Huh? Are they all real?.

Chapter 391 Loyalty! (4k)

'What is a king? ? ? '

Conan Heather felt extremely absurd at this moment.

Isn’t it said that where there is God there is a king?
Why don't they know what a king is?
And why do I feel like they don't even know how to pronounce this word? It's like they were just repeating my pronunciation?

Is there no such word as "king"?

Is the difference between here and there so big?

This is definitely information that can be used as an achievement when brought back, but it is much better than that illusory reward.

What Conan Heather is more worried about now is that they don’t know what a king is.

Then his words not only failed to give him confidence, but may have further increased their suspicion.

How to do?
Should I take advantage of the situation and act crazy or continue to hold up the banner and explain to them?

Each one is full of problems and variables.

At this moment, thin beads of cold sweat covered Conan Heather's forehead.

He knew he didn't have much time, so he had to make a decision quickly.

So he raised his head and said:

"I want to see your highest commander. I represent a very important person whom you can never imagine!"

After saying this, Conan Heather found that his heartbeat almost reached its peak.

Because he couldn't provide any actual proof, he had no idea whether the other party would believe him or what they would do.

It can be said that his life is completely in the hands of the other party.

What made him feel even more desperate was that the other party just sat down, leaned against the raging flames, pointed at him and said with a smile:
"To be honest, I am very interested in you, but it's just your psychological activities. Then, you said that you represent a great person that we can't imagine?"

"Yes, let me see your highest officer! I have the qualifications, and I can guarantee that as long as you report everything I say truthfully, you will definitely receive a great reward!"

He realized that his situation was very bad, but he had no other choice. If he chose this path, he would have to go all the way to the end.

But all of them just laughed:

"Hahahaha!"

"Oh my god, he just said we're going to get an award because of him!"

"Yes, that's what he said!"

Amid their laughter, the man sitting in front of him suppressed his laughter with difficulty, then waved his hand and said to him:
"If you are so confident, why are you sweating so much?"

Conan Heatherton was feeling dizzy.

This was totally different from what he had imagined.

Seeing that he was speechless, the man stood up and waved his hand:

"Well, since this guy is still talking nonsense here, let's send him to jail. Let's first tell him about those who won't die but may lose their limbs. Then, I think he will tell the truth."

Conan Heather felt like his scalp was about to explode.

He has survived until now, how come he has become like this?

How to do how to do?
How can I get out of this predicament?

If I tell them everything I know under the current circumstances, I'm afraid it will only make them think that I'm talking nonsense.

But I don’t have any other cards!

The feeling of powerlessness almost swallowed him up, so much so that he didn't even notice the two knights behind him picking him up and taking him away.

The only possible turnaround he could think of now was that if he still insisted on his statement after enduring round after round of torture, then perhaps the other party would reconsider his remarks.

But the greater possibility is that they will think that he is a stubborn person who refuses to tell the truth, and that would be a dead end.

At this moment, the tightly closed door was opened from the outside.

The biting cold wind mixed with ice and snow instantly rushed into the door, making everyone inside shiver.

Some people who had their backs to the door turned around and said angrily:
"Who is it? Don't you know to go through the small door? You open the big door in such a cold day, do you know the rules?"

As he was speaking, the person who spoke stood up hurriedly with a tense expression and said:
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you coming!"

The man who had been interrogating Conan Heather immediately stood up and beat his chest with one hand, saying:

"Hail to your Excellency, Loyalty!"

The others also stood up and shouted along with the man:
"loyalty!"

Because of the need to perform formalities, and also because the people who came were too exaggerated.

So the two heavily armored knights who were holding Conan Heather let go of his chest-beating salute.

Therefore, Conan Heather, who had been held by them, fell directly to the ground and looked at everyone in surprise and doubt.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on the person who pushed the door open.

Coincidentally, the other party also looked at him, the only different person.

The person who opened the door was a man with a long and narrow scar on his face.

He was not wearing luxurious clothes, but only a light wolfskin coat and a set of black leather armor that was also designed for convenience.

The most eye-catching thing is the three swords on his back.

Who is this?

Just then the thought came to Conan Heather's mind, and the other party just looked at him and said:
"Is this the person who was sent to you today?"

The man maintained a nervous salute and said:
"Yes, sir, this is the person who was just sent to us. However, sir, such a small matter should not trouble you to come in person, right?"

The man carrying three swords looked around, and everyone he saw immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

Finally, he set his sights on the man:
"I want to take this man away."

This sentence made the man a little stunned and said:
"Sir? This, this is not in accordance with the procedure."

The other party had already walked up to him and said to him:
"You shout about loyalty every day because you are the only country that lacks loyalty."

The man could only bite the bullet and say:

"Sir, that happened hundreds of years ago!"

"But for me, that was a while ago."

The man swallowed his saliva more and more difficultly and said:

"We have heard of your bravery in the past, sir. However, what happened in the past has nothing to do with us today. We are as loyal as the other six kingdoms, and I just hope that you can follow the procedures."

"After all, we still have to connect with you in the end."

The man with three swords on his back snorted coldly, threw a badge at him and said:

"I have your king's permission."

The man who got the badge heaved a sigh of relief and said:
"Then I will arrange for a guard escort for you right away?"

"What do I need a bunch of trash for? Are you holding me back? Or do you want to monitor what I want to do?" The man was sweating profusely and lowered his head in a hurry.
"We absolutely do not mean that, Your Excellency. I just want to do my bit for the noble High Court."

The other party said coldly:
"The High Court does not need the courtesy of you fools. The High Court only needs you to stay in your own country honestly."

"I understand, I understand, sir."

