Chapter 504 The "Sacred Mark" Under the Twilight
Dusk in the city, afternoon.
Inside an abandoned warehouse that no one claimed, piles of sacks and wooden crates emitted a musty, stale smell.
The afternoon sun slanted down through the grime-covered skylight, cutting beams of light into the air and illuminating the swirling dust and the pale blue butterfly that occasionally flitted by.
In this tranquil expanse of light and dust, a corner of shadow suddenly collapsed, twisted, and writhed, as if it had come to life.
In the blink of an eye, Luo Yan's figure silently emerged from the shadows, gently patting non-existent dust off his robe with his right hand.
Upon seeing the owner appear in the warehouse, Sarah, who had been leaning against the door, also stepped out from the shadows and respectfully knelt on one knee.
"Lord Demon King."
Today is our scheduled time to contact each other.
She had been waiting here for a long time.
Seeing Sarah kneeling on one knee in greeting, Luo Yan nodded slightly, signaling her to stand up.
"Get up and speak."
"Yes, ma'am."
Sarah respectfully stood up, stood in front of Luo Yan, and began to report on her work over the past period.
"...First, there's the latest news about the Salvation Army. As you predicted, the fire in Roland provided us with an excellent opportunity. While King Theodore was busy flaunting his power on the castle terrace, Gregar had already led the Salvation Army's most elite scouts to set their sights on the slums that had been burned to the ground."
Luo Yan had heard about this matter. The rumors of the winter fire had already been brought to Leiming City by the boatmen and merchants on the Benliu River, and the Leiming City Daily had also reported on it in a small amount of space.
"He's not showing off his power; this guy is very smart," Luo Yan said with a faint smile, offering a fair assessment.
Although the citizens of Thunder City mocked the king's foolishness from their own perspective, anyone with discerning eyes could see that the king was using the most skillful means of subjugation.
Third-rate dog trainers only know how to hit, second-rate dog trainers give a bone after hitting, while first-rate dog trainers not only do all of the above, but also cultivate excellent self-management awareness in dogs and help them expand the ranch.
He wanted to make the citizens of Roland laugh at funerals and cry at weddings, honing their ability to read the room, thus completing his self-castration. When someone said something he didn't want to hear, these eunuchs with genitals would automatically rush forward and sew another person's mouth shut for him.
It is certain that this person must be a Machiavellian without any faith. The Book of the Word is just doggerel he spouts. The court and the bandits are all tools he uses to fight back. He can even make use of the great fire in winter.
Unfortunately, he lacked Niccolò Machiavelli's writing skills and patience; otherwise, he would surely have been able to write a masterpiece like "The Prince" that belongs to this world.
"But it was precisely because of his arrogance that our achievements were also remarkable."
Sarah's tone carried a hint of self-satisfaction as she continued in a very soft voice.
"On that ruin, the Salvation Army took in a large number of poor people who had lost everything in the fire, and we told them who the real enemy was. Under Gregar's guidance, they quickly accepted the teachings of the New Testament, swore allegiance to Her Highness, and realized who the real enemy was."
"Moreover, with the help of the Salvation Army, they regained their will to live. Some went to the kitchen of taverns, some became servants to citizens, some became street vendors, and even serfs in manors... They infiltrated Roland City and even the surrounding earls' territories, expanding our influence further."
"Based on this, Gregar established a brand-new underground intelligence organization in Roland City, responsible for building the intelligence network of the Kingdom of Ryan. He named it 'Holy Mark'."
Luo Yan nodded; the name was indeed fitting.
In the city of Roland, bathed in holy light, they are ugly scars that the devotees of the holy light are unwilling to look at, cracks hidden beneath the candlestick.
“As for this,” Sarah took out a scroll from under her cloak and gently handed it to her master, “it is the first intelligence sent out since the establishment of ‘Stigmata’… Gregar believes it is important enough, and only ‘Divine Child’ can handle it personally.”
Luo Yan took the scroll, unfolded it in front of him, and a look of great interest appeared on his face.
Good heavens—
The secret police of the Kingdom of Ryan?
That's normal, though.
Throughout Earth's history, feudal monarchs during the Renaissance placed great importance on intelligence work. For example, the most famous Louis XI was known as the "Spider King" because his spies were spread throughout the courts of the Kingdom of France and even neighboring countries.
Victor Hugo's *The Hunchback of Notre Dame* depicts the lives of Parisians during the reign of Louis XI, offering a glimpse into this reality. Ultimately, the tragedy stems from Louis XI's roar at the archers: "Slaughter them all! Kill the beggars, hang the witches! Leave no survivors!"
