What kind of nonsense is this, that you'd be chosen by the gods and favored by all the gods?

After determining the whereabouts of these slaves, Timo quickly lost interest.

The convoy quickly departed from the front-line church and began to head towards the rear hinterland.

Lyle's appearance changed Timo's mind, allowing him to return to the rear from the front lines and end his mission of supporting the front lines ahead of schedule.

And finding an excellent chosen one is a very good reason.

Naturally, Lyle's status was different from that of the slaves, and he no longer had to be crammed into a small prison cart.

Even his prison clothes were changed out. After taking a bath, he changed into a set of Timo's spare clothes, which were tied around his waist with ropes. Even though they didn't fit, they were at least presentable.

He sat down next to Pastor Timothy and listened to him ramble on about the doctrines.

However, Lyle did not resist, but listened attentively to what the other person was saying.

After all, the more you understand the world, the easier your path will be.

"Bang—"

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the front of the car, followed by a violent jolt that reverberated throughout the entire vehicle.

Timo hadn't anticipated this and was thrown off balance, nearly falling off the carriage in front of him.

Lyle, on the other hand, performed even better, seemingly because he had the blessing of the goddess of fate, and he had a premonition of certain bad things to come.

"What's going on?!"

Timo looked ahead with a grim expression, only to find the soldiers gathered together, seemingly watching something.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the spokes of the carriage wheels had broken for some unknown reason, causing the entire carriage to tilt severely and become immobile.

The horse neighed, and after studying the situation for a moment, the coachman said that the repairs would take some time.

It was already close to evening, and there was absolutely no way these people could have traveled to their destination at night.

This made Timo look grim, but he had no choice but to accept the guards' suggestion to set up camp there.

"That's a bit odd."

Lyle found this rather strange; why did things go wrong at this crucial moment?

However, this might be an opportunity to test one's prayer skills.

He touched his chin, unable to find a particularly good medium around him... except for a button he had taken off his body.

These ivory buttons, with one side convex and the other concave, and a uniform texture, can be used as a medium for coin divination.

Of course, the best option for this divination method is a coin, but unfortunately, Lyle didn't have one at all.

He's broke now.

He couldn't pull out a single penny from his entire body.

"Buttons are buttons... I'll just have to make do," he thought, tossing the button high into the air.

"Goddess above, please enlighten me..."

"Human factors played a role in this accident."

He offered a simple prayer based on the information in his mind and his knowledge of mysticism, without even uttering a sound.

Simply reciting it silently can make the divination effective.

The button flipped in mid-air and fell into Lyle's hand.

Convex side facing up.

There is indeed an influence from human factors.

It's strange... what kind of people would need us to anchor and spend the night in a place like this?

Lyle muttered to himself, glancing around.

The location where they set up camp was chosen by the soldier's leader; it was a relatively flat area with a good view.

The only potential danger lies on the side closer to the forest. If a skilled crossbowmen were lying in ambush there, they could easily inflict heavy damage on unsuspecting travelers.

The soldier leader's excellent military skills led him to assign extra soldiers to keep watch over the forest, so that any unusual activity would be detected and reported.

"But why is there such a small grove of trees here?"

To be honest, Lyle found it rather strange that such a small patch of dense, deep woods had suddenly appeared in the barren wilderness.

After thinking for a while, I realized I had no clue and gave up.

However, at that moment, he turned his head to look at the prison van.

There seems to be some noise.

Out of curiosity, he went over and saw a bloody and brutal fight taking place inside the prison van.

Unrelated people dispersed and crowded around the prison van, while only two people were fighting in the center.

One was a man Lyle didn't know very well, and the other was the mute girl.

The two were in a sorry state, the latter being noticeably more wretched, his eyes red and filled with anger.

That unlucky kid...

Lyle frowned; he didn't like unnecessary complications.

"What's going on?"

When the others saw Lyle approaching, they all lowered their heads.

But the man hurriedly said:

"My lord! This madman is cursing me!"

grown ups?

Lyle was taken aback, then realized that he was no longer one of them, and his status was now worlds apart.

Immediately afterwards, the man quickly recounted everything that had just happened.

Lyle just listened, occasionally flipping through the buttons in his hand.

According to this guy, the unfortunate mute girl suddenly stood up, her face filled with terror and anger as she pointed at the man, and then came up to scratch and bite him.

The latter, however, was forced to retaliate out of self-preservation, ultimately resulting in a complete mess.

"My lord, this is everything I have to say. I swear in the name of the goddess, it is all true!"

"For the sake of justice and fairness, please throw this madman off the bus."

No one refuted his demands; these people all seemed inclined to wait and see.

"Tom...I remember your name."

"Yes, sir, that is indeed my name."

Is he telling the truth?

Lyle looked around, but no one responded.

This made the man slightly smug, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

He glanced at the silent majority around him out of the corner of his eye, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

However, there are some things that Lyle doesn't actually need to ask these ordinary people.

You're lying.

Tom's expression changed.

"No, sir, what I said is true..."

Lyle interrupted him, tossing the button up and catching it steadily.

"You're exaggerating."

"You are distorting the truth."

"You are trying to confuse the issue."

"You are--"

With each flip of the coin, his tone grew colder, making Tom's expression increasingly grim.

"Sir... I can explain..."

"I'll settle the score with you later."

However, Lyle simply ignored him and turned to look at the mute daughter.

Why is it this guy again...?

"What exactly happened?"

The latter remained silent, looked at Tom and then at Lyle, and finally made several gestures that Lyle couldn't understand.

This is bad.

Lyle couldn't understand sign language, and even after she mumbled something for a long time, he still couldn't understand what it meant.

However, he did understand one of the implications—the mute daughter always pointed in Tom's direction from time to time, rather than at Tom himself.

Perhaps it was precisely because this behavior was seen as provocation that the conflict arose. Everyone was a slave, suppressing their anger and fear, which was simply unleashed through this act.

However, is there a problem with that direction?

I don't know, let me try divination.

Lyle is planning to consult the oracle again in an attempt to gain some insight.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy and lightheaded.

This is because divination consumes excessive concentration, putting a strain on his mind.

However, his concentration level is not high enough to withstand multiple divinations.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in your business."

From the perspective of others, Lyle's expression changed, becoming serious and indifferent.

"I don't want to see this happen again. As I said, the goddess gave you a chance to start over, and I can take it away from you."

"I hope you cherish it."

He dislikes unnecessary complications.

"Especially you."

Lyle looked at Tom, his tone as cold and sharp as a knife.

"I don't mind having the guards take good care of you... You've walked such a long way with nothing to do, you have to find some fun."

The latter was already trembling with fear and dared not speak.

Lyle nodded, but saw that the mute girl was still staring in that direction, her expression growing increasingly terrified.

This guy... is weird.

"What happened—"

Before he could finish speaking, a violent whooshing sound rang out. Lyle instinctively ducked down as an arrow pierced through the prison cart and went straight into Tom's head.

The guards shouted loudly from behind—

"Enemy attack!"