Chapter 153: Pale Witch joins the team, Baya: Finally able to see

Evening, Ice Plains Castle.

Below the main building that had been split by a crack, many guards lay crookedly, and the deep blue blessing on the miserable corpse gradually dissipated because of the death of its master.

Lucas probably never dreamed that the moment he dreamed of breaking through to the Crescent Rank was the moment of his death.

"Lord, Lord!"

An old man stumbled to Lucas's corpse, completely ignoring Dorovai, whose sword blade was still stained with blood, and wailed loudly.

He was the old butler, Holt.

Perhaps Lucas was not a qualified lord, but no matter what, he was the head of the Ice Plains family and the place he had served with his whole life.

After staring at the wailing old man in front of him for a moment, Dorovai shook her magic power, and the dirty blood on the sword blade was thrown away. Then she put away the long sword and walked toward the outside of the castle.

She didn't have the hobby of killing innocent people, let alone an old man.

And according to the instructions of Uncle Lansen earlier, she should return to Snow Sheep Village immediately after killing Lucas, so as not to fall into the arrest of the Frost Tooth Knights.

Even though the murderer who killed the lord was about to leave, those guards were perfectly maintaining their pretense of lying dead.

It wasn't until long after the girl's figure disappeared outside the castle gate that the guards carefully crawled up from the ground.

"Lord Holt, please restrain your grief. Lord was always benevolent and generous, presumably he has already rested in the Underworld by now."

The guard captain walked cautiously to the side of the wailing old butler and comforted him with a conscience-stricken heart.

Even for Holt, who was in pain, after hearing the word "benevolent and generous," the sad expression on his face couldn't help but stagnate.

This was too irrelevant; it would be an understatement to say it was completely opposite, after all, even the greediest lord usually wouldn't dare not pay the guards like Lucas.

"... Take a few guards to find the mayor of Ice River Town, Roman Ice Plains, to take over the lord, and the grain stored in the castle warehouse, leave one-third, and transport all the rest to the villages in the territory that are caught in famine."

After a long silence, Holt spoke.

Lucas was obsessed with practice and didn't get close to women, so he had no heirs until now. The new lord could only be found from the branch, and Roman was an excellent mayor. After he took over as lord, presumably the Ice Plains territory would gradually return to the peaceful scene of the past.

"As you command, Butler." The guard captain didn't dare to be negligent and immediately led a group of guards to get busy.

And the old butler, holding the corpse that was not in human form, walked slowly toward the family cemetery of Ice Plains Castle.

After burying Lucas, he silently drew the long sword from his waist.

Clang!

By the time the new lord who took over rushed over, he saw an old man kneeling in front of the tombstone, with a wound on his neck, and a corpse that had bled to death.

"Lord Holt, was it really necessary to do this for a villain?" The new lord said sadly.

However, he soon discovered that something was wrong, because the tombstone the old man was kneeling in front of was not Lucas's, but the former Lord of Ice Plains, his lord.

The corners of the new lord's mouth curled up slightly, and he bowed deeply to the old man's corpse.

Lord Holt, you have found your destination!

On the other side.

After killing Lucas to avenge the people who starved to death, Dorovai walked on the snow, feeling that the depression produced after seeing the miserable scene of those villages had been swept away, and her whole mood was refreshed.

Thinking of the greatest contributor to this operation, she looked at the small black-haired young man beside her with enthusiastic eyes.

"Your Majesty, thank you!"

A brilliant smile that had never been seen before appeared on the girl's pretty face.

Her long hair was as faint as the ice and snow under the moonlight, drifting slightly in the biting wind, as if it were the only flowing color on the ice plain.

Those emerald eyes were as clear and cold as jade, reflecting the figure of the person she admired.

Even Xia Mingyu, who was always calm, couldn't help but be lost for a moment when he saw this smile.

Because it was truly too beautiful!

The girl was often like a valiant knight, but the tenderness she occasionally revealed would show a charm that could intoxicate anyone, because she was indeed a true beauty, and even Lady Danielle, who was hailed as the Flower of the Southern Region, had to bow down.

If placed on Blue Star, I'm afraid a live photo would easily attract millions of fans on social software.

"I just did what I could, and you also did what you could," Xia Mingyu said warmly.

To save the starving people, she broke into the castle alone with a sword and left gracefully after cutting down the unjust lord.

What a cute girl, what a trustworthy companion!

"Your Majesty, can you come and see me often in the future?"

Dorovai said softly, a hint of expectation flashing in her emerald eyes.

