
The above are all his inferences based on the public information on the official website, and these clues connected together are surprisingly self-consistent.
I can only say that this game is unexpectedly real...
…
The entrance of "Rest in the Woods".
An exhausted adventurer put his sword aside, picked up the unclaimed accordion that had fallen on the ground, sat on the stone steps and played a melodious and light tune solo.
The melodious sound of the accordion somewhat diluted the sadness in people's hearts.
Some people hummed tunes following the rhythmic beat, while others sang improvised poems.
From then on, there was one more poet in the world.
To the accompaniment of the music, the survivors dragged the tables onto the street, preparing to have an open-air banquet to celebrate this hard-earned victory.
Only half of the adventurers and mercenaries who participated in the battle survived, and only one in ten of the entire Misty Town survived. The entire town was empty, and in an instant it went from being a bustling place to a deserted city.
Looking at Alex sitting alone on the bench, Charles, wearing knight's plate armor, walked over and placed his broad hand on his shoulder.
"You've done well... The battle against Chaos is different from the battle against humans or the Demon King's army. It's a miracle that half of the people survived."
Hearing this comfort, Alex's frown relaxed into a smile.
"Thanks."
In fact, he was not entirely feeling sorry for the dead mercenaries and adventurers.
Half of the reason is that he is thinking about the future path.
"I should be the one to say thank you." Charles gave the young man an encouraging smile, paused for a moment, and asked solemnly, "Have you ever considered joining the Knights?"
For the second son who has no inheritance rights, joining the Knights Templar is a good way out.
However, after hearing Charles' invitation, Alex did not agree immediately, but fell silent.
If my father knew that I had joined the Order of the Trident, he would be proud of me from the bottom of his heart.
There seemed to be nothing to hesitate about, but he always felt that this was not what he really wanted.
His ability is definitely not just to tame a horse, but a group of people or an army.
And gaining recognition from his father and brother should never be his greatest pursuit in life... Compared to such boring things, he should have more worthy ideals to pursue.
At this moment, Alex did not realize that the man riding on the back of the spider had planted a seed in his heart, and the name of that seed was ambition.
But even if he knew, he probably wouldn't admit it.
After all, he had no doubts about his own psychology. Even if he had received some guidance, it must have been the guidance given to him by Saint Sith...
"If what I still desire is to gain recognition from my father and brother, I will accept your invitation. But I'm sorry, I think... that's not what I'm pursuing."
"It seems that you have found your career," Charles patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "May Saint Sith bless you and hope that you will not go astray in the pursuit of your ideals... In addition, if you change your mind, feel free to come to me."
The rise of Chaos was no accident; the storm in the dimensional desert had already ignited the first spark.
The world once again faces the threat of the Outer Gods.
Whether it is to practice the teachings of Saint Sith or to protect themselves, the Trident Knights need to absorb more capable young people - especially commanding talents with experience in fighting against Chaos Evil Spirits.
Alex had a big smile on his face.
"I will."
Charles nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly saw the night elves around him stop what they were doing and all looked in one direction respectfully.
Following the gaze of the night elves, he saw a young man with pale skin and a dignified and cold expression walking towards him.
I don’t know if it was his illusion.
Charles always felt that the man in front of him who called himself the Demon King had become much stronger than when they first met.
Could it be that his previous battle with Chaos had caused him to please the gods beyond the mortal world? This situation is quite rare.
So much so that Charles couldn't help but look at him twice.
Luo Yan didn't look at him, but just glanced at the people around him and comforted them with a pleasant voice.
"No need to be polite, just continue preparing for the banquet. I heard that Tyrael took out his treasures, I have to look forward to it."
After hearing the Demon King's instructions, Shirley immediately jumped out excitedly.
"Don't worry, Lord Demon! My father likes to think about brewing wine when he has nothing to do - Ouch! Why are you hitting me?!"
Before she could finish her words, she was hit on the head.
After receiving a critical hit, Shirley covered her head with her hands and looked back angrily at her sister who was holding the canes, with tears of grievance in the corners of her eyes.
