Chapter 86 Because he will come. And I will definitely go with him. ...
After waiting for a long time and seeing that the surrounding area was still calm, Mihir, who was on high alert, was finally willing to believe that the son of the god had indeed come alone.
He released his hand, guided Reinhardt to his flying vehicle, and they headed towards the capital.
It flew until it reached the no-fly zone before stopping.
Following the previous raid by the Storm Leader Wild Dogs, the capital of the Harlin Empire has pushed the alert level to its limit, using the increased cost of civilian movement to compensate for the sense of security among the nobility.
Furthermore, due to recent political changes, some of the soldiers guarding the city have changed. This group is not under the jurisdiction of Michel, who has already openly submitted to the Second Prince, and even though he is a knight commander, he is still outside the rules.
Although the son of the gods behind him had changed his appearance, his aura was still too striking, and he also bore the obvious characteristics of a blind man. Mihir had to stop a kilometer or two before reaching the city entrance.
Fortunately, he had anticipated the possible situation from the beginning, and Mihir took out a red cloak that he had prepared in advance and threw it to the Son of God.
"Wear this, and no matter what happens to you, don't move."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and tried to pick up the son of the god.
The latter seemed to see his actions and subconsciously took a half step back.
Mihir paused, looking suspiciously at the blonde beauty's tightly closed eyes. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and waved it in front of her.
The son of the gods simply draped the cloak over his shoulders quietly, showing no reaction to his offense.
Mihir assumed it was a coincidence and took another half step forward, preparing to pick him up. Unexpectedly, the son of the god used the same trick again, easily slipping out of the range of his arms.
The young knight gave an impatient smirk and said coldly, "Either find a second way to avoid being beheaded before entering the city, or don't hide!"
With such a fierce gesture, the silent son of the god finally stood obediently in place.
Although the son of the god looked to be about the same height as him, perhaps only a centimeter or two shorter, he appeared thinner and lighter than he had imagined.
It seems his days with the Stormwind Bandit Gang weren't so easy after all.
Michael thought.
They completely forgot the more fundamental reason why the son of the gods was physically weak.
The hood of the cloak obscured most of the son of the god's face as Mihir carried him to the city gate. Sure enough, he was stopped by soldiers belonging to the High Prince as soon as he reached the gate.
"Shouldn't the Knight Commander be in the palace instructing the Second Prince in archery at this hour? Why is he wandering around outside, not even on horseback? Who is she? Your lover?"
The rendezvous was a closely guarded mission. Mihir's warhorse was too conspicuous, and he didn't want to reveal his whereabouts, so he deliberately didn't ride a horse.
He had already made two preparations for this matter.
With a cold laugh, Mihir said, "She was injured while learning to ride a horse outside the city. I advise you to get out of the way now."
"Injured?" The man raised an eyebrow and uttered a very insincere sigh. "How pitiful. May His Majesty's grace extend upon you."
“You stepping aside now is the greatest favor you can do for me,” Mihir said bluntly.
"Of course I want to move aside, but the knight commander hasn't answered me yet. Why did you go out without riding a horse this morning?"
Michelle knew he was just looking for trouble and scoffed, "Do you need me to tell you what I ate for breakfast too?"
“Of course, if you’d like.” The other person had a sneer playing on their lips. “I wouldn’t mind listening to you share your life.”
"Sorry, I have no interest in talking to someone who can't understand human language."
Having said that, Mihir simply carried the son of the god into the city gate.
As they brushed past the gatekeeper, the latter casually remarked, "If you're smart enough, you shouldn't bet on a child."
Mihir stopped in his tracks. He seemed to let out a long sigh, his voice filled with complex emotions.
"The candlelight on the high platform is about to go out, and shadows are thick beneath the candlelight next to the throne."
He turned his head to look at his former comrade-in-arms, his brow furrowed with unyielding sorrow and resentment.
"The things hidden in those shadows are so dirty, can't you really see them?"
Finally, he gave the other person a deep look. After a moment of intense, unspoken gazing between them, he looked away and left.
Having barely passed the first hurdle, Mihir secretly brought the Son of God back to his residence when no one was looking. To his surprise, the esteemed Second Prince was already waiting for him in his cluttered little room.
The clothes that hadn't been tidied up in the morning were still piled up next to the sofa, and the brown-haired Second Prince was sitting in that spot. As he opened the door, the Second Prince walked over with a look of delight on his face.
“I knew you could do it!” The exquisitely handsome prince, somewhere between a boy and a man, gave Mihir a big hug, and under the knight commander’s blushing gaze, he looked down at the son of the gods.
"Is he unconscious or dead?"
The god's son, whose appearance had been altered, was put down by Mihir and stood upright in place like a puppet.
“He should be fine. I’ll keep watch outside. Please call me anytime if you need anything.” Mihir bowed respectfully to the Second Prince, then stepped outside the room, pretending to tidy up the courtyard. He changed into casual clothes, picked up a bucket, and went to patrol the courtyard.
