Chapter 505: The

Twilight City, afternoon.

Inside an abandoned warehouse unclaimed by anyone, the piled-up sacks and wooden boxes emitted a stale, moldy smell.

The afternoon sunlight slanted down from the filth-covered skylight, cutting out beams of light in the air, illuminating the dancing dust and the pale blue butterfly that occasionally passed through.

And in this quiet light and dust, the shadow in one corner suddenly twisted and squirmed as if collapsing, as if it had life.

In a breath, Luo Yan's figure emerged silently from the shadow, his right hand lightly patting the dust that didn't exist on his robe.

Seeing the master who appeared in the warehouse, Sarah, who was leaning against the door, also walked out from under the shadow, her expression respectful as she touched one knee to the ground.

"Demon King."

Today is the agreed regular contact time.

She had been waiting here for a long time.

Looking at Sarah, who was kneeling on one knee to salute, Luo Yan nodded lightly, signaling her to get up.

"Get up and speak."

"As you command."

Sarah stood up respectfully, stood still in front of Luo Yan, and began to report on the work during this period.

"... First, it is the latest progress of the Salvation Army. As you expected, that fire in Roland City provided us with an excellent opportunity. Just when King Theoden was busy showing off his power on the balcony of the castle, Grega had already led the most elite scouts of the Salvation Army and planted eyes in that slum that had been burned to white ground."

Luo Yan had heard about this matter; rumors of the winter fire had already been brought to Lei Ming City by boatmen and merchants on the Running River, and the "Lei Ming City Daily" also had a small amount of coverage on this matter.

"He is not showing off power, this guy is very smart." Luo Yan smiled faintly, giving a fair evaluation.

Although the citizens of Lei Ming City stood in their own position and mocked the King's stupidity, true discerning people could see that the King was using the most brilliant means of taming.

A third-rate dog trainer only knows how to hit, a second-rate dog trainer gives a bone after hitting, and a first-rate dog trainer can not only do both, but also make the dog form an excellent sense of self-management and complete the expansion of the ranch.

He wants to make the citizens of Roland City laugh at funerals, cry at weddings, and practice the skill of assessing the situation, thereby completing self-castration. When someone says something he doesn't like, those eunuchs with handles will automatically rush up to sew another person's mouth shut for him.

What is certain is that this person must be a Machiavellian without any faith; the "Holy Word Book" is just a doggerel on his lips, and the Tribunal and the Green Forest Army are tools for him to borrow strength, and even the Winter Moon fire can be utilized.

It's a pity he doesn't have the writing style and patience of Niccolò Machiavelli, otherwise he would definitely be able to write "The Prince" belonging to this world.

"But precisely because of his arrogance, our results are also very significant."

Sarah's tone carried a hint of taking credit, continuing in a very soft voice.

"On that ruin, the Salvation Army absorbed a large number of poor people who lost everything in the fire; we told them who the real enemy is. Under Grega's guidance, they quickly accepted the teachings of the 'New Testament,' swore allegiance to Princess Saintess, and realized who the real enemy is."

"Not only that, with the help of the Salvation Army, they regained the motivation to live. Some went to the tavern's kitchen, some became servants of citizens, some became peddlers in the street market, and even serfs on the manor... infiltrating Roland City and even the surrounding count territories, developing more branches for us."

"Based on this, Grega established a brand-new underground intelligence organization in Roland City, responsible for establishing the intelligence network of the Ryan Kingdom. He named it 'Stigmata'."

Luo Yan nodded; this name was also appropriate.

In Roland City, where the Holy Light shines, they are the ugly scars that the followers of the Holy Light are unwilling to look directly at, and they are also the cracks hidden under the candlestick.

"As for this," Sarah took out a scroll from under her cloak and handed it gently to her master, "it is the first piece of intelligence sent out since the establishment of 'Stigmata'... Grega believes it is important enough, and only you, 'God's Son,' can handle it personally."