Ignoring someone's pretended pity, Helen nodded slightly and apologized to the Demon King.
"Please forgive my sister's rudeness...my father's doting has made her accustomed to being free and undisciplined."
"Hahaha, there's no need to be so serious. It's good to be a little lively." Luo Yan didn't think there was any problem. Instead, he felt that the Grey Wind Tribe was being too polite to him.
Helen breathed a sigh of relief and bowed again.
“Thank you for your understanding…”
After saying that, she dragged Shirley away from the preparation site and into a corner, despite her protests.
On the other side, after receiving instructions from the Demon Lord, the night elves who were preparing for the banquet returned to their previous work and prepared even harder.
Luo Yan saw a tall lady performing natural magic to repair the damaged house with vines dotted with purple flowers. The repaired house looked even more beautiful than before.
Helen said they were not good at gardening, but it seemed she was being modest.
Due to their lifespan, even the elves after their fall have achieved far more in the field of art than humans...but they are perhaps slightly inferior to their fellows living under the Tree of Iged.
Apparently he wasn't the only one who thought so.
Not far away, the owner of the "Rest in the Forest" hotel was looking at his neighbor's house with envy.
It was obvious that he wanted the night elf to renovate the inn for him, but he didn't know how to ask for it, or whether it was necessary to ask for it.
迷雾镇虽然从混沌的余波中幸免，但紧接着又落入了魔王的手中。
之所以跟着那些佣兵们一起回来，纯粹是因为他心中还抱着一丝念想——
万一魔王大人心情正好不错，突然发了善心，准许他把这家耗费他全部积蓄开起来的旅店继续经营下去呢？
虽然他也清楚，这种概率很渺茫……
也许这场庆祝胜利的宴会，这就是“幽林小憩”最后一次营业了。
然而就在他如此悲伤想着的时候，那魔王却对一旁的暗夜精灵说道。
“把这间旅馆也装点一下吧，就这么荒废的怪可惜的。”
那位暗夜精灵女士微微一愣，随后从善如流地说道。
“尊敬的魔王大人，我正有这个打算。”
旅店的老板错愕地看着魔王。
虽然后者从始至终并未对他说一句话，也未看他一眼，但那句“怪可惜的”，却又让他的心中不禁重新燃起了一丝希望。