Of course, the real Louis XI never said this; literary works cannot be read as history books. Even masterpieces, anything written by humans, should only be viewed critically.
For example, "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" is, of course, Hugo's "personal creation," since every word was written by him personally.
If you want to see "public goods" without any personal bias, you can probably only turn to Gauss's "Disquisitiones Arithmeticae". Only science that has undergone repeated scrutiny by countless scholars is the most cold and unyielding.
Or, with the same spirit of scientific exploration as Gauss, one could peruse the memoirs of those close to Louis XI, searching for the ink marks left blank in Notre Dame de Paris.
In short, no matter how the Thunder City Daily portrays His Majesty Ryan, Luo Yan would never truly believe that Theodon Devalo is just a drowsy old man.
This guy has some skills to keep Edward's hand outside Twilight City.
This hand was played quite well.
Unfortunately, the forces of hell have arrived.
"...'The 'Holy Mark' infiltrators developed a network of contacts among the palace servants and church laborers. Although these people were suspicious, they were easily bribed with gold coins. Clearly, they had no intention of serving under the king until their peaceful retirement. According to intelligence analysis, Theodore commands an extremely secretive unit."
"They are called 'grave keepers'."
Sarah added seriously.
"The organization of this force is extremely strange. Its members are generally active in the royal palace and the central cathedral of Roland City. Some are adventurers, some are impoverished nobles, and some are illegitimate children who are not favored by their families. And all signs indicate that the mysterious death of the previous archbishop of the Kingdom of Ryan... may be related to this dagger hidden under the crown."
Luo Yan's gaze lingered on the words "Central Cathedral" for a moment, and in the blank space of the scroll, the current Archbishop Claude was drawn in pencil.
According to the Salvation Army's investigation, Claude was once a jester in the King's court. Somehow, he was converted to a clergyman, became a bishop in the Dusk Province, and eventually became the patriarch of the entire Kingdom of Laine.
"What's this tomb-guarding unit up to?" Luo Yan asked with interest.
“It was because of their actions that our people were able to discover this force hidden in the shadows. However, unfortunately, the level of the ‘Stigmata’ is still shallow, and they only managed to recruit some peripheral personnel…” Sarah’s voice revealed a hint of regret. “They only discovered that the King’s ‘gravekeepers’ had been secretly relocated recently, but the specific information is still a blank.”
Luo Yan closed the scroll and fell into deep thought.
At this delicate juncture, Theodore's purpose in deploying such an elite secret force is nothing more than twofold.
To kill, or to save.
Luo Yan tapped the edge of the scroll lightly with his fingers, lost in thought.
"If the goal is murder, then the most likely target is Jerok."
Sarah hesitated slightly.
"Why not...Eileen or Edward?"
“Assassinating a chosen one—only the Demon King could take on that job,” Luo Yan joked, then continued, “As for assassinating another monarch… the risk is too great, and it might not be in Theodden’s interest.”
But that might not be the case with Jerroch.
He has made a lifelong vow never to return to secular life, and has given up all worldly titles and honors.
If he were to die 'accidentally' in the monastery of exile, the blame would immediately be shifted onto Edward.
A tyrant who murdered his brother...
This mudslinging could not only threaten Edward's newly established prestige, but also provide the Kingdom of Lane with an excuse to further intervene in the situation of the Duchy of Campbell.
“What if… it’s about saving someone?” Sarah asked.
“Earl Derek, and those other imprisoned rebellious nobles.”
Luo Yan continued speaking calmly.
“Rescuing these ‘losers’ is the fastest way to disrupt the situation in the Duchy of Campbell again. As long as they are alive, Theodore can have them form a ‘government-in-exile’ on the land of the Kingdom of Lane and use their influence in the Duchy of Campbell to create trouble for Edward continuously.”
However, neither assassinating Jerok nor breaking out of Campbell's dungeon were tasks that ordinary soldiers could accomplish.
After all, Gerald himself was a Platinum-level being, and Campbell's dungeon at least possessed defensive capabilities capable of restraining Platinum-level superhumans.
A sense of doubt arose in Luo Yan's heart.
To assassinate Gerald, one would need at least Silver or Gold rank to have even a sliver of a chance. And to be absolutely certain, one would need at least Diamond rank or even higher.
But here's the problem.
Extraordinary individuals are not like roadside weeds.
Leaving aside the bronze-level adventurers, every powerful individual who advances to the platinum level is a named "beneficiary".
