Lords go left, Emperors go right

Before his death, Samatis's last will was to ask Osta to use the creation god Libra to find the survivors of the prehistoric civilization and send them away completely. It turned out that among the decent travelers who fought against Samatis, at least three did not withdraw after being defeated, but survived in a special way and continued to stay in this plane of the alien world. Regardless of their real purpose and plans, Samatis felt that they could not be left alone. He hoped that Osta, as his successor, would find those deserters and send them away directly, which would truly put an end to the prehistoric war.

Osta had never planned to fight other travelers before, as that would go against his original intention. But now it is different. Times have changed. Sometimes, if he wants peace, the other party may not agree. Peace cannot be given by the opponent, but must be fought for by oneself. Facing other travelers that may be encountered in the future, if the other party cannot become friends and does not form an alliance, then he can only send them away and let them leave early. Just be careful in the next life. It is too difficult for travelers to live in peace with each other. The demise of prehistoric civilization proves this point.

So far, Osta has only met one living fellow traverser, the Nightingale Queen who controls the mysterious exchange on Patrino Island. The Nightingale Queen herself does not have a cheat code, so she is easy to cooperate with. For other traversers with cheat codes, this cannot be guaranteed. Osta must prepare for the worst in advance and be ready to attack his fellow countrymen without hesitation when necessary.

"Master, you are now the new commander-in-chief of the legion. Please accept my oath of allegiance again."

"Stephanie, why are you here too? No, I'm back."

"Lord Osta, it's okay. Just think of it as a dream. Just remember it. The dead are gone. These are all arranged by fate. There is no need to be overly sentimental."

"Chris, did you three just see my dream?"

"Lord Osta, I...the three of us have been standing not far behind you two. Seeing you two were so focused on your conversation, we didn't disturb you. We didn't hear anything, we just saw the images."

"Okay, Chris, forget it this time. Next time if you are still there, remember to remind me."

When Osta came to his senses, the world in front of him had changed, and the scenery had returned to the underground resting place of the Korensunil grassland. The difference was that he was now sitting on the skull throne in the resting place, with the Scales of Creation in front of him and the Supreme Ring on his finger. The scene that had just happened seemed like a dream, and only the Scales of Creation and the Supreme Ring proved that the event had really happened.

Chris and the others can see dreams. These three special beings can directly invade the illusion with their abilities and move freely in the world of each other's memory. Osta seriously suspects that Chris and the others not only saw it, but even heard the entire conversation between him and Samatis. They just pretended not to know, and Osta had no way to investigate further. The Libra of Creation and the Supreme Ring should have been found by these three girls in advance. Osta saved a lot of trouble and did not blame them.

After seeing the Supreme Magic Ring on Osta's finger, Stephanie, the source of infection, was excited and swore allegiance to Osta again with a pious expression. This time, the oath gave people a much more sincere feeling, unlike the previous one, which was a little perfunctory. Osta resisted the discomfort and sat on the bone throne to accept Stephanie's oath of allegiance again. After the oath, Osta stood up and left the throne. Looking back at the bone throne, Osta bowed three times, which was considered the final farewell to the predecessor of the time traveler, Samatis, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons. He would not inherit this throne. It might be the best choice to sleep deep underground with its former owner, and sleep with the era that belonged to them.

The layout of Samatis's resting place is very simple. Apart from the two treasures left for Osta, there are no other valuable things. The bone throne can barely be considered as one, but it is too curious and Osta will not take it away. It is said that the skulls on the bone throne come from those famous heroes killed by Samatis. It is a special medal of the victor, so Osta will not intervene. This warlike predecessor is different from most of the time travelers in the villain camp. He has no interest in making money. He has spent his entire life in battle and has almost no idea about wealth.

After counting the resting places, Osta found nothing else. At this time, the entire underground space shook violently, as if it had encountered a major earthquake. Large pieces of rocks fell down, and the artificial starry sky was collapsing rapidly. It turned out that the power that supported this special underground space and maintained the mysterious space also came from the soul of Samatis. With the final dissipation of the soul of Samatis, this place also ushered in the final moment because of the loss of power support. Osta could only leave quickly with respect and the team members. If it was later, the underground space would collapse completely, which would be troublesome.

"Senior Samatis, I will send those deserters away. You and your glorious past will not be forgotten. At least one of the younger generations will remember it."

"Lord Osta, that skull throne is used to practice undead or dark spells. It has a huge commission. If you regret it, you can always tell me and I will help you dig it out."

"Yulia, I do not practice that type of magic. It is best for this throne to rest in the ground forever with its original owner."

"I understand, Lord Osta, you can rest assured. No one else can dig the things out except us."