圣西斯在上！搞不好他不用破产了？不——
也许他应该感谢的是魔神？可他是圣西斯教徒，感谢魔神那也太奇怪了！
就在旅店老板大脑陷入混乱的时候，罗炎朝着目不转睛盯着他的查理斯和坐在长桌前的亚历克斯走了过去。
看着迎面走来的“洛洛”，亚历克斯的脸上带着复杂的表情。
“我真没想到……你居然是，呃，魔王？所以洛洛这个名字是？”
“我从迷宫里捡来的，也许是那个冒险者掉的吧，”罗炎一笔带过了这个话题，随后继续说道，“重新自我介绍一下，我叫罗炎，你们也可以称我为魔王……就像其他地表上的人类一样。”
查理斯的喉结动了动，按捺住了灵魂深处涌出的悸动。
这时候动手绝无胜算。
还会把所有人都害死。
和查理斯不同的是，亚里克斯虽然明显露出了吃惊的表情，但并没有在此之上的敌意，反而是困惑居多。
“好吧……”
看着这个一脸欲言又止的小伙子，罗炎微笑着说道。
“还有什么问题吗？”
“没……”
亚历克斯本来以为这位“洛洛”会就易容药水的事情和自己说些什么，结果对方完全没提这档事，他也只能无奈地当做无事发生了。
不过被魔王利用了一把，倒是可以拿回去和人吹牛了。
前提是有人信的话。
见两人都没有要和自己说的话，罗炎随口关心了一句，主动打开了话匣子。
“你们感觉如何？伤势恢复的怎么样了，需要我的人帮忙吗？”
亚历克斯连忙摆手说道。
“不用不用，骑士团的人已经帮我治疗过了。”
查理斯也是一样，拘谨的点了下头。
“我们都很好……你呢？”
“完全没问题，”罗炎轻轻耸了耸肩，不在意地说道，“不过是捏死了一只飞进迷宫的虫子而已。”
查理斯苦笑一声，不知道该用什么表情面对这句话。
虽然梅尔骑士长背叛了圣西斯的信仰，也背弃了骑士的誓言，但那个人终究曾经是他的上司。
他只能岔开了这个话题。
“宴会结束之后，我会带着我的人离开这里……还有其他的冒险者们。另外，请恕我冒昧，我想听听您的打算……关于迷雾镇。”
这不仅仅是查理斯关心的事情，同时也是在场所有冒险者关心的。
如果失去了迷雾镇这座中转站，对于雷鸣郡的冒险者们而言无疑是个坏消息。
这意味着除了实力强大的冒险团能够进入迷宫深层领域，绝大多数实力一般的中下层冒险者都将被赶回浅层区域。
毕竟，不是所有人都拥有在迷宫中获取补给的能力。
面对查理斯的询问，罗炎用理所当然的语气说道。
“迷雾镇自始至终都是我的领地，包括迷宫的第四层。雷吉·德拉贡时代的事情我不关心，但至少站在我的立场上，站在这里的你们才是入侵者。如果没有发生这档事的话，我其实可以睁一只眼闭一只眼，但既然你们把事情搞砸了，那我只能收回这里的主权。”
查里斯没有说什么，只是轻轻耸了耸肩膀，一副早知如此的表情。
“你确实有这个权力。”
迷雾镇没有领主，也没有教堂，只是由冒险者工会经营的安全区而已。
虽然这对于冒险者们而言意味着绝对的自由，他们甚至可以在这里无视坎贝尔公国的法律，但相对的坎贝尔公国也不会有哪个领主跑来这里开疆拓土，为这里的冒险者提供庇护。
考虑到这座小镇的战略意义，他还是会试着为冒险者的索要一下属于他们的财产，但他并不会冒着触怒魔王的风险去做这件事。
毕竟那所谓的战略意义，仅仅是建立在魔王军入侵地表的前提之下。
而很明显，他面前的这位魔王似乎并没有那个野心。
至少现在没有。
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罗炎对于查理斯放弃对迷雾镇主权的索求并没有任何意外，毕竟他走在来这里的路上就从亚历克斯那里得知这片土地并不属于任何领主，仅仅只是冒险者公会在经营。
看着脸上并没有任何意外的查理斯，罗炎紧接着微笑地抛出了那个他酝酿许久的提案。
“不过，我并不打算将冒险者从这里赶走。”
查理斯微微愣了一下，眉头不解地轻轻皱起。
“什么意思？”
“就是字面意思。”
将目光投向了不远处正在筹备中的宴会现场，罗炎用慢条斯理的声音继续说道。
“这次合作让我看到了一种可能，我们其实并不是非得打个你死我活，也是能够合作的。尤其是混沌的威胁正在迫近，次元沙漠的风暴不知道会刮到哪里……在这样的情况下，你我对于彼此而言都不是最要紧的威胁，你觉得呢？”
“我得说这是个很理想化的提案。”
查理斯错愕的看着罗炎，咽了口唾沫说道。
“虽然今天我们能够因为形势所迫而站在一起，但我没法保证明天我们还会像这样坐下来谈。而且您别忘了，我不只是骑士，更是一名牧师……与恶魔做交易，是我的信仰所不容许的。”