Luo Yan took the scroll, unfolded it in front of him, and an intrigued expression floated on his face.

Good fellow—

Secret police of the Ryan Kingdom?

But it's also normal.

Referring to history on Earth, feudal monarchs during the Renaissance attached great importance to intelligence work; for example, the most well-known Louis XI was therefore called the "Spider King," and his eyes and ears were all over the court of the Kingdom of France and even the courts of neighboring countries.

The "Notre-Dame de Paris" written by Hugo depicts the ecology of the citizens of Paris during the reign of Louis XI, and there is also a side description of this. And the cause of this tragedy in the end was precisely because of that roar of Louis XI to the archers—"Kill them all! Kill the beggars, hang the witches! Leave no one alive!"

Of course, Louis XI in reality never said this sentence; literary works after all cannot be read as history books. Even masterpieces, since they are written by people, can only be viewed dialectically.

For example, "Notre-Dame de Paris," of course, is also Hugo's "private goods," after all, every word was written by him privately.

And if you want to see "public goods" without private goods, I'm afraid you can only turn to Gauss's "Disquisitiones Arithmeticae"; only science that has been repeatedly scrutinized by countless scholars is the coldest.

Or, with the same spirit of exploration of science as Gauss, go through the memoirs of those around Louis XI, looking for ink marks in the margins of "Notre-Dame de Paris."

In short, no matter how the *Lei Ming City Daily* might spin the King of Leon, Luo Yan didn't truly believe that Theoden Devalu was just a sleepy old man.

Being able to "check" Edward's hand outside Twilight City, this guy also has some means.

This hand of cards is played quite well.

It's a pity, the hell force has come.

"... The infiltrators of 'Stigmata' developed peripheral subordinates among the palace servants and church handymen; those people are suspicious, but they are easy to buy with gold coins, clearly they didn't think about retiring safely under the King's command. According to the analysis of intelligence personnel, Theoden's command holds an extremely secret secret unit."

"They are called, 'Gravediggers'."

Sarah added seriously.

"The establishment of this unit is extremely strange; its personnel are generally active in the royal palace and the central cathedral of Roland City, some are adventurers, some are down-and-out nobles, and illegitimate children who are not treated well by the family. And all signs indicate that the strange death of the previous Archbishop of the Ryan Kingdom... may have something to do with this dagger hidden under the crown."

Luo Yan's gaze stayed on the words "central cathedral" for a moment; the margin of the scroll was drawn with the current Archbishop Claude in pencil.

According to the Salvation Army's investigation, Claude was once a clown in the King's court. I don't know how he was operated into the church, then went to the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng to be a bishop, and finally became the patriarch of the entire Ryan Kingdom diocese.

"Does this Gravedigger unit have any movements?" Luo Yan asked with interest.

"Precisely because they had movements, our people were able to discover this power hidden in the darkness, but it's a pity, the level of 'Stigmata' is still shallow, and what they bought were only some peripheral personnel..." Sarah's voice carried a trace of regret. "They only found out that the King's 'Gravediggers' had a secret mobilization recently, however, the specific intelligence is still a blank."

Luo Yan closed the scroll and fell into thought.

At the current subtle node, Theoden's purpose in using such an elite secret unit is nothing more than two.

Kill, or save.

Luo Yan's fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the scroll, falling into thought.

"If the goal is to kill. Then the most likely target is Jelock."

Sarah hesitated slightly.

"Why not... Ailin or Edward?"

"Assassinating a God-Chosen, I'm afraid only the Demon King can take this job." Luo Yan made a joke, then continued. "As for assassinating another monarch... the risk is too great, and it may not necessarily be in Theoden's interest."

But Jelock might not be.

He has taken a lifelong vow, never to return to secular life, abandoning all secular titles and honors.

If he dies "accidentally" in the monastery of exile, this dirty water will immediately be splashed on Edward's head.

The tyrant who killed his brother...

