Chapter 151: You have been chosen as a Believer of Pain

Northern Region, Ice Deer Village.

When the village chief heard the news and rushed over, he saw the kind lady who had donated grain earlier, distributing steaming flour porridge to the children in the village who were about to starve to death.

Thump.

The old man, with tears in his eyes, immediately knelt down heavily on both knees.

"Respected Lady, your generosity and kindness are comparable to the sun in the sky. Thank you for saving us again. Please leave your name, and our whole village will pray for you day and night to the gods."

Dorovai did not answer, but silently injected magic power into the emerald ear pendant. A moment later, a green light hole appeared with the opening facing down.

Bang, bang, bang.

Bags of wheat fell out of the hole, and in the blink of an eye, they piled up into a small mountain on the snow.

"No need to pray for me. Please take these children and try your best to live on," Dorovai said softly.

She was not prepared to leave her name, because having been held at a baby honor ceremony by Grand Duke Mason, the name Dorovai was still too conspicuous.

After dropping this sentence, she put down the ladle and walked hurriedly toward the outside of the village.

She still had the oath to kill Lucas within three days to complete, and could not delay any longer.

Watching the girl's figure gradually disappear under the snowflakes, the old man carved her face deeply into his heart, and then pulled a group of children to kneel deeply in her direction.

He didn't get up again until Dorovai's figure disappeared completely.

"Children, eat!" the old man shouted loudly, his voice full of joy.

Accompanied by the laughter of the children, this village, which had previously been dead and silent, bloomed with vitality again.

Evening.

On the wilderness where snowflakes were drifting, the cold wind was like a knife, cutting through the silent night sky.

Dorovai, wrapped in emerald green magic power, rushed at full speed, flashing across the snow like an aurora.

The soles of her boots crushed the accumulated snow, splashing fine ice crystals.

Her breath condensed into white mist in the cold air, only to be torn apart by the oncoming wind.

And Xia Mingyu, the size of a doll, sat on her shoulder like Pikachu, leaning sleepily against the girl's ice-blue long hair, which was as smooth as silk.

After leaving Ice Deer Village, Dorovai ran wildly without stopping for a full few hours.

It should be said that she was worthy of being a Crescent Rank knight... Even the tall black horse that the Lord of Iron Horse Territory had carefully selected was not as fast as the girl's two legs.

"Your Majesty, I am prepared to travel through the night tonight. Please go to sleep first."

Noticing that he was so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes, Dorovai stopped and said with a concerned expression.

"Then, see you tomorrow."

Xia Mingyu did not refuse. After he said goodnight, his small figure turned into a cluster of torchlight and gradually dissipated.

Looking at the empty shoulder, a sense of loneliness arose in Dorovai's heart, but it was soon suppressed into the bottom of her heart by Dorovai.

She looked around; above her head was the pitch-black night sky, and in all directions was the boundless snow, so silent that she could even hear every heartbeat of her own.

One, two, three...

A sense of loneliness arose spontaneously, but it was soon suppressed into the bottom of her heart by Dorovai.

"If only the King could stay on my shoulder all the time, and only I could see him, how good that would be!"

A ridiculous thought flashed through the girl's mind inexplicably, and then she hurriedly scooped up a handful of snow from the ground to wash her face, so that she could be a little more sober and not let her imagination run wild.

"Continue to set off!"

After washing her face, which was whiter than snowflakes, with snow, Dorovai regrouped and turned into a green aurora again, flying toward the endless snow in the distance.

Red Fox Castle, guest bedroom.

After her consciousness returned, Xia Mingyu found that he was already lying on the soft big bed in the castle, and...

On his right side, there was also a golden-haired girl lying there wearing a pure white nightgown—it was Anliya.

At this moment, she had her eyes closed slightly, sinking into the fluffy goose-down pillow, the white silk nightgown slightly wrinkled at her waist, outlining soft curves.

A slender lower leg was exposed under the hem of the skirt, and her skin shone with a pearl-like luster in the moonlight coming through the window gauze.

Her cherry-pink lips were slightly parted, exhaling even breaths, and a faint body fragrance combined with the faint fragrance emitted by the aromatherapy on the bedside table, floating slowly in the still air.

And most importantly, Anliya's hands were tightly hugging his right arm, so that Xia Mingyu could clearly feel the extremely soft touch.

Hiss!

Xia Mingyu gasped. He wanted to pull his arm out, but he was afraid of waking the sleeping girl.

