The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

"Hey, Rose, you're not going to investigate, are you?!"

"It's very dangerous there! Even the imperial army doesn't dare to enter easily!"

"I've heard that the villages where people went missing are plagued by a strange corrosive phenomenon. Any living thing that enters will be corroded within a few days, leaving not even bone fragments!"

The middle-aged man also joined in the persuasion: "I know you really want to dig up some juicy news, but this matter is far too dangerous."

"Leaving aside the corrosion phenomenon, this is a very sensitive time for the Empire. The Thiel family will not allow any intelligence that could further exacerbate the empire's turmoil to leak out."

“You are a member of the Empire, and you know better than anyone the ruthless methods of King Gulandon.”

"Even if the investigation uncovers something, it's impossible to release it."

Rose nodded seriously.

Even so, I still want to go and take a look.

Everyone sighed.

"In that case, we won't say anything more. We can only wish you a safe journey."

After a few drinks, everyone wrote down the places they knew where people had gone missing, marked them on a map, and gave them to Rose.

Afterwards, they also gave Rose all the utensils they had ever used.

There are masks that filter the air, pendants that can remove curses, and so on.

After all, we're all colleagues, and nobody wants to hear about a colleague's death over tea or dinner.

Especially since excellent editors like Rose are rare these days.

He risked his life to personally visit the capital of Canosa and documented the entire turbulent process, as well as Speaker Claire's actions in conquering the sandworms.

Rose even received an award from the headquarters of the Adventurers' Weekly for this news story.

It's believed that it won't be long before she rises to the top ranks of the Adventurers' Weekly, and it's even possible that she'll join the Adventurers' Guild.

"Then, we'll leave first."

"Remember to stay connected."

Rose wanted to stay and continue organizing the data, so she waved goodbye to them.

As these contributing editors left, a tall man and woman walked in.

The man was wearing a cloak to keep warm, and a thick scarf was wrapped around his face, so only his eyes were visible.

Behind him, he carried a broadsword.

The women wore tall fur hats and pure white woolen cloaks draped over their shoulders. Their collars and wrists were covered in fur, making them appear very warm.

Beneath the short skirt were black thermal stockings and white over-the-knee leather boots.

A small, round-headed cane was tucked into his waistband.

The woman's arrival instantly silenced the once bustling tavern.

Everyone's attention was drawn to her.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.

The waiter poured the drinks, but didn't realize that the drinks had overflowed and spilled all over the floor.

The drinkers, halfway through their drinks, maintained this posture, letting the liquor spill all over them.

Those eating meat, those bragging, and those talking about love all stood there dumbfounded.

She is so beautiful.

She was as ethereal as a fairy descended from heaven, her skin fair with a faint blush, without a single blemish.

"Boss, stop looking."

At the bar, the young man pulled down the scarf from his face, took the woman's hand, and lifted it up for the owner to see.

"This is my woman."

"And if you keep watching and anger her, your head might be chopped off."

"Finally, two jugs of rye beer, and some dried fruit and jerky."

Although the woman's face remained cold, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

It's a kind of happiness that comes from within.

She enjoyed the feeling of being possessed.

This move thoroughly aroused the jealousy and dissatisfaction of the tavern's patrons.

Goodness, taking such a beautiful wife out and showing affection in public?

Do they really think we're invisible?

However, Rose, sitting in the corner of the tavern, stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.

Is that Ryan?!

How could he possibly be in the Auguston Empire?!

And... isn't he a member of the Vatican?

How dare he publicly display affection with a woman in his arms?!

Chapter 219 Making mistakes naturally comes at a price.

The people of the Auguston Empire were very simple and honest.

The people were not only very martial, but also had quite a temper.

The kind of person who'd just grab a knife and chop anyone they didn't like.

Ryan's words were like a bombshell, exploding in the tavern.

Several hot-tempered men slammed their fists on the table, grabbed steel knives from beside them, and walked over to Ryan. They slammed the knives down on the tavern counter with a clang.

"Young man, look at your slender build and delicate skin, you're not a local, are you?"

Ryan glanced at them.

"What, is something wrong?"

"Also, this lady doesn't like men other than me, so you'd better step back."

"If I accidentally anger her, I won't be able to stop her."

The group of hot-tempered men exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

"You're pretty arrogant, kid!"

"We've taken a liking to this woman. She'll stay and serve us food and wash our feet! As for you, if you don't want to die, get the hell out of here!"

After saying that, one of them reached out to put his arm around Orina's shoulder.

Orina's expression changed, turning as cold as ice that had never melted for a thousand years as she stared at the man.

The overflowing killing intent could almost solidify into a physical form.

Ryan closed his eyes helplessly and pulled Olina into his arms.

"Let me do it."

"If you make a move, they'll all lose their heads. Then there will be blood everywhere, and they'll lose their appetite."

Leaning against Ryan, Orina's complexion eased slightly.

He squinted slightly and nodded.

The few hot-tempered guys were clearly unhappy that they hadn't managed to get a hug from the beauty.

"Oh shit!"

"You ungrateful animal!"

"court death!"

He grabbed a steel knife, ready to slash Ryan's neck.

Ryan, however, simply used two fingers to gently pinch the blade in front of him.

With a flick of his wrist, he snatched the steel knife away.

The next instant, a flash of cold light appeared. Before the hot-tempered man could understand what had happened, he felt something hit his head hard, and he was sent flying, smashing through the wooden door of the tavern and landing in the wind and snow outside.

like a statue.

Ryan gripped the steel knife upside down and slammed it into the table.

The half-meter-long steel knife was mostly embedded in the blade!

The remaining hot-tempered men were stunned, and everyone in the tavern shuddered.

What a great strength!

That bar counter is made of solid wood!

The tavern owner was furious; his heart was bleeding as he looked at the punctured bar counter!

However, Ryan didn't give these hot-tempered guys any extra time to think.

If you're going to take action, you have to be quick, accurate, and ruthless.

After a dazzling flash of light, one after another, the arms of the irritable men were broken, leaving them unable to even resist.

Then, like trash, he was kicked out into the snowstorm by Ryan, one kick after another.

Ryan went outside, squatted down in front of them, randomly selected a lucky person, and grabbed his arm. With a smile on his face, he slowly, one finger at a time, broke the other person's fingers under their horrified gaze.

The piercing screams echoed throughout the street, terrifying all the drinkers.

While their simple and honest folk customs are one aspect, they are also people who value their lives.

This man is clearly someone they shouldn't mess with!

slip away!

"We haven't eaten yet today, so we'll spare your lives to save your appetites."