This dirty water can not only threaten Edward's newly established prestige, but also provide an excuse for the Ryan Kingdom to further intervene in the situation of the Campbell Duchy.

"Then... if it is to save someone?" Sarah asked.

"Count Derrick, and those rebellious nobles who were imprisoned."

Luo Yan continued in a calm tone.

"Rescuing these 'losers' is the fastest way to disrupt the situation in the Campbell Duchy again. As long as they are still alive, Theoden can let them form a 'government in exile' on the land of the Ryan Kingdom, using their influence in the Campbell Duchy to continuously create trouble for Edward."

It's just that, whether it's assassinating Jelock or breaking out of the dungeon in Campbell, these are not tasks that ordinary soldiers can complete.

After all, Jelock himself is platinum-level, and the dungeon in Campbell at least possesses defensive power capable of binding platinum-level superhumans.

Luo Yan couldn't help but raise a trace of doubt in his heart.

Wanting to assassinate Jelock, at least one must be silver or gold to have a chance of success. And wanting to be foolproof, at least one must be diamond-level or even higher.

But the problem is.

Superhumans are not weeds on the side of the road.

Those bronze-level adventurers don't count, every powerhouse who has been promoted to platinum-level is a famous "vested interest."

They themselves are nobles, clergy, or archmages, and the power they hold is either the blessing of past lives or the legendary achievements established by unremitting efforts in this life. Who would be willing to be such an unseen assassin for Theoden?

And if one wants to use poison and other methods, the ones watching Jelock must be Edward's confidants, almost no possibility of being bought.

"... You can't hire such people at the Adventurer's Guild." Luo Yan thought to himself.

Could it be that one can go to his old home, hell, and ask the "enemy" to take action?

It's understandable for a count to be sloppy, but a King shouldn't be this sloppy...

Looking at the Demon King in thought, Sarah said in a deep voice.

"I will order Grega, at all costs, to continue to track the movements of the 'Gravediggers'."

"No need to force it." Luo Yan handed the scroll back to her. "'Stigmata' has just taken root, don't be eager for success. Their task at the current stage is not to fight head-on with the King's secret agents, but to spread the power of the New Testament to every corner that the shadow of the crown cannot cover."

"As for the motivation of the 'Gravediggers,' I will guard against it through other means."

Sarah nodded respectfully.

"Yes... Demon King."

After the topic of the Salvation Army and the Stigmata organization ended, Luo Yan turned to ask about the recent situation in Twilight City and the situation of the Tribunal active in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng.

For the Demon King's inquiry, Sarah was naturally knowing everything, the cat ears on her head shaking lightly, making a detailed statement about the things she knew.

Clearly.

Mr. Jimenez from the Shengcheng is not doing well in his work; the more the soldiers in black robes try to hunt down heretics, the stronger the hatred of the bottom-level commoners for the Tribunal becomes.

And all of that was hidden under the surface of forbearance. People looked at each other on the road, exchanging their dissatisfaction with their eyes, just not daring to show it to the priests.

Some discussions about the "New Testament" have appeared, although there are many versions, they all have a common core—

That is "everyone is a priest."

Quite a few people have begun to take the initiative to go deep into the Wan Ren Mountains to find the remnants of the Salvation Army, avoiding the suppression of the Tribunal... and among them, some were actively brought in by Brennan's subordinates.

Luo Yan was very satisfied with the performance of these pawns, seeing the bowstring of a bow being pulled tight bit by bit.

The arrow has been aimed at the bullseye, but it hasn't been shot out yet.

They are waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The business was finally finished, the atmosphere in the warehouse became a bit more relaxed, and the frequency of the two cat ears on Sarah's head shaking became comfortable.

Perhaps feeling that the atmosphere was right, Sarah hesitated for a moment and suddenly spoke in a low voice, her voice carrying a trace of caution.

"Demon King, can I ask you a question?"

Luo Yan said in a casual tone.