They are nobles, clergy, or archmages, and the power they possess is either the result of blessings accumulated over many lifetimes or the legends built through tireless efforts in this life. Who would be willing to be a clandestine assassin for Theodore?
If one were to attempt to poison or otherwise control Jelock, the person guarding him would undoubtedly be Edward's confidant, making bribery virtually impossible.
“…You can’t hire someone like that from the Adventurers’ Guild,” Luo Yan thought to himself.
Could it be that they would go to their own hometown hell and ask the "enemy" for help?
It's understandable that the count might be a little careless, but surely the king wouldn't be that careless...
Looking at the Demon King deep in thought, Sarah said in a deep voice.
“I will order Gregar to continue tracking down the ‘Gravekeeper’s’ movements at all costs.”
“No need to force it.” Luo Yan handed the scroll back to her. “The ‘Holy Mark’ has only just taken root. Don’t rush things. Their current task is not to confront the king’s spies head-on, but to spread the power of the New Testament to every corner that the shadow of the crown cannot reach.”
"As for the 'gravekeeper's' motives, I will take other measures to guard against them."
Sarah nodded respectfully.
"Yes... Lord Demon King."
After concluding the discussion about the Salvation Army and the Holy Mark Organization, Luo Yan turned his attention to inquiring about the current situation in Twilight City and the Tribunal's activities in the Twilight Province.
Sarah answered the Demon King's questions without reservation, her cat ears twitching gently as she recounted everything she knew in detail.
It's obvious.
Mr. Jiménez from the Holy City was not having an easy time. The more the soldiers in black robes worked to hunt down heretics, the stronger the hatred of the common people towards the Inquisition became.
All of this was hidden beneath a facade of forbearance. People exchanged glances, conveying their discontent, but dared not reveal it to the priests.
Some discussions have emerged regarding the New Testament, and although there are many versions, they all share a common core—
That is, "everyone is a priest".
Many people began to venture deep into the Wanren Mountains to find the remnants of the Salvation Army and escape the Court of Justice's suppression... and some of them were brought in by Brennan's men.
Luo Yan was very satisfied with the performance of these chess pieces, and saw the bowstring of a bow being tightened little by little.
The arrow has been aimed at the bullseye, but it hasn't been released yet.
They are waiting for the right moment to make their move.
With the business finally over, the atmosphere in the warehouse became a little more relaxed, and Sarah's two cat ears on her head started swaying more leisurely.
Perhaps sensing the right atmosphere, Sarah hesitated for a moment before speaking in a low voice, her tone tinged with caution.
"My Lord Demon King, may I ask you a question?"
Luo Yan said in a casual tone.
"Ask away."
A barely perceptible hint of joy flickered in Sarah's eyes as she spoke quickly.
"How have you been lately? I haven't been there to take care of you... Are you settling in? Has Taff been a burden to you?"
This doesn't seem to be a problem.
Thinking of Vivian, who was still making a ruckus in the yard, Luo Yan's expression became somewhat subtle, and he sighed softly.
"That's a long story."
Sarah hesitated for a moment.
"It's...a long story?"
Luo Yan nodded slightly and summarized.
"In short, I miss the time you were with me every single day."
A blush unconsciously rose on Sarah's fair face. She lowered her head gently, hiding that rare shyness and satisfaction in the shadows.
Luo Yan also felt that his statement seemed a bit inappropriate, and that Prince Colin's persona seemed to have some suspicion of workplace sexual harassment in this context.
But he had already said it, and he didn't intend to take it back. Hesitation and second-guessing were things that Nanfu did.
As for the Demon King...
Let's just do it. The epics of the future won't be about this, so what's the big deal?
Luo Yan quickly changed the subject.
"Princess Eileen, how has she been lately?"
Sarah's flushed face calmed down a bit, and her tone returned to its usual level, as if she were still giving a report.
"Princess Eileen has been behaving herself lately. She spends most of her time in the hotel attic, maintaining only one-way contact with Theresa and me. She had overheard about the civil war in the Duchy of Campbell, but after hearing your instructions, she quickly calmed down and hasn't mentioned returning to the Duchy again."
"The vast majority of the time?" Luo Yan keenly caught one of the words.
Sarah nodded slightly: "Yes, she occasionally goes out, using the alchemical mask you gave her and a magic potion to disguise herself, and moves around the city as Theresa."
"What do they usually do?"
"Mainly, she wanted to get away for a while. After all, there was nothing to do in the attic except read books. She's a restless woman, always thinking about her warhorse—"
"Get to the point."