其实说实话，在听到魔王抛出这个提案的时候，查理斯心中远远不只是错愕，甚至一度怀疑自己听错了什么。
和地表人类合作……
就算自己答应了，这家伙就不怕招致魔神的惩戒吗？“这不是交易，”罗炎摇了摇头，微笑着继续说道，“比起交易这种庸俗的说法，我更愿意称之为……一种默契，或者说交战准则。”
“交战准则？”查理斯略微迟疑，不解地看着他继续说道，“抱歉，您能说的明白一点吗？”
罗炎随口说道。
“很简单，就像两军交战不斩来使，两队互冲不打医疗兵……我的意思是不首先攻击牧师。”
“这不可能，你们一定会首先攻击牧师，”亚历克斯忽然插了句嘴，见两人都看向自己，连忙又继续说道，“不过我明白魔王大……先生的意思了，他应该是想表达我们可以更绅士的交战！而不是像之前那样，你烧我一个部落，我烧你一个村子。”
“没错！我喜欢这个比喻！”
罗炎打了个响指，越来越欣赏眼前这个聪明的小伙子了。
“就像你们地表人类最喜欢干的决斗一样，我们也来决斗好了。我们将在圣西斯与魔神的共同注视下进行光荣的战争……而不是野蛮的，无所不用其极的全面战争。”
查理斯低头思索很久，似乎无法想象魔王所描绘的画面，却又觉得也不是完全没有可能。
“光荣的战争么……这种事情在领主与领主之间倒是有过例子，但我还从来没听说过在人类和魔物之间出现过。”
罗炎微笑着继续说道。
“那为什么不从雷鸣郡开始呢？这对你我都有好处，而且也不违反‘你们的原则’。”
查理斯追问道。
“那具体的条款呢？您想和我们约定什么？”
“首先，划定安全区……我认为这是建立信任的第一步，同时也是最快的方法。”
罗炎将早已准备好的条件和盘托出，微笑着继续说道。
“比如迷雾镇就是安全区，人类可以在这里活动，恶魔和亡灵也可以，我们在这里可以做除了互相攻击之外的一切事情，包括不限于传播各自的信仰……只要手段是和平的。”
“如果有人或者恶魔、亡灵违反了规则，那么我们将按照法律对其予以惩戒。如果犯下了不可饶恕之罪，无论你们会不会追究那个人的责任，至少这片迷宫里将再也没有他的容身之地。”
“您怎么保证你们不会偏袒自己人？”查理斯眼神里写满了怀疑。
猜到他会这么问，罗炎对答如流地说道。
“很简单，我会让司法权和执法权从我对当地的统治权中独立出来，并且让生活在这儿的居民平等的参与进去，而不是只让恶魔或者亡灵来担任法官，”罗炎微笑着说道，“你我都清楚，绝对的公平是不存在的，但至少我愿意做一些事情来保证相对的公平。”
查理斯沉思了片刻，确实挑不出什么毛病。
尤其是当他想到梅尔骑士长可以随意将人带进审讯室里弄死的时候，他甚至忽然觉得这里搞不好会比雷鸣城更公平？
当然。
这一切都得建立在魔王确实兑现了这一诺言的基础上。
永不兑现的承诺，没有任何讨论的意义。
看着用沉默承认了自己提案的查理斯，罗炎停顿片刻后继续说道。
“另外，不只是安全区，雷鸣郡下方的迷宫还将推出 VIP服务。”
还在思索着那些条款是否合适的查理斯懵了一下，一时间没有跟上这位魔王的思路。
“什么？”
“简单来说，就是会员的意思……相当于对部分冒险者的补充契约。”
说着的同时，罗炎从怀中取出一枚水晶，向其注入了幽绿色的能量。
“比如我手中的这枚水晶，我会在其中施加魔王的印记。只要冒险者在迷雾镇的指定机构宣誓，不主动攻击迷宫中的‘非战斗人员’，迷雾镇的规则对他们来说也就不再局限于小镇之内。换而言之，他们可凭此印记在迷宫1至4层享受自由通行的权利。”
自由通行的权利？！
查理斯当场愣住了，脸上错愕的表情越发明显，看向罗炎的眼神更是从错愕变成了彻底的不可思议。
魔王准许冒险者进入自己的迷宫？！这家伙难道不知道那些人是进来干什么的吗？几乎所有冒险者都怀揣着同一个梦想——
那便是杀死魔王！似乎看穿了他眼神中的困惑，罗炎微笑着解释说道。
“我知道你们是来杀我的，至少名义上是如此，但我并不认为进入迷宫的每一个人都拥有这个觉悟。”
“比如那些混日子的冒险者，他们也许只是想进来打个猎，收集一些素材，顺便完成公会的委托……如果为此搭上性命岂不是太可惜？”
“至少对我来说，从该死的程度上来讲，心怀敬畏的他们该死程度稍微低一点，而我的爪牙也不必在这些‘非战斗人员’身上浪费时间。”
“野生的魔物我管不着，它们疯起来连我都咬，但至少有组织的魔物以及携带有相同印记的恶魔或者亡灵生物，不会主动将他们视作攻击目标。”