During their conversation, Conan Heather continued to digest the intelligence from their conversation.

This is a kingdom, and there seem to be seven such kingdoms, and they are all subject to an existence called Highgarden.

And then, most importantly, do they have a king?
There is a term called king, but there is no concept of king?

If there was just no king, Conan Heather could still perceive that this side was simply different from the other side.

But if there is a king but no concept of a king, he always feels that something is wrong.

According to the information he knew, in the world over there, there once was the term and concept of king, but that was in the very distant ancient times.

The king at that time was just as he knew in the Human League, the master of a country, and his rank was lower than that of the emperor, the monarch of the empire.

It is a common name for small countries.

But as the iron law of the Divine King was finalized, the concept of the king was suspected of being blasphemy and was abolished.

From then on, the rulers of small countries would call themselves Grand Dukes and no longer dare to call themselves kings.

Also because king was once the title of the ruler of a small country, people later on did not dare to call kings kings.

And then here there is the concept of the king.

So, is there any connection between this place and the ancient times over there?
Before he could think about it further, he found that his collar was lifted up and his whole body was lifted into the air.

When he looked up, he saw the man carrying three swords on his back picking him up like a chicken and walking towards the open door.

On both sides of them, those people who had just laughed at him now all stood up straight and saluted without daring to breathe.

These people's reactions were indeed awe-inspiring, so it wasn't that this country had a bad relationship with Highgarden, but that this person who had lived through those years was dissatisfied with the descendants of these 'traitors'?

But people who can live for hundreds of years.
Could it be a demigod?
After being carried out of the hall, Conan Heather, who did not find an opportunity to strike up a conversation, could only look around at the buildings.

Just as he knew, this was a city built on ice and snow.

People's clothing is very retro, but the grandeur of the buildings does not seem to be something that could be built with the productivity shown by their clothes.

In short, it is very consistent with his understanding of the extraordinary world - low-quality life and creations that are not in line with the times.

The man with the sword on his back had no intention of staying in the city. After leaving the city, he went straight into the wilderness.

Feeling the whistling wind in my ears.

Conan Heather felt as if his face was cut by a knife.

But he couldn't bear to close his eyes for a moment.

Because he saw more, a scene that was completely beyond his imagination:
In front of him was an endless field, and everywhere in the field were giant spears that seemed to have fallen from the sky and pierced the earth obliquely. They were huge monsters that could rival the mountains. And judging from the ice and snow covering them, they were definitely things left behind a long time ago.

In addition to those giant spears, he could also see many half-ruined city walls still floating in the sky.

According to his rough observation, even if those fortresses were half-destroyed, they were still large cities with a population of tens of millions.

And these were just the remains after the damage. As for how big they were before, he had no idea!

Even more exaggerated than these are probably the giants who were nailed to the ground by giant spears.

If the giant spears were only able to be as tall as the mountains, then those giants were truly as tall as the mountains.

Because each of them was so big that Conan Heather didn't recognize them as giants at first sight.

If it weren't for the fact that this place was all plains, he would probably have overlooked the essence of these huge creatures if the terrain had become a little more complicated.

But what on earth could have caused so many giants to die here?

In addition to these giants, Conan Heather also saw many corpses of giant creatures, such as the famous dragon and many more grotesque monsters.

Refer to the direction they are heading and where the giant spears land.
Conan Heather suddenly looked straight ahead of him.

In the middle of the two dragon corpses, he saw a towering wall that truly reached the clouds.

No, is that a mountain?

Such a high mountain?
Before his eyes was a huge wall that had no end in sight, either to the left, right, or top.

But because of the curvature, Conan Heather judged that it seemed to be an absurdly large mountain.

Compared to this, those giants who were so tall before seemed like tiny creatures.

Conan Heather was so shocked that he couldn't help but ask:

"Are they the ones who betrayed Highgarden hundreds of years ago? Is this the remains of the battlefield back then?"

Conan Heather hadn't expected to get an answer.

Because this man with three swords on his back looks difficult to talk to.

But to his surprise, the other party actually answered him, and answered with a very straightforward smile:

"Them? Don't be ridiculous. They don't have the ability to make such a big scene. This is a relic from a long time ago, so long ago that I don't even know what happened exactly."

"All I know about this is that it seems to be a decisive battle that concerns the fate of the world."

A decisive battle that concerns the fate of the world, and it happened so long ago that even a high-sequence who should be a demigod doesn’t know the details?

"Are we going to Highgarden, then?"

"Highgarden? No, we are not going to Highgarden. Ever since those fools started the rebellion hundreds of years ago, no one is allowed to go up to Highgarden."

Judging from his tone, Conan Heather judged that this should be the root of his dissatisfaction with those people.

"So where are we going?"

"The atrium."

The man carrying him replied indifferently, revealing a place that Conan Heather had no idea what it was.

Because I realized that the other party should know my situation.

So Conan Heather asked tentatively:

"So do you know what a king is?"

"Wang? It sounds a bit like the pronunciation of king. What is that?"

You don’t even know about the high sequence?
Conan Heather was a little confused, but he immediately adjusted his mindset and asked:
"You don't know the king's words, why did you specifically ask to take me away? Don't tell me you simply don't like those people? So you want to find something for them to do?"

The other party shook his head and laughed:

"Of course not. I came to see you because the Lord of the Courtyard called your name."

At this point, the other party couldn't help but look at him curiously and said:
"The Grand Lord said that you are related to the future of this world? But, I don't see that you have such potential!"

In response, Conan Heather really hopes that he is the protagonist.

But he knew that this sentence meant that the king behind him
(End of this chapter)