The brown-haired second prince leaned close to the doll-like son of the god, scrutinized him carefully for a moment, and then, as if they were old acquaintances, smiled and asked.
Have you gained weight?
Unfortunately, the son of the gods did not respond to him.
But the Second Prince didn't care about that. He asked himself and answered, "I remember looking at your hands before, they didn't have this much flesh at all."
“Come, sit down and let’s talk.” He walked back to the sofa and sat down, patting the sofa. “Buster is quite capable, actually managing to save a dying god. It wasn’t for nothing that I put in so much effort to help him. I just didn’t expect… that in the end, after all the twists and turns, you still came back.”
"I didn't expect Madonna to be willing to help you contact me."
Breaking into an execution ground is no simple task. Without the assistance of a strong inside man, even the leader of the Storm Army bandit group would have faced considerable difficulties. If it weren't for the fact that the Second Prince was currently engaged in a power struggle with the First Prince, who was in charge of overseeing the execution of the Son of God, it would have been difficult to carve out such a breach in the Harlin Empire.
Just as he had hoped, this important matter went horribly wrong, and his dear brother lost face before his father, who should have died long ago. The center of trust began to shift, and his situation had recently improved considerably.
“Since you’re going to die anyway, why not do me a favor?” The Second Prince thought of a new idea and laughed, “I’ll hand you over as a spoil of war. That way, I can both fulfill your martyrdom and consolidate my position.”
"I'm afraid that won't work." The Son of God finally spoke, but his words immediately rejected the Second Prince's ingenious idea.
“Your father is no longer human in the strict sense. He has the strongest aura of evil spirits, stronger than anyone else in the town. Even if you offer me up, he may not give you what you want. In fact, it is very likely to spread the pollution and harm more innocent people.”
Upon hearing the words that his father might have been corrupted by an evil spirit, the Second Prince's eyes lit up. The young boy, still bearing a touch of childishness, displayed a cruel yet innocent joy fueled by excitement. His eyes darted around, seemingly connecting the words of the Son of God to something else, and his face instantly broke into a radiant, sunny smile.
“That’s definitely not the right thing to do. I have to protect you. But…” He changed the subject and asked, “Didn’t you come here to die? There’s no difference between dying now and dying later, is there?”
If I die now, I might even purify that old codger along with me, allowing him to launch his long-planned rebellion and take over the city-state.
The son of the god shook his head: "I need my eyes; restoring my divine power will allow me to play my greatest role."
In fact, from the moment he set foot on this land, Reinhardt had already felt something being slowly drained from his body.
Perhaps it was because he had suffered so much pain before that this sense of detachment was overwhelmed.
Similarly, there was his perception through his eyes. Before stepping onto this land, he wasn't even aware that something here resonated with him.
And it seemed to be not far from him, Reinhardt thought. If he hadn't now regained his health and had enough power to sense things, he probably wouldn't have realized that his eyes were right next to him.
It's a pity that Buster wasted so much of his time.
The Second Prince immediately thought of his immortal father's private treasury. He had heard rumors that some people had tried to approach it and were caught and executed. If that was true, the eyes of the Son of God were most likely hidden there.
More ideas came to mind, and the somewhat adorable Second Prince's eyes crinkled as he looked at the Son of God, feeling happier the more he looked at him.
I never expected to find such a pleasant surprise.
“I’ll help you find it. Until then, you can stay here for now.” He rested his chin on his hand, his light brown pupils darting around. “Anyway, you can’t see it, and no matter how messy the Mihir family’s place is, it won’t bother you.”
But the son of the gods reminded him.
“I can feel my body crumbling, Your Highness. My time is running out,” he said. “If you want to achieve your goal, you’d better find my eyes immediately and send me there.”
The Second Prince's expression was quite strange.
“I’ve never seen anyone so eager to die.” He laughed, a scrutinizing glint in his eyes. “Your eagerness makes me suspicious.”
Then he got an explanation.
"Because he will come," the Son of God said with certainty.
The Second Prince raised an eyebrow and said, "Without my help, his bandit gang wouldn't be able to get into the interior at all. Even if they did come, it would only be one person. What's there to be afraid of? And why are you so afraid of him coming? What? Did you offend him?"
The Second Prince and Mihir shared the same suspicion that they were rushing back to the capital to their deaths.
The son of the gods, who had maintained his composure throughout, slowly shook his head.
It wasn't an illusion; his expression changed slightly, becoming gentler and more human.
Just then, the temporary effects of the potion wore off, and the Son of God's face shed its false exterior. On that beautiful face, his brows and eyes were imbued with a tender and gentle undertone, and even the shadows under his eyes became ambiguous.
“He will come,” the god whispered, stating the fact. “And I will go with him.”
He seemed to hear the sigh of a god, hidden in the gaps between every turn of the sound.
"Therefore, I must settle all this before he arrives."
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Author's Note: I really want to lie and say this is an extra chapter for the nutrient solution_(:з」∠)_ but I'm so afraid you'll keep giving me nutrient solution.
Actually, this is just an extra chapter added to the list to increase the word count! [Please][Please]
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