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Chapter 183 His Excellency Charles
Prepare mounts for the soldiers.
Richard instructed Carl to select one hundred men to gather at the entrance of the encampment, so they could go with him to Blackwater Territory to pick up the people.
They then returned to the lord's manor.
The notice instructed the maids to prepare to change into their armor and travel supplies, and also to check if Xueyue had packed her things.
Not long after.
The lord's manor was bustling with activity.
Although Xueyue's eyes were still slightly swollen, she was in much better spirits and was helping Lina pack Richard's clothes and drinks.
Just then...
The sound of hurried footsteps approached.
A soldier on patrol of the perimeter, his face showing obvious tension and vigilance, hurriedly ran into the hall.
"My lord!"
"Emergency!"
"A group of people, numbering approximately eight hundred, has appeared on the outskirts of the Black Pine Forest. They are all dressed in the robes of priests from the Holy See of Light and are heading towards our territory!"
Richard was about to pet the squirrel for a while.
Upon hearing the report.
A sense of absurdity arose in my heart.
More than 800 priests?
Could it be...?
Charles!?
Why would someone appear in the black pine forest at this time, heading straight for the chiffon cake?
Richard felt a chill run down his spine.
Could it be that this old charcoal maker was beaten into a stray dog by the wolves and has nowhere to vent his anger, so he wants to come to Chiffon Tower to settle scores?
That's Holy Light!
Even if the soldiers have just acquired powerful mounts and their strength has increased dramatically after fusion, they probably don't even have the right to struggle in the face of true Holy Light!
but...
Qi Feng didn't directly break ties with the Church of Light, so they shouldn't be so unreasonable, right?
Lina, noticing Richard's grave expression, asked with concern:
"Sir, is there any danger?"
Richard shook his head.
"It's hard to say."
"But there's no way to avoid him, so we have to go and meet him. You guys continue preparing the travel supplies, I'll go see what he's up to."
Done.
He called to Im, who was standing guard at the door, and headed straight for the teleportation array.
The other soldiers weren't brought along, firstly because they didn't want to escalate the conflict, and secondly because even if they were, it wouldn't be of any use in a real fight.
It would be better to go alone.
Let's see what Charles's purpose is before we talk about it.
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...
In the black pine forest.
The morning mist has dissipated.
Sunlight filters through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows.
An exhausted procession struggled through the rugged forest, most of them wearing priestly robes stained with mud and tattered.
He looked dejected.
His eyes were dim.
Some walked, while others huddled in twos and threes on the backs of several monster warhorses of varying shapes and equally listless appearances.
Leading the procession was Charles, whose skin was as dark as charcoal and who carried a withered wooden staff.
He glanced back at the almost demoralized troops behind him and sighed silently.
He raised the withered wooden staff in his hand.
He murmured obscure prayers in a low voice.
next second.
A gentle yet surging energy of light emanated from his body, spreading like a warm tide.
A soft curtain of light formed above everyone's heads, and specks of pure light fell down like a drizzle.
Feeling the influence of this energy, the priests' complexions gradually became rosier, and their spirits recovered somewhat.
Even the monster mounts raised their heads and quickened their pace.
"Hang in there, kids, we'll be there soon."
Done.
He continued on his way without looking back, and the group, encouraged by him, silently quickened their pace.
But they hadn't been gone long.
Charles suddenly stopped abruptly, narrowed his eyes, and looked warily into the depths of the dense forest ahead...
"Come out."
...
"Coming soon?"
A voice, clearly wary yet feigning composure, rang out.
Richard slowly emerged from behind a huge ancient pine tree and stood alone in the middle of the forest path.
He faced alone this team of over eight hundred people, and the Saintly Glory expert at the front of the team who made his scalp tingle.
He forced himself to look directly into Charles's deep eyes and tried to make his voice sound calm and friendly.
"Your Excellency Charles..."
"Why aren't you seeking revenge against the wolf? What are you doing here in this poor, remote village of Chiffon?"
"Although I am a wolf cub, I have long been driven out of my clan and have nothing to do with the Wolves. You can't blame me for the feud between the Light and the Wolves."
"For a dignified Saintly Glory expert to try and vent your anger on my humble place, isn't that a bit beneath you?"
Unable to defeat them in a fight, and with the opponent heading straight for the chiffon cake, Richard had no choice but to lower his stance and try to reason with them.
He was betting that Charles, as a top-tier expert, would at least have some dignity, and based on his previous impressions, this old man was a reasonable person.
...
Charles did not speak.
His dark face was expressionless, and he looked at Richard with a complicated gaze, just standing there quietly.
Although no murderous intent or oppressive aura was released, being stared at by such a being...
Richard felt his temples throbbing, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, almost soaking through his inner shirt!
He refused to back down.
She stared straight back at him.
The two stood silently gazing at each other in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, the only sound the rustling of the wind through the pines...
...
After a long while...
Charles then let out a long sigh.
"Richard..."
"I need your help."
Richard felt a sudden sense of relief; a weight had finally been lifted from his heart. The old man hadn't completely lost his temper after all.
As long as they're not trying to invade the chiffon cake market, then there's still room for negotiation.
but...
"help?"
He asked with a hint of wariness in his voice:
"You're not thinking of hiding these priests in my territory, are you?"
This won't do!
He couldn't accept that Chiffon had been tainted by the aura of the Holy See, let alone how many secrets the territory held.
Letting such a powerful figure like Shengyao stay here is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house; all our secrets will be exposed!
Charles slowly shook his head.
"young people."
"I'm not that tactless."
He turned to the side.
The withered wooden staff pointed behind him at the priests who, though exhausted, still held a certain determination in their eyes.
"I just hope you can sell us some food and supplies so that I can lead them out of the North safely."
"This favor..."
"I will remember that."
...
The request is not excessive.
It could even be described as humiliating.
"no problem."
Richard answered with unusual decisiveness.
"No need for money, I can give you fifty oxcarts filled with the best grain and clean water for free."
He stared into Charles's eyes.
The conversation abruptly changed.
"However, I'm going to repay this favor now, hoping that you can leave without feeling guilty."
A barely perceptible glint flashed in Charles's cloudy eyes, seemingly unsurprised by Richard's reaction and the conditions he proposed.
The wolf cub is still the same; it won't stop eating unless it gets something to eat.
"Please speak."
He responded calmly.
"Cancel the heretic arrest warrant for my sister Freya."
Richard stated his conditions.
"If you agree, I will not only provide you with food and water, but also cover you if there are pursuers, so that you can reach the Rocky Forest safely."
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