"Ask."

A trace of imperceptible joy floated in Sarah's eyes, and she spoke in a hurried tone.

"How have you been lately? I'm not by your side to take care of you... are you still used to it? Did Tafu give you any trouble?"

This doesn't seem to be a question.

Thinking of Vivian who was still making a scene in the courtyard, Luo Yan's expression was a bit subtle, and he sighed lightly.

"That's a long story."

Sarah hesitated.

"Long... story?"

Luo Yan nodded lightly, summarizing.

"In short, I miss the time you were here every day."

A flush of red appeared on her fair face unconsciously, Sarah lowered her head lightly, hiding that rare shyness and satisfaction in the shadow.

Luo Yan also felt that his expression seemed a bit inappropriate; bringing the persona of Prince Kelin here seemed to have the suspicion of workplace sexual harassment.

But he had already said it, and he didn't intend to take it back. Hesitating and looking forward and backward was what Nan Fu did.

As for the Demon King.

Do it if you do it, the future epic won't write this stuff, is this a thing?

Luo Yan quickly changed the subject.

"Princess Ailin, how is she lately?"

That flushed face recovered a bit, Sarah's tone was still flat, returning to the rigor of reporting work.

"Princess Ailin has been very well-behaved lately. She spends most of her time in the attic of the inn, only maintaining a single-line contact with Teresa and me. Before, she accidentally heard about the civil strife in the Campbell Duchy, but after listening to what you told her, she quickly calmed down and didn't mention returning to the Duchy again."

"Most of the time?" Luo Yan keenly captured one of the words.

Sarah nodded slightly: "Yes, she occasionally goes out, using the alchemy mask you bestowed upon her and the magic potion to cover up, and moves in the city as Teresa."

"What does she usually do?"

"Mainly to relax; after all, staying in the attic every day besides reading books has nothing else to do. She is a woman who can't stay idle, always thinking about her warhorse—"

"Say the point."

"Cough, she usually goes to the square at the entrance of the Adventurer's Guild to turn around, but the Adventurer's Guild hasn't opened recently, and there is no one in the square. Occasionally she also goes to the market at the city gate to purchase her daily necessities, or listens to the conversations of citizens there."

Luo Yan nodded upon hearing this.

This is not a bad thing.

Although Ailin is considered the kind of lord who is relatively close to the people, often appearing in places where commoners live, she only operated in the areas of Lei Ming City and Campbell Castle.

Those are the most prosperous areas of the Campbell Duchy, and they don't have representativeness on the Aus Continent.

She should take a look at what other places are like, and then she can have an objective understanding of feudalism.

Sarah was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing her words: "Master, she is in the city right now, don't you want to say hello to her?"

Luo Yan looked at Sarah, thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"No need, continue to take good care of her for me... such days shouldn't last too long."

After the little ancestor from the Demon Capital finishes the winter vacation, he estimates that it is time to arrange some new work for Ailin.

As for now, she still needs to settle down.

To be honest, the winter vacation in the Demon Capital is too long, why didn't he feel it before?

Is it because of work-study...

Councilor Luo Yan couldn't help but fall into thought; the second-generation demons in the Demon Capital are still too relaxed, they must be made to realize the hardships of the "Temple Orphans."

Looking at the Demon King who was worried about the future of the Great Cemetery again, Sarah lowered her head respectfully.

"As you command."

At the city gate of Twilight City, guards holding long halberds were ready, checking everyone who tried to enter Twilight City or leave here.

At this time, a young female knight walked to the gate and showed the token in her hand.

"I am Princess Ailin's guard, needing to go out of the city to purchase."

"So it is Princess Teresa..." Seeing the Campbell Duke's emblem on the token, the guards saluted respectfully and stepped aside.

The hook-sickle spearmen of the Lionheart Knights looked over here, clearly carrying a trace of displeasure for the "showing off" of the Campbellians.

However, they didn't say anything.