"Of course, you are my important companion," Xia Mingyu smiled slightly.

"Goodnight, Dorovai." His figure gradually turned into a cluster of torchlight and disappeared.

And after he left, the girl lowered her head with some disappointment.

"Just a companion..." she muttered softly.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Just when Dorovai was disappointed, the snowflakes in the air suddenly became as sharp as blades, rushing and crashing in the howling wind.

Immediately afterward, countless snowflakes gradually gathered into a human shape in the air, revealing a beautiful woman with pale hair, looking at her with a smile that was not a smile.

"Who are you!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Dorovai immediately drew the Lionheart Sword and questioned vigilantly.

Whether it was the way she came to her side silently or this weird way of appearing, it made the alarm bell in her heart ring wildly.

"Before asking someone else's name, reporting your own name first is in line with etiquette." Dorothy looked at the girl in front of her with interest.

Clearly a beauty who was no less than her, but the first impression she gave was like a valiant knight. It was truly a waste of heaven!

"Dorothy." After hesitating for a moment, Dorovai reported her name, of course, a modified fake name.

"Dorothy... Dorothy..." The woman was stunned. After coming to her senses, the smile on her face became even richer.

"It seems we are quite destined. My name is Dorothy. Of course, in the Northern Region, people generally call me the Pale Witch," the witch said warmly.

The moment she heard this title, Dorovai's expression changed greatly.

Pale Witch is the most dangerous person recognized in the Northern Region in recent years.

It is rumored that she is pale all over, has the power to control all ice and snow, and any caravan that encounters her can hardly escape the fate of being frozen into ice sculptures. For a time, it even made all the merchants in Sossia panic and dare not step into the Northern Region again.

It was not until the then Lord of the Northern Region, Mo Wen Dean, together with the merchants' protector, the Piercing Duke, went to the Northern Region and had a fierce battle with her, that the witch was barely forced to withdraw her magic palm, and her whereabouts had been unknown since then.

This meant that the Pale Witch absolutely had the power of the Radiant Moon Rank or above, the pillar of the country!

Clang.

However, facing such a dangerous person, Dorovai silently withdrew her long sword.

One reason was that for an enemy of this level, being empty-handed or holding a sword didn't make much sense.

The second reason was that although the Pale Witch was deeply hated by the lords and merchants of the Northern Region, she unexpectedly had a good reputation among the people of the Northern Region.

There was even an absurd rumor that when they were about to starve to death, as long as they offered prayers to the Pale Witch, they could usher in "redemption."

"Witch, may I ask why you came to me?" Dorovai said solemnly.

She still hadn't let go of her vigilance, after all, no matter what, the other party was a dangerous person who could easily kill her.

"Miss Dorothy, you seem to have snatched my prey, which makes me very unhappy." The witch said calmly, the smile on her face gradually disappearing.

The moment her words fell, the wind and snow in the air surged like a raging sea.

At the same time, the temperature around them dropped rapidly, and even Dorovai, who was a Crescent Knight, felt a biting chill at this moment.

Prey... could it be Lucas?

Dorovai immediately associated it with the Ice Plains lord she had killed earlier.

"Give me a reasonable explanation, and I will decide on your punishment based on your answer." The witch said.

For her, Lucas, who could trigger so much power of pain just after birth, was a delicious meal.

She ran thousands of miles, but was killed by the girl in front of her first, which undoubtedly made her feel offended.

"Don't think about deceiving me, otherwise what awaits you is destruction in the cold night." The witch added.

She hated being deceived, because she often deceived people in the past and knew that the feeling of being deceived was not good.

"In the Ice Plains territory, I saw too many people fall into hell because of Lucas's greed. Parents were sold as slaves, and children were bloated and blind. As a knight, I chose to cut off his head to change all this darkness."

Dorovai told the truth.

When she answered, the witch stared at the girl's eyes. Based on her life experience, those beautiful emerald eyes were so clear that there was not a trace of malice.

An upright female knight, Dorothy made a judgment silently in her heart.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

The wind and snow raging in the air gradually dissipated, and the temperature began to rise.

Seeing this, Dorovai breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that her answer should be considered satisfactory to this moody Witch.

"Knight, I am very satisfied with your righteous act of punishing evil and promoting good. In return, I will give you a reward." The witch said softly.

"The reward is myself."

Dorovai: "???"

"I will join your journey and become your traveling companion to accompany you through a memorable experience." Looking at the surprised expression of the girl in front of her, the Pale Witch continued with a smile of successful mischief.

"No..."