“凭借这枚通行证，这些人可以在前4层相对安全的采集素材，还可以直接从资源丰富的第5层开始往下攻略，狩猎价值更高的魔物，挖更大块的魔晶……反正那些野生的魔物是杀不完的。”
“当然……如果有人违背了誓言，我会将他的名字从VIP名单上划去，然后放进另一个名单里。从此以后，这座迷宫将不再欢迎他，安全区对他而言也将不再安全。”
简单来说就是红名。
他甚至会向玩家发布悬赏，专门去追杀这些人。
虽然查理斯没太听明白，但当过冒险者的亚历克斯一下就听懂了。
也正是因此，他的脸上完全是一副在看怪物的样子。
“您是认真的？！”
“当然，”罗炎微笑着说道，“君无戏言，只要你们没有异议，我说的这些规则现在就可以开始实施。并且我向你们保证，只要我一天是这里的魔王，我说过的一切承诺都是算数的。”
查理斯看向了一旁的亚历克斯，语气认真地说道。
“你是冒险者。站在你的立场上，你觉得他开出的条件如何？”
面对查理斯的询问，亚历克斯斟酌了片刻措辞，谨慎开口说道。
“如果让我来选择，我想不出拒绝的理由，毕竟这个条件对我们太有利了，甚至比迷雾镇属于冒险者公会的时候还要有利……可是我不明白为什么？这对您来说有任何好处吗？”
罗炎微笑着说道。
“好处就是，我们将在规则之内战斗，就像骑士与骑士的决斗。说直白点，你们对于帝国和教廷能有个交代，而我这边对于地狱的魔都也好交差。”
这还不是全部。
罗炎并没有完全说明，他真正想做的事情其实是给玩家们提供一个充满npc据点，让他们和这个世界的原住民发生接触。
这是许多玩家一直以来都想做的事情，只是可惜地表没有他们的容身之地。
其次，这么做还可以将庞大中下层冒险者群体，从迷宫的前四层转移到不受他控制的四层之下。
总之，昔日的迷雾镇只属于冒险者。
而现在它不只属于地表的人类，同样属于地下的恶魔与亡灵。
他很期待，他的小玩家们与这个世界的人们将擦出怎样的火花。
如果在这个过程中，他们能替自己收割信仰之力就更好了。
每次都要自己亲自“传教”也太累了。
查理斯权衡利弊良久，最终说道。
“我没有决策的权力……但我想您提出的条件并不算坏。我会在报告混沌事件的同时，将您提出的条件一并上报给坎贝尔大公——”
“你忘了我说的话吗，这不是交易，也不是条约，而是默契。”
说这话的时候，罗炎心中多少有些恨铁不成钢，只不过并没有将这股情绪表现在脸上。
“如果我是坎贝尔大公或者莱恩王国的国王，我肯定不会想看到你把这种事情拿到我的办公桌上让我签字，我会用看傻子一样的目光看着你。你是坎贝尔大公的仆人，你应该为他分忧解难，而不是把麻烦全都扔给他去考虑。你们抓人的时候问过他的意见吗？怎么这时候又想起他了？是因为锅太大了接不住吗？”
查理斯无法理解地看着罗炎，又觉得他说的好像有点道理。
“可是……”
罗炎再一次打断了他。
“查里斯先生，你忠于你的领主吗？”
查理斯的表情立刻严肃起来。
“那是当然！”
罗炎赞赏的点头继续说道。
“那你就应该多替他考虑，漂漂亮亮的完成他交给你的任务，然后把前线的指挥权抓在自己手里，办更大的事儿。记住，没有条约可以给你签字，我所说的一切都是建立在我们彼此之间的默契上，如果你还不明白我说的意思，那就问问你旁边那个小伙子吧，我看他比你适合当骑士长。”
查理斯尴尬地说道。
“我不是骑士长……”
“没错，但您很快就会成为分团长，甚至是副团长。”
亚历克斯接过了罗炎的话，一脸肯定地看着查里斯，有理有据地说道。
“你不但收拾了梅尔骑士长捅出来的篓子，而且代表我们战胜了混沌，哪怕是为了平息市民们的恐慌，坎贝尔大公也一定会破格提拔你，并将你当成英雄来宣传。就算他不亲自做这件事，他的仆人也一定会替他这么做。”
这是领主们的惯用手段了，他简直不要太熟悉。
毕竟他的老爹也是这么做的，他可以说是从小看到大。
当斯皮诺尔伯爵的仆人搞砸了一件事情，斯皮诺尔伯爵绝不是和泥腿子们承认错误，而是把负责擦屁股的仆人树立为荣耀的典范。
这样一来不但错误不存在了，人们还会欢呼他老爹的英明。
看着目瞪口呆的查理斯，亚历克斯继续给他出谋划策。
“而你只需要提出一个并不过分的要求，比如表示迷雾镇的混沌裂缝还需要人来监视……我敢打赌，第二天你就是三叉戟骑士团在雷鸣郡的第一统帅，就连雷鸣郡的总督见了你都得客客气气的，毕竟没人比你更懂如何对付混沌的侵蚀，这里的每一个人都需要你。”
“而这位魔王大……咳，先生说的已经够明白了，他希望今天的约定成为你们两人之间个人的默契。就像莱恩王国的两个领主打仗绝不会去烧对方的农田，拆对方家的鸭棚，杀对方的农民，哪怕一定要做这么绝也绝对是甩给佣兵去干……但没有人会为此专门写一份契约。”