"Teresa" glanced at them indifferently, then shifted her gaze and walked toward the market outside the city.

That was naturally not the real Teresa, but Ailin acting while wearing an alchemy mask.

She dyed her silver hair into the most inconspicuous brown with magic potion, sprayed on perfume that covered the blood clan's aura, and put on the set of leather armor that Teresa wore daily.

Although her size was not small, the well-trained Teresa still left enough space for her.

This experience of hiding her identity made Ailin feel incomparably novel; before, although she would also stroll on the streets of Lei Ming City, almost everyone there knew she was Ailin.

People's attention would occasionally make her feel distressed; they would unconsciously show their most decent side, while she actually wanted to see what they were like in life.

Here, she didn't have those scruples.

Ailin, walking on the path at the city gate, looked at the wooden buildings along the street.

Compared to the prosperous Lei Ming City, here was like a dense big village, several families crowded into a narrow wooden building, and domestic sewage flowed under the window eaves.

Twilight City has a simple sewer, imitating the sewer built by "Lint Isaac" for Lei Ming City during the Isaac Dynasty, but it only covered a few street blocks near the Viceroy's Mansion.

If one had to use a few words to describe those street blocks that were not covered, the only ones Ailin could think of were poverty, oppression, and depression.

If one had to summarize these three words with one word, the only one she could think of was "feudal."

The Tribunal also had a station in the settlement outside the city; they patrolled in gleaming armor, standing with those judges in black robes.

Terrified by their prestige, the peddlers in the market didn't dare to shout, and customers were in a hurry, which made them look even more suspicious, always attracting the frequent attention of those judges.

Carefully passing through the sewage-filled streets, Ailin walked into the crowded and depressed market.

She noticed that people here mainly used copper coins for transactions, and the prices were surprisingly cheap.

She was a bit surprised at first, because the prices inside the gate of Twilight City were completely different, but she soon understood the reason.

Both buyers and sellers were mostly local farmers with no money in their pockets, and there were no foreign merchants at all.

After all, doing business while risking being checked by the Tribunal was truly unwise, and selling goods to farmers who had no money to begin with was an unprofitable thing.

Why not sell to citizens?

That was naturally because they didn't have the Campbell family's token, nor did they have the Devalu family's or the church's.

Ailin noticed that at a stall not far away, two farmers were bargaining, and finally one of them exchanged a small bag of potatoes for a few nails used to repair furniture.

Due to the restrictions on circulation, it had temporarily returned to the primitive society of barter.

That was in the early First Epoch, so long ago that even the bookshelves storing those epics were basically covered in dust.

Like the market in the city, there was nothing to buy in the market at the city gate.

Ailin was a bit disappointed.

She thought the situation would be better after spring came, but the spring in the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng seemed to be later than usual.

However, she was still relatively lucky; after searching for a while, she actually found a fruit stall.

Thinking that Sarah seemed to like eating fruit, her eyes lit up and she walked over, picking and choosing at the stall.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man whose spine was still relatively hard, but the vegetable color on his face was also visible to the naked eye. Seeing Ailin wearing fine leather armor, his expression immediately became respectful, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Sir, what do you need?"

"I'm just looking."

"Alright..."

"..."

Ailin leaned closer to the stall, picking carefully.

Although they were apples that had survived the winter, after storage in the cellar, the skin was already wrinkled, far from fresh, but being able to find apples in this depressed market was already a pleasant surprise.

Seeing that they also sold some dried fruit here, she tried to search for the nuts she liked, but unfortunately there were none.

Merchants from the east and south banks of the Whirlpool Sea couldn't come here, only those friends with exotic accents and skin like wheat would bring those things.

"Knight Sir," he said cautiously while packing the bag, "are you... from the Campbell Duchy?"

"You could say that." Ailin answered ambiguously; she learned Teresa's tone, trying to make her voice sound cold. "How is business lately? Are there many customers?"

