Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 730 The Mithril Key in the Book

Ezra shook his head: "That's all over, how can we talk about it in the same place?"

"When you're fighting a war, you can count cleaning up the battlefield as a second battle?" Armies almost lost his composure.

“That was a second war!” Ezra replied earnestly. “Then we need to bring in a new batch of well-trained people.”

Cleaning up the battlefield is even more dangerous than actually fighting.

After all, on the battlefield, your colleagues are your right-hand men.

But when it comes to cleaning up the mess, your colleagues might be the ones in danger.

His words were a double entendre, and everyone sitting in the room could understand them.

In a fantasy world, a mid-level artifact can turn someone from poverty into a millionaire.

If it helps with the path of a knight, then it's even more important.

It is a resource, it is the future, and it is life itself.

It's quite possible that, in a moment of despair and overwhelmed by emotion, he might... commit a murder in secret.

Although the military requires troops to advance in a single file when searching the battlefield, it is generally difficult to do so.

After all, nobody wants others to see that they've secretly hidden something.

This is especially true for the reserve team, where the situation is even more complicated.

After all, without military merits linked to their superiors and subordinates, and without the camaraderie of fighting side by side for many years, their hearts are more easily swayed.

But even the most trustworthy comrades couldn't resist his quick and mischievous little hands.

Many knights with resources are able to use their last breath to leave some surprises for those who will inevitably come to clean up the battlefield.

They don't even care if they hurt their own people.

Since he's going to die anyway, the most likely people to search his body are his enemies.

A proper knight would be very careful when doing this job.

But there will always be people who inexplicably extend their little claws.

Therefore, this is indeed a new war.

Valera withdrew her gaze from Katarina and squinted at the father and son opposite her... So, many things happened while cleaning up the battlefield at Watson Castle?
Katarina wasn't even the worst case, which is why Mar and the Gale Wolf King naturally sent her out to accompany Ezra as he was to be executed.
Has anything happened to the people in their territory?
Seeing that Katarina had become someone else's helper at the crucial moment, Valera couldn't help but feel angry and lashed a vine at the wolf's rump with a 'smack'.

“Awooo!” Katarina couldn’t help but howl, but instead of being as arrogant as when she first came in, she cautiously lay down on the ground and looked at Valera with shifty eyes.

It was obvious that she knew this would happen; she must have done something excessive.

Travis watched this scene with great interest, firmly memorizing the way Qingfeng Territory and the pack of Gale Wolves interacted.

Currently, under Lowry's care, their relationship is as harmonious as that of close friends and family.

But how long can such a relationship last?
Humans have a hard time remembering the lessons of the past... Even though the Gale Wolves may still be around, several generations of humans have come and gone, yet greed has once again taken hold of them.

In the past, few people would have allowed humans to come into such close contact with immortal magical creatures.

That's too easy; it could easily stir up some strange emotions.

Is Lowry doing this because she and Valera can live long enough to suppress these negative voices indefinitely?
This is the complete opposite of what Travis did back then.

Travis knew that Lowry might have made this choice because he felt his territory was small and his population was small, but he still wanted to see if the other path would work.

Anyway, his attempt was a complete failure.

He himself has not forgotten the people and events of the past because of his long life, but his once trusted and valued subordinates have fallen into confusion and doubt because of the impending decline.

While the three unrelated individuals were preoccupied with their own thoughts, Ezra's family was engulfed in conflict due to Ezra's sophistry.

Well, it was mainly Armies and Pearl who were protesting furiously.

Especially Pearl.

She was so... passionate and impassioned just now, not to listen to her own father's utter nonsense.

The lingering tenderness and bittersweetness in his heart instantly transformed into a frenzied attack on Ezra.

Armies understood that his father disliked the serious and cold atmosphere that had just been there, as if everyone was about to head to a battlefield from which there was no return.

Even in wars he commanded himself, he would try to ease the somber atmosphere beforehand.

After all, his father always believed that people who thought they couldn't come back usually really couldn't.

But something felt off. Then he realized from the sidelong glance his mother gave him... Pearl might not be of much use, but Armies was the ultimate guarantee for all adventures.

As long as he's around, none of his father's 'great' adventures will end up in the worst possible way.

Then he belatedly realized that his parents were testing him.