In the end, he could only be forced to enjoy the girl's soft body and clear fragrance, gradually falling into a dream.

And after he fell asleep and made a slight snoring sound, the girl who had been sleeping soundly slowly opened her eyes, and a trace of resentment flashed in those deep blue eyes.

Then her body moved slightly upward, leaning her head against Xia Mingyu's chest.

Listening to the heartbeat and the solidity beside the pillow, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she fell asleep with satisfaction.

The night of one person is very long, but the night of two people only remembers his body temperature.

At the same time.

Northern Region, Ice Plains Castle.

It was late at night, but the study in the main building was still brightly lit.

The young lord was leaning comfortably on the leather sofa in front of the desk, playing with a bottle filled with bright golden liquid under the candlelight.

"Not bad, not bad." While playing, he also exclaimed in wonder.

This was a bottle of high-quality strength-enhancing potion he had ordered from the City of Slaves at a high price of ten gold sol.

It was said to be refined from the essence of flesh and blood of the named monster Man-Eating Demon Lion Eurus, which could greatly enhance a person's strength and was undoubtedly a rare and precious resource for those practicing the Knight's Path.

"I heard that Hagek Kesi beat that man-eating demon lion to death with just a pair of bare fists and used this to establish a great achievement and be promoted to a Hundred-Death Fighter of the Crescent Rank, and he is only twenty-one years old until now!"

Lucas's fingers turned the bottle gently, looking at the bright golden potion surging in the bottle, he seemed to see the heroic posture of the man who was born a slave and broke his predetermined fate with a pair of fists in the Blood Tooth Arena.

How powerful, how diligent, how admirable he was!

Unlike other lords, Lucas deeply despised those compatriots who indulged in pleasure and slept on women's thighs. He believed that those were just passing clouds on the road of life, which would disappear after a moment of pleasure, and were completely unworthy of mention.

And Lucas's entire life and all his energy were dedicated to what he considered the greatest and most magnificent cause in the world—the sublimation of his own rank!

When he read the creation myth as a child, his entire body and soul were deeply shocked.

So, everything he lived in, along with himself, was built on the body of a great living being.

So, was the sun that emitted infinite light and brought warmth to the entire Northern Region actually alive?

So, was there really a living being that could be ranked with the stars and live forever?

From that moment on, a thought that seemed incredibly blasphemous to ordinary people popped into Lucas's mind—he also wanted to be ranked with the stars and become that great existence that could not be spoken of.

For this reason, in the past, he had sacrificed almost all entertainment, and all day long, besides practicing, he was still practicing.

Among a group of noble children who indulged in pleasure, he appeared particularly dazzling, and was even hailed as the "Bee of the Ice Plains," meaning he was as diligent as a bee.

And the former Viscount of Ice Plains, his father, who had raised his eyebrows and exhaled in front of the lords of the Northern Region, praised him greatly and, at his pleading, spared no expense to buy various potions to support his practice.

It was a pity that his talent was still too poor. Now he was twenty-four years old, but his strength had been stagnant at the peak of Morning Star, always one step away from the level of the true strong in the world, the Crescent Rank, which could be directly awarded an honorary title by power.

Thinking of this, Lucas sighed lightly, but looking at the bright golden potion in his hand, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes again.

As long as he took this high-quality strength-enhancing potion, he would definitely be able to successfully be promoted to the Crescent Rank!

Knock, knock.

Just as Lucas was about to set off for the secret room to take the potion, the door of the study was knocked gently.

"Come in." Lucas frowned slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction appearing between his brows.

He had already guessed the identity of the person coming.

An old man wearing a tailcoat with white hair and beard pushed the door open carefully and walked in. After entering, he immediately bowed deeply to Lucas respectfully.

The person coming was Holt, the butler of Ice Plains Castle, who had served two generations of lords of Ice Plains Castle, and even Lucas had been taken care of by this old man when he was a child.

"It's so late, and you're still coming. What's the matter?" Lucas said calmly, but his tone carried a bit of reprimand.

"Lord, I am very sorry to disturb your tranquility."

Hearing this, Holt immediately apologized sincerely.

"It's just that it's a matter of urgency, and I have to ask for your wishes immediately."

"Speak," Lucas said coldly.

"Recently, there have been too many villagers starving to death in the villages in our Ice Plains territory. There is a kind rich man in the town who is willing to sell us grain at a low price to relieve the villages, only needing..."

"Enough, how much money do you want!" Lucas interrupted the old butler impatiently.