"Well, she usually goes to the entrance of the Adventurers' Guild. There's a plaza there, but the Adventurers' Guild hasn't been open lately, so there's no one in the plaza. Occasionally, she'll also go to the market at the city gate to buy her own supplies, or listen to the conversations of the citizens there."
Luo Yan nodded upon hearing this.
This isn't a bad thing.
Although Eileen is considered a down-to-earth lord who often frequents the areas where commoners live, she ultimately only operates in the area around Thunder City and Campbell Castle.
Those were the wealthiest regions in the Duchy of Campbell, and they wouldn't be representative of the continent of Os.
She should see what other places are like before she can have an objective understanding of feudalism.
Sarah paused for a moment, seemingly choosing her words carefully: "Master, she is in the city right now. Aren't you going to say hello to her?"
Luo Yan looked at Sarah, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head.
"No need, just continue to take good care of her for me... This kind of life shouldn't last too long."
Once his little darling from Shanghai finishes her winter break, he figured it would be time to arrange some new work for Eileen.
As for now, she needs to calm down and reflect.
To be honest, the winter break in Shanghai is way too long. How come he never noticed it before?
Is it because he's working part-time while studying...?
Councilor Luo Yan couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The second-generation rich kids in Shanghai were having it too easy. They needed to experience the hardships of being "orphans of the temple."
Seeing the Demon Lord worrying about the future of the Great Tomb again, Sarah bowed her head respectfully.
"Yes, ma'am."
...
At the city gates of Twilight City, guards wielding halberds stood ready, checking everyone who tried to enter or leave the city.
At this moment, a young female knight walked to the door and showed the token in her hand.
"I am Princess Eileen's guard, and I need to go out of the city to make purchases."
"So it's Princess Theresa..." Upon seeing the Duke of Campbell's insignia on the token, the guards stood at attention, saluted, and stepped aside.
The Lionheart Knights' hook-and-sickle spearmen looked over, their eyes clearly showing displeasure at the Campbellians' "show of force."
However, they didn't say anything.
Theresa glanced at them indifferently, then looked away and walked towards the market outside the city.
That was not the real Theresa, but rather played by Irene, who wore an alchemical mask.
She used a potion to dye her silver hair into the most inconspicuous brown, then sprayed on perfume to mask her vampire scent, and put on the leather armor that Teresa usually wore.
Although she was not small, the well-trained Theresa still made sure there was plenty of room for her.
This experience of hiding her identity was incredibly novel to Eileen. Although she used to wander the streets of Thunder City, almost everyone there knew that she was Eileen.
The attention people pay to her sometimes bothers her; they unconsciously present their most presentable side, while she actually wants to see what they are like in real life.
Here, she had none of those concerns.
Eileen walked along the path at the city gate, looking at the wooden buildings along the street.
Compared to the bustling city of Leiming, this place is like a densely populated rural village, with a few families crammed into a small wooden house, and sewage flowing under the eaves.
Twilight City has a rudimentary sewer system modeled after the one built for Thunder City by "Lint Isaac" during the Isaac dynasty, but it only covers a few blocks near the governor's mansion.
If Eileen had to use a few words to describe those uncovered neighborhoods, the only words that come to mind are poverty, oppression, and desolation.
If she had to summarize these three words in one word, the only one she could think of would probably be "feudal".
The court also had a presence in settlements outside the city, where they patrolled in gleaming armor, standing alongside the judges who wore black robes.
Terrified by their reputation, the market vendors dared not shout their wares, and the customers hurried by, which made them look even more suspicious and constantly attracted the attention of the judges.
Carefully navigating the sewage-filled streets, Eileen entered the crowded yet desolate market.
She noticed that people here mainly used copper coins for transactions, and prices were surprisingly cheap.
She was initially a little surprised, because the prices were completely different in Twilight City, which was just a door away, but she quickly understood why.
Most of the buyers and sellers were local farmers with little money, while the merchants from other places had none at all.
After all, it is unwise to do business at the risk of being questioned by the court, and selling goods to farmers who have no money is not a profitable business.
Why not sell it to the public?
That's because they don't have the Campbell family's token, nor the Devalo family's or the Papacy's.
Eileen noticed two farmers haggling at a stall not far away. In the end, one of them traded a small bag of potatoes for a few nails to repair furniture.
Due to restrictions on circulation, this place has temporarily reverted to a primitive society based on barter.
That was in the early days of the First Age, so long ago that even the bookshelves that housed those epics were mostly covered in dust.