"Lady Pain probably just arranged something casually, but she won't take action on her own initiative." Armies sighed before slowly saying, "Her involvement in this matter was an accident; it was the combination of two distressing things from the past and the present that triggered her reaction."

In all the years he's been a woman of pain, the only one who has truly enraged him is Oscar, the god of portals.

Clearly, what led Oscar to escape her labyrinthine traps was Amannatta's enemies, or at the very least, those who did not want him to regain his powerful victory.

That's why she was willing to take this opportunity to pay off those 'old debts' she hadn't acknowledged in the past.

That was more like a cash transaction; she wouldn't contribute anything more to anything related to Seth.

He took a deep breath and looked at his parents seriously: "So, there's no need to test whether she's spying on us through some spatial rift... We're really not worth that."

Unless Oscar suddenly appears in our world, she'll just leave behind a bunch of divisive, provocative things that tempt people to cross boundaries and then gracefully depart!

"Don't say such things!" Travis and Ezra both spoke up to stop them.

Almes turned back to look at the King of the North, puzzled... He knew his father was a fatalist who believed that 'bad things will really happen once they are spoken,' so why would His Majesty Travis be like that?

“You’ve obviously never been in a war.” Travis shook his head. “On the battlefield, fatalism is the most accurate thing to do.”

Those who spout nonsense before going to the battlefield almost never come back.

Respecting every battle, giving your all, and never underestimating any enemy is a soldier's duty.

But I must also have a sense of contempt for the enemy in my heart... I will definitely be the final victor.

"You Greeks, you don't really fight many wars, do you?"

Armies gave a wry smile: "We'll still fight, but it'll usually be a war of a thousand men. Ordinary conflicts can be resolved with a few hundred."

A war involving tens of thousands of people can shake the entire world!

The gods rarely take the initiative to engage in battle, let alone command one… it's not the same thing at all.”

Travis pondered Almes's words for a moment, and seemed to have gained a clearer understanding of this Greek pantheon.

They seem to be very restricted by their religious duties.

Even commanding wars is something only deities with divine duties related to the army and war can do.

Other gods only incite humanity from behind the scenes.

His anxiety, which had been heightened by the gods' reactions, suddenly subsided.

The Greek pantheon, at present, is not a threat.

No wonder the White Dragon King remained so calm, unmoved by the message Luscania sent back, and even more concerned about the affairs of the Tower Lord.
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Ezra understood, of course, and was relieved.

No wonder his son, at his level, could wield such influence in that Greek world; it turns out... being strong doesn't necessarily mean being smart.

He immediately abandoned his ulterior motives and began to take things out of his dimensional bracelet: "Hey~ look."

Looking at the mountain of books on the table, Ezra raised his head and said, "I think this isn't a trap set for us, but rather these guys are trying to use this information to persuade the Goddess of Rain to go on an adventure in this area with them."

"Do you think this is the secret to the ancient mage's ruins that Alsara has been searching for?" the Countess asked softly.

“Yes!” Ezra nodded heavily. “There are some things inside. I’ve looked through them briefly, and they’re exactly the same as the murals in the ruins I found in Al-Saran.”

He pointed to a thick golden book with his finger: "This book, although the language is extremely strange and bizarre, describes the location of the ruins very clearly: in a noisy and empty dimensional space!"

"What?" Armes doubted his ears. "Who told you that the Noisy Void Tunnel is a closed dimensional space? It's a network of interconnected paths leading to nowhere, a plane where you can easily lose your bearings and get completely disoriented if you're not careful!"

Even a giant dragon might not be able to jump out of there!

Moreover, what's the point of searching for the ruins in the noisy, empty tunnel?

The relics of the gods are countless!
What are those little tricks of a monk compared to anything else!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but of course I know that most of the mages who went there to explore never came back.” Ezra proudly raised his head, opened the Golden Book, took out a mithril bookmark from it, and snapped it a couple of times.

After he fiddled with the bookmark left and right dozens of times, it turned into a shiny silver key.

"Heh heh~ They probably never imagined that the clue they'd been searching for so long would be right under their noses," Ezra said proudly. "Unfortunately, they never saw the ruins of Arslan."

"How can you be so sure they didn't see it?" the Countess asked seriously.

(End of this chapter)