The stall owner subconsciously glanced not far away, where two Kingdom soldiers happened to pass by.

He sighed and lowered his voice.

"Sir, don't joke, besides you, where are there any other customers? Thanks to those lords, only noble Knight Sirs like you would come to take care of my small business."

These apples were mostly thrown away by the lord after winter. Usually, they would be distributed to the lord's servants as benefits by the lord's steward, but there would also be some stewards or servants who would intercept a portion and let acquaintances in the village take them to nearby market towns to exchange for some money to share.

It was only because this knight was from Campbell and wasn't in cahoots with their King that he dared to complain a little.

"Why do you still keep it open?" Ailin asked suspiciously.

"This... I have to live too," the stall owner smiled bitterly, "not setting up a stall means nothing, setting up a stall during the busy farming season is good enough to exchange for a little."

Ailin's cheeks flushed, realizing she had asked a very stupid question, and said sorry in her heart.

She changed the subject.

"Where do you live?"

"In the village nearby."

"How is it there?"

"Hey," the stall owner waved his hand, unwilling to talk more, "don't mention it... it's chaotic, it's the same everywhere."

Ailin's mood became a bit complicated.

"Knight Sir," the stall owner suddenly summoned the courage to ask expectantly, "do you know... when will they leave?"

Ailin looked at the cold backs of those soldiers and was silent for a moment.

She put a small bag of copper coins on the stall: "Should be soon. Take it; I'll take all the apples."

She didn't wait for the stall owner to give change, carrying the bag of apples that wasn't heavy, turned and mixed into the sparse crowd, walking toward the city gate.

Today's time for letting out the wind was enough, and she had learned some new situations. Although she wanted to stroll more, her identity was really not suitable for staying outside for too long.

However, just as she turned a street corner, Ailin's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Since becoming a blood clan, her sense of smell had become incomparably keen, as well as her perception in the darkness.

A faint aura came, and with the prying gaze, it lightly touched the back of her neck.

That aura...

Could it be Luo Yan?!

'We will meet again.'

Recalling the whisper she heard in the cave, her heart was shocked, and she subconsciously looked back, but only saw the crows on the roof, making a few "caw caw" sounds, then flapping their wings and flying away.

Those few birds seemed to be scared away by her sharp eyes; the one that seemed to be looking at her just now was them.

"Illusion..."

Ailin subconsciously touched her chest and whispered in her mouth.

If it wasn't an illusion, it could only mean that the demons of hell were also involved in the situation of Twilight City.

It's just hard to say whether they were attracted by the Tribunal, or the latter was attracted by the former.

Ailin fell into troubled thought.

She felt like a pawn on a huge chessboard, and the battlefield she could see was only a corner of the chessboard.

And almost the moment she retracted her gaze, she suddenly felt a completely different aura brush past her!

That was a cold death aura, different from the demons in the labyrinth, it was closer to pure malice.

Ailin's pupils instantly contracted, she turned around suddenly, and this time her hand touched the hilt of her sword unconsciously.

Who?!

She scanned her surroundings vigilantly, but the passing pedestrians blocked her line of sight.

The bustling market was full of people in a hurry; she saw a few farmers driving skinny donkeys, a man with blank eyes leaning against the wall, a few peddlers whispering... everything as usual.

And in the time it took her to search, that evil aura had disappeared.

It didn't seem to be coming for her, just passing by her side.

As for why she was able to detect it, perhaps it was just a coincidence...

After all, Twilight City today was crowded with all kinds of people, and many forces were involved.

Ailin frowned tightly and stood in place for a long time.

Was it an illusion again?

Perhaps this was also a sequela of the blood clan.

For things in the darkness, she also felt that she was sometimes too suspicious.

She wasn't like this before...

Just as Ailin retracted her gaze and quickened her pace to return to the inn in the city, a man wearing a tattered cloak was walking from the other end of the street with staggering but firm steps.