Like the markets in the city, there wasn't much to buy at the market at the city gate.
Eileen was somewhat disappointed.
She had thought things would get better with the arrival of spring, but spring seemed to be coming later than usual in the Twilight Province.
However, she was quite lucky, and after searching for a while, she actually found a fruit stand.
Thinking that Sarah seemed to really like eating fruit, her eyes lit up and she went over to the stall to pick some out.
The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a fairly sturdy back, but the sallow complexion on his face was clearly visible. When he saw Eileen wearing fine leather armor, his expression immediately became respectful, and he dared not breathe loudly.
"Sir, what do you need?"
"I'm just browsing."
"Okay..."
"..."
Eileen moved closer to the stall and carefully selected items.
Although these were apples that had been stored in the cellar for the winter, their skins were already wrinkled and far from fresh. But to find apples in this desolate market was an unexpected delight.
Seeing that they also sold some dried fruit, she tried to find her favorite nuts, but unfortunately they weren't available.
Merchants from the east and south shores of the Whirlpool Sea don't come here; only those friends with exotic accents and wheat-colored skin bring those things.
“Sir Knight,” he said cautiously as he packed the bag, “are you… from the Duchy of Campbell?”
"I suppose so," Eileen replied ambiguously, mimicking Theresa's tone and trying to make her voice sound indifferent. "How's business lately? Are there many customers?"
The stall owner glanced instinctively at the distance, where two soldiers from different kingdoms were passing by.
He sighed and lowered his voice.
"My lord, please don't joke around. Besides you, who else would I have as a guest? Thanks to those lords, only a noble knight like you would patronize my small business."
Most of these apples were discarded by the lord after the winter. Usually, they would be distributed as a welfare benefit by the lord's steward to the lord's servants, but some stewards or servants would keep some for themselves and have acquaintances in the village take them to the nearby market town to exchange for some money and then share them.
He only dared to complain because this knight was Campbell's man and not on the same side as their emperor.
"Then why are you still driving it?" Eileen asked, puzzled.
"Well... I have to make a living too," the stall owner said with a wry smile. "If I don't set up my stall, I have nothing. At least I can earn a little something by setting up my stall before the busy farming season."
Eileen's cheeks flushed slightly as she realized she had asked a stupid question and silently apologized.
She changed the subject.
Where do you live?
"In the nearby villages."
How is it there?
“Sigh,” the stall owner waved his hand, unwilling to talk more, “Don’t mention it… It’s chaotic everywhere.”
Eileen's feelings became somewhat complicated.
“Sir Knight,” the stall owner suddenly mustered his courage and asked expectantly, “do you know… when they will leave?”
Eileen stared at the soldiers' cold backs and remained silent for a moment.
She placed a small bag of copper coins on the stall: "It should be here soon. Take it, I'll take all the apples."
Without waiting for the vendor to give her change, she picked up the bag of apples, which wasn't very heavy, turned around, and blended into the sparse crowd, heading towards the city gate.
She had had enough fresh air today and learned some new information. Although she wanted to explore further, her position made it unsuitable for her to stay outside for too long.
However, just as she turned a corner, Eileen suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Since becoming a vampire, her sense of smell has become incredibly sharp, as has her perception of darkness.
A faint, almost imperceptible aura wafted over, and as the probing gaze gently touched the back of her neck.
That aura...
Could it be Luo Yan?!
We will meet again.
Recalling the whisper she had heard in the cave, she was suddenly startled and instinctively turned around to look, only to see crows on the rooftop cawing a few times before flapping away into the distance.
The birds seemed to have been frightened away by her sharp gaze; it seemed they were the ones who had been looking at her just now.
"Is it an illusion...?"
Eileen subconsciously touched her chest and murmured something under her breath.
If it's not a misperception, then it can only mean that the demons of hell have also been drawn into the situation in Twilight City.
It's hard to say whether they were drawn to the court or vice versa.
Eileen fell into troubled thought.
She felt like a piece on a huge chessboard, and the battlefield she could see was only a corner of the board.
Almost the instant she looked away, she suddenly felt a completely different aura brush past her!
It was a chilling aura of death, unlike the demons in the labyrinth; it was closer to pure malice.
Eileen's pupils contracted instantly, and she turned around abruptly, her hand unconsciously reaching for the hilt of her sword.
who? !
She scanned her surroundings warily, but the passing pedestrians blocked her view.