Dorovai just wanted to refuse, but saw the wind and snow that had stopped riot again.

"Welcome to join. Your arrival will undoubtedly make my journey full of excitement."

Forced by the Witch's threat of force, the girl could only swallow her anger and say.

"Hahaha, I think so too!"

The Pale Witch floated over and hugged the arm of the female knight in front of her tightly, smiling like a flower.

The next day.

Polar City, Ice Wolf Castle, castle hall.

On the towering ceiling, a huge iron chandelier was hung, filled with candles, blooming with soft light.

The walls on both sides were covered with knives, swords, and various weapons, showing the castle owner's fanaticism for martial power.

And above the main seat in the center, there was also a huge flag painted with a blue and white wolf head, which was the flag of the Dean family, the hegemon of the Northern Region.

With a straight posture and silver-gray temples combed back meticulously, the dignified and steady middle-aged man sat on the main seat, listening quietly to the report of the attendant below.

It was the Lord of the Northern Region, Mo Wen Dean.

"I didn't expect that wolf cub Lucas to be killed by someone. It's a pity; I was quite optimistic about him." Mo Wen exclaimed.

He had met Lucas once at the funeral of the former Lord of Ice Plains. Through the cover of his appearance, the determination he showed to pursue power at all costs was deeply appreciated by him.

After taking the portrait of the murderer handed by the attendant, Mo Wen browsed it quickly.

A young female knight, blue hair and emerald eyes, sword energy that split the high building... it was also a good seed.

Mo Wen couldn't help but ponder.

The lord under his command was dead, and as the lord of a territory, he had an obligation to avenge him.

But in his view, the weak being killed by the strong was a matter of course.

Isn't it a very stupid thing to avenge the dead weak by going to the strong?

"Cain."

"Here, Father."

A young man with silver-gray short hair and a face as hard as an axe and chisel stood out.

"You and Deputy Commander Ariel go for a trip. If this murderer can fight you to a draw, recruit her; if not, kill her," Mo Wen said coldly.

"Father, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. What I bring back will only be her head."

The young man curled his mouth, revealing a grim cold smile.

But just a woman, even if she luckily killed Lucas, who was at the peak of Morning Star, she was definitely not a match for him in one move.

He would let her understand that in this land of the Northern Region, only the most powerful Dean family had the right to kill wantonly.

Looking at this scene, Mo Wen smiled, but said nothing.

With his vision, he could see that this would be a fierce battle, but with Ariel there, as long as his son could survive, even if he was missing an arm or a leg, it would be his glory.

Southern Region, Twilight City.

At noon, the crowd was bustling and queuing to enter the city.

However, a carriage drove straight into the city gate in the envious eyes of the people, and the Transcendent Knights on duty at the gate even had to bow to it

For on the carriage body was carved a fox-head mark, which symbolized the master of this land.

"That sage is truly remarkable; to think he could actually have the people of Twilight City build a statue for him in the city square!"

Bea William, the new lord of William Territory, sighed as he looked at the sage's statue currently under construction, standing side-by-side with the statue of the Crimson Fire in the city square outside the window.

The resistance he felt in his heart toward this liege, whom his father had forced him to swear loyalty to, had inexplicably diminished significantly.

The only thing that puzzled him slightly was that the statue's face, not yet fully carved, always gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Lord Kalen, Lord Luo Yi, Lord Luo Lan, can you tell me the true identity of this sage now?"

Bea asked curiously, looking at the other three people in the carriage.

As a noble, though he was not well-versed in strategy, he had gained some insight under his father's influence.

The fact that his father could order him to take an oath of loyalty, combined with the expressions of the three people present at the time, told him that the sage must have another, even more noble identity—one that would likely far exceed the Martha family, the overlords of the Southern Region.

"Once we report to that lord and he permits an audience with you, you will naturally understand," Kalen said calmly.

Knowing he could not get an answer from the others, Bea shrugged helplessly. He looked at the statue outside the window, a hint of anticipation welling up in his heart.

What kind of big shot could he be? Could he be a prince from some great nation with a population of over ten million?

Sigh, Damien, I miss you so much~

I heard a disaster broke out in Twilight City earlier; are you safe and sound?

As for the person who ordered his servant to beat me up, now that I have returned after inheriting my title, I must find out his identity, and then I will prove to him that my love for Damien is absolutely true!

The carriage gradually drove into Red Fox Castle. After the others reported, Bea received permission to be granted an audience by the sage.

He stepped into the reception room full of anticipation, wanting to see his future liege.

(End of chapter)