“有些事情写出来是大逆不道的，但做出来却是仁义之举，您理解了吗？”
毕竟是伯爵家的儿子。
由于从小耳濡目染的缘故，亚历克斯在政治上的嗅觉远远超出了毕业于神学院的查理斯。
当然，更大的原因还是他当过冒险者，深入了解过坎贝尔公国的底层社会。
而这些特质，是骑士团的人以及绝大多数贵族们都不具备的。
听完亚历克斯的解释，查理斯的内心经历了相当复杂的变化，一会儿坚定，一会儿挣扎。
反复斟酌许久，他终于开口做出了承诺。
“我明白了……但我无法保证坎贝尔大公一定会任用我。”
“你的政治智慧还有待提高，英雄……只有功劳是走不远的。”
Luo Yan somehow suddenly remembered the warning Mia once gave him, and now it was just the right time to give it to this loyal human knight.
He felt he was needed more than himself.
Charles nodded solemnly and said to Luo Yan with a firm gaze.
"I didn't think about going that far, but I think you're right... I did not consider some things carefully. Especially for the residents of Thunder County, I even found to my shame that I didn't consider them as much as our enemies."
When he said this, he paused for a long time and continued.
"If, as you said, this is meaningful to the Principality of Campbell and even the Kingdom of Ryan, and does not violate the teachings of Saint Sith to us, I am willing to turn this war that has lasted for a thousand years into a glorious war... at least in the land that I can see."
Looking at Charles who had learned to adapt, a hint of genuine joy appeared on Alex's face.
"The people of Campbell Principality will thank you for your generosity. The land has never been more peaceful than it is today."
With the same sincere smile, Luo Yan picked up the wine jug on the table beside him, poured the wine in it into three silver wine glasses, and then raised one of them.
For him.
This is more worth celebrating than defeating Chaos!
From now on, both the cemetery and the Principality of Campbell will enter a new era! On the eve of the coming storm -
"Let us toast to this hard-earned victory!"
I miss the days when I didn’t open the book. It was so cool to play games every day TT (End of this chapter)