The bustling market was filled with people hurrying by. She saw several farmers leading thin, bony donkeys, a man with lifeless eyes leaning against a wall, and several vendors talking in hushed tones... everything seemed normal.
In the short time she was searching, the evil aura had already disappeared.
It didn't seem to be coming towards her; it simply passed by her.
As for why she noticed it, perhaps it was just a coincidence...
After all, Twilight City is now crowded with all sorts of people, and many forces have been drawn into the fray.
Eileen frowned and stood there for a long time.
Is it just my imagination again?
Perhaps this is a side effect of the vampire clan.
She also realized that she was sometimes too suspicious about things in the dark.
She wasn't like this before...
Just as Eileen turned her gaze away and quickened her pace back to the city inn, a man wearing a tattered cloak walked past from the other end of the street with unsteady but determined steps.
His face was thin and emaciated, with a cross pendant hanging on his chest and a flail with a cross hanging from it on his shoulder, like a hermit.
Such people are not uncommon on the continent of Os. They dedicate their souls to the gods, regard their bodies as sins, and use spiritual practice to achieve spiritual sublimation until their souls are liberated from their bodies.
The Holy See maintained a respectful distance from these spontaneously formed madmen.
After all, the priests admired the people's abstinence, but these self-flagelling madmen had clearly gone too far, at least not listening to the priests' words.
This kind of thing is very common.
Just like the lords, they like to erect a statue for the common people to worship, but there are always some crazy guys who will smear their saliva on it, making them frown.
Of course, putting aside those who are mentally unstable, many ascetics are worthy of respect.
They not only punish their own bodies, but also do good deeds when they are sober, and fight against the rural demons that the paladins are too lazy to fight.
Ascetics who are revered by the common people often have a higher level of soul than ordinary adventurers. Although their power does not come from self-torture, creating legends is also one of the ways to become strong, and the two unexpectedly reach a unity.
Just as Gaunt believed he became a sword saint through swordsmanship, he did indeed achieve legendary status in his pursuit of "becoming a saint through the sword," so there is no contradiction.
Because the ascetics are often eccentric, many ordinary believers are reluctant to provoke them. Theologians from the Holy City, in particular, keep their distance with respect.
For example, at this moment, a theologian belonging to the tribunal frowned and looked away from the beggar.
The soldiers standing next to the theologian didn't even look at him.
Their attention was entirely focused on the furtive vendors and whispering civilians around them, completely ignoring the "ascetic" who stood like a roadside pebble.
It's a pity that they were destined not to achieve legendary status by following the established path.
If they were to catch this beggar, wash his face clean, and feed him well for a month, they would find that he looked exactly like the portrait on the wanted poster.
Beneath the filthy cloak was a pale and gaunt face, with bulging eyes set in beneath the brow bone that revealed a fanatical madness.
He was Haro, one of the twelve leaders of the Green Forest Army, a rat who escaped from the chaos of battle—known as "The Burialer".
As his nickname suggests, before joining the Green Forest Army, he was a tomb raider who searched for famous tombs.
Before his death, he was rescued by Kaelan and subsequently joined the Greenwood Army, which was rebelling against the lord. After the uprising failed, he was recruited into the Holy Cause by a true strongman.
"Mission...mission..." He tightened his tattered cloak, muttering incoherently, like a believer truly immersed in sacred matters.
A truly great man promised him, who was as lowly as an ant, that if he could accomplish one thing, he would no longer have to hide in the gutter like a rat and live by wagging his tail and begging for mercy.
He will gain a new identity, and may even be able to walk in the sunlight, becoming a true nobleman!
It must be said that it is difficult for a person to play something they have never seen before. No matter how well they act, they will inevitably give themselves away, even if they are a master of acting.
Whether they are followers or leaders, the Green Forest Army members who come from the fields all yearn to become lords who are above everyone else. The only difference is whether they are aware of their own deepest desires.
Hello belongs to the type who has a good understanding of themselves.
He didn't rob the tomb because the baron had desecrated his ancestral graves or persecuted his family. The real reason wasn't that complicated; he simply wanted the gold in the coffin.
Because he had a clear understanding of himself, even though the Green Forest Army's immature uprising failed, he survived to the end and did not become a victim of chaos.
Other madmen may be genuinely insane, but he is clearly just faking it.
Harrow didn't go into the city, but instead went in the opposite direction from Eileen, passing through the bustling crowd.
That was south of Jiliu Pass; he was heading to the Duchy of Campbell.
The king needs him to kill someone.
The power bestowed upon him by the "Claws of Eternal Hunger"...
(End of this chapter)
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