"Lord, it only takes four gold sol to buy enough grain to temporarily alleviate the famine," Holt considered carefully.

In fact, the money needed was a total of six gold sol, but he had been a butler for decades and had saved two gold sol for his old age, which he could take out at this time to help the Ice Plains territory.

After all, he knew that apart from spending money lavishly on buying practice resources, the new lord was extremely stingy in other aspects, and even the wages of the castle maids were often stopped.

"What, four gold sol!"

Lucas, who had been calm just a moment ago, was now like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, glaring at the old butler in front of him.

"Four gold sol, that's enough to buy half a bottle of strength-enhancing potion! You actually want me to use it to relieve those useless farmers!" The young lord suppressed his anger and said coldly.

"Lord, farmers are not useless. They will cultivate the land, produce new grain next year, and pay taxes..."

Holt still wanted to argue something, but was signaled by the annoyed Lucas to leave.

"Lord, if this continues, there won't be a single living person in the villages of our Ice Plains territory in five years!"

Driven by necessity, Holt told the painful truth he had learned from his field investigations and calculations over the past few days.

Those children bloated from hunger, and those villagers who were taken away by Kelai merchants like locusts to the City of Slaves, one by one, skinny as sticks, gave Holt a great shock in his heart.

He even began to suspect that he was going to hell because of this.

And the lord who had the ability to change all this, because of the slave head tax that Kelai merchants pooled together to give him, opened the door of convenience and allowed his people to be bought and sold at will.

At this moment, buying that batch of low-priced grain to relieve the famine-stricken villages was the last chance to save the Ice Plains territory.

Under Holt's expectant gaze, Lucas, who had heard this painful truth...

"What, can it still hold on for five years?" the young lord said in surprise.

Holt: "..."

"It seems it's still not aggressive enough," Lucas pondered while resting his chin on his hand.

To him, the only role of this territory, which had been passed down by the Ice Plains family for a hundred years, was to help him break through to the Crescent Rank sooner.

Because after breaking through to the Crescent Rank, the resources produced on this land were far from enough to help him carry out subsequent promotions, and he would inevitably leave here to travel.

And before leaving, he would definitely sell everyone on this territory for a good price. This was also why he was fishing for all the fish.

Five years... hehe, still too long!

And the old butler, who had roughly guessed Lucas's thoughts through his expression, left in despair.

At this moment, he finally confirmed that this lord, who had been considered the best heir in the entire Northern Region by Ice Plains Castle, actually didn't have even a bit of noble honor.

He was a monster, a monster who only wanted to be promoted and was willing to sacrifice everything for it.

"My late Lord, can you tell me what to do?"

Holt thought desperately. His lord was Lucas's father, the former Lord of Ice Plains, who unfortunately encountered a monster attack during a joint hunt with Lucas a few years ago and died without a corpse.

Secret room.

Bang!

Accompanied by a crisp breaking sound, Lucas looked angrily at the potion bottle fragments that had splashed on the floor after being dropped by himself.

He had just taken and digested the strength-enhancing potion. Although his strength had been further improved, the distance to the Crescent Rank was still indefinitely distant.

"Damn it, I spent ten gold sol for this little effect. If I had known, I might as well have tried other potions." He cursed secretly.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a trace of despair in his heart.

His aptitude was truly too poor. He had taken so many potions but still failed to be promoted to Crescent. It was feared that he didn't even have half the talent of that Hagek Kesi.

If this continued, let alone realizing the ideal in his heart, he wouldn't even be able to walk out of the Northern Region.

"Great living being, if you can listen to my prayer, please grant me the power to break through to Crescent. I am willing to offer everything I have as an exchange."

Driven to a dead end, Lucas put his hands together and prayed piously.

He felt that as long as the living being was great enough, it would definitely be able to hear any prayer in the world.

This great living being might be the Seven Gods, or the Creator, or the living being outside the crystal wall transformed by the Creator's skin in the creation myth...

No matter who it was, god or devil, as long as it could help him, it would be fine!

In his prayer, gradually, an incomparably magnificent existence cast its gaze.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" With just one gaze, Lucas's soul fell into a crazy tremor.

I don't know how long it took, perhaps an instant, perhaps eternity, Lucas gradually found his consciousness.

He vaguely remembered that he had just seen an eyeball whose volume was larger than the entire world, and the moment he looked at it, he seemed to have tasted all the pain in the world—hunger, fear, numbness, cold...

At the same time, a piece of information remained in his mind.

"You have been chosen as a Believer of Pain."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 152 =====