His face was thin and withered, hanging a cross pendant on his chest, and carrying a flail with a cross hanging on his shoulder, just like a bitter monk.

This kind of person is not rare on the Aus Continent; they dedicate their souls to the gods, view the flesh as sin, and exchange spiritual sublimation through practice, until the soul is liberated from the flesh.

The Saint Xisi Church holds a respectful but distant attitude toward these spontaneously formed lunatics.

After all, the abstinence of the masses is praised by the priests, but these lunatics who whip themselves clearly have gone too far, at least they didn't finish listening to the priests' words.

This kind of thing is very common.

Just like the lords, they like to erect a statue for the commoners to worship, but there are always some guys with broken brains who will apply saliva to it without authorization, causing them to frown.

Of course, people with broken brains don't talk about it for now, many bitter monks are worthy of respect.

They don't just punish their own flesh, they also do good deeds when they are sober, and crusade against the rural demons that the holy knights are too lazy to crusade against.

The soul level of the bitter practitioners who gain the respect of the commoners is often stronger than ordinary adventurers; although their power does not come from the torture of themselves, establishing a legend itself is also a way to become a powerhouse. The two accidentally reached unity.

This is the same as Gante thinking he became a sword saint by sword technique; he did indeed achieve legend on the journey of pursuing "becoming a saint by sword," so it is not contradictory.

Because the personalities of the bitter monks are mostly strange, many normal believers are not willing to provoke them. Including the theologians from the Shengcheng, they hold a respectful but distant attitude.

For example, at this moment, a theologian belonging to the Tribunal frowned and moved his gaze away from this beggar.

The soldiers standing beside the theologian didn't look at him at all.

Their attention was all on the sneaky peddlers and whispering commoners around them, turning a blind eye to this "bitter monk" who was like a stone on the side of the road.

It's a pity, they are destined not to achieve legend by following the rules.

But if they caught this beggar, washed his face clean, and let him eat a full meal for a month, they would find that it was exactly the same as the portrait on the wanted notice.

Under the dirty cloak was a pale and thin face, the convex eyes under the brow bone revealing fanatical madness.

It was one of the twelve leaders of the Green Forest Army, the big rat who escaped from the chaotic army—Haro, known as the "Burier."

Like his nickname, before joining the Green Forest Army, he was a grave robber who visited famous tombs.

Before he died, he was saved by Kailan, then joined the Green Forest Army that resisted the lords, and was recruited into the sacred affairs by a true powerhouse after the uprising failed.

"Task... task..." he tightened the tattered cloak on his body, whispering madly, just like a believer truly immersed in sacred affairs.

A true big shot promised him, as humble as an ant, that as long as he accomplished one thing, he wouldn't have to hide in the gutter like a rat and live by wagging his tail and begging for pity in the future.

He will gain a new identity, and even be able to walk in the sunshine and become a real noble!

It must be said that it is very difficult for people to play things they haven't seen; no matter how they act, they will inevitably show their feet, even the Demon King who is good at acting.

The Green Forest Army from the fields, whether they are helpers or leaders, the deep desire in their hearts is to become a lord who overrides everyone; the difference only lies in whether they have a sense of the desire deep in their hearts.

Haro belongs to the type who has a sense of himself.

He didn't rob graves because the Baron dug up his ancestral grave or persecuted his family. The real reason wasn't that complicated; he just wanted the gold in the coffin.

Precisely because he had a clear understanding of himself, even though the Green Forest Army's immature uprising failed, he successfully lived to the end without becoming a sacrifice to chaos.

Other lunatics might be truly crazy, he was clearly just pretending to be crazy.

Passing through the bustling crowd, Haro didn't enter the city, but went in the opposite direction to Ailin.

That is the south of Torrent Pass; he is going to the Campbell Duchy.

The King needs him to kill someone.

Using the power bestowed upon him by the "Claw of Eternal Hunger"... ===== CHAPTER 506 =====