With the collapse of the resting place of Samatis, the Lord of All Demons, and the bone throne sinking into the ground, this lost history has come to an end. The deathly aura of the Korunsunil grassland is still there, but the situation has changed. The activity range of Stephanie, the source of infection, has become regular. She no longer kills people on sight and spares no living things like before. She has now been recruited by Osta and is subordinate to the gentleman prince. She acts according to Osta's will. For some special reasons, Osta intends to artificially let the crisis of the source of the plague that is ravaging the Korunsunil grassland continue for a while to facilitate his next series of special operations.

Chapter 36: Stabilization of the situation on the northern border (Part 2)

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Chapter 37 Encounter on the Mesopotamian Plain

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Chapter 37: Medea City under Internal and External Troubles (Part 2)

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Chapter 38: Disguise and Infiltration into Medea City

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The situation in the Mesopotamian region has reached a fever pitch. All the warring parties are in a dilemma. At this time, if anyone backs down, they will have no chance to turn the tables. Therefore, the high-level commanders of various forces turned a blind eye to the current situation of the people's miserable lives and continued to summon troops, ready to launch a new round of offensives at any time. Ordinary residents were affected by the war and had almost no choice but to be tied to the chariots. In order to get food and survive, they could only accept the conscription orders of the nobles.

Outside the territory's capital, Medea City, there is a temporary military camp nearby, where tens of thousands of mercenaries gather, composed of multiple mercenary groups. The recruited militiamen have poor combat effectiveness and poor personal strength, and are just cannon fodder on the battlefield. If a real fight breaks out, it depends on the performance of professional soldiers. The rulers here know this, so they spend a lot of money to recruit those mercenary groups to help in the war. The militiamen may not even be able to gather the most basic equipment, and most of them will be given away for free after the war, giving credit to the other side.

Osta has successfully entered the temporary joint military camp. He pretended to be a businessman and mixed into the Casaram Mercenary Group, acting together in the name of fellow travelers. The status of the war mercenary group is itself awkward. The Mercenary Union does not recognize mercenaries of this nature. In the four continents of the human race, most countries do not recognize the legitimacy of the war mercenary group. Obviously, the war mercenary group is defined as an illegal organization. After all, as long as they are paid, they can do anything. It is easy to be hired by the rebels and become a rebel army. The main market for the war mercenary group is still in the Central Continent. There is no real country here. It is a recognized disorderly place. No one will care about the war mercenary group making money.

Facing Osta's glib tongue, Ivy, the beautiful leader of the Casaram Mercenary Group, didn't care and started chatting with the gentleman prince. Although she was young, she had been the leader of the Casaram Mercenary Group for several years and had seen a lot of things. She had come into contact with all kinds of customers and was quite comfortable dealing with them. Therefore, Ivy would not be shy or show a shy expression because of Osta's teasing. At least, it was just verbal teasing, which could not disturb the mind of the beautiful leader. If it was a more intimate physical contact, it would not be the same.

Through chatting with Ivy, Osta learned a lot of important intelligence information about this temporary joint military camp. The garrison in the joint military camp was all war mercenaries from various places, and everyone came to fight for money. The Duchess occupied the capital of the Mesopotamian region, Medea City, and had strong financial resources, far exceeding the total wealth of the other three competitors. Therefore, the Grand Duchess could hire a large number of these war mercenaries to help her fight.

The war mercenaries entrenched in this temporary joint camp, according to the comprehensive ranking of strength, the Kasalam mercenary group led by Ivy can only be ranked third, with a scale of more than 6,000 people, they are ranked third, they are ranked behind the Gorefot mercenary group and the Csulis mercenary group. The strength ranking of this batch of war mercenaries is based only on the number of mercenaries, without referring to other data, which seems to be relatively simple and crude. The Gorefot mercenary group ranked first and the Csulis mercenary group ranked second have a total number of more than 10,000 and more than 8,000 members respectively, which is several thousand more than the Kasalam mercenary group. This comprehensive strength ranking is very watery and does not have much reference value. When it comes to the battlefield, the situation changes very quickly, the number of people is not an absolute advantage, and the combat effectiveness is not completely equal to the number of people.

"Ivy, have you ever thought about your future? You won't always be a war mercenary, right?"

"Mr. Ogg, I don't have time to think about things that far ahead,"

"Ivy, you've made a lot of money. It's better to quit while you're ahead and find a new job than to continue fighting on the battlefield."

"Mr. Oger, a war mercenary group like us basically has no legal status, so how can we change jobs at will?"

"Ivy, I'm just talking casually, don't take it too seriously, just treat it as a joke."

"Mr. Ogg, I've made note of your suggestion."

According to Ivy's introduction, the top three war mercenary groups are all from the southern continent of the human race. The mercenary leaders know each other and can barely be considered acquaintances. Therefore, they can barely maintain peace with each other. As long as there is no major conflict that touches on their respective core interests, they generally will not fight each other. They maintain a delicate balance between each other and sometimes cooperate with each other.

Even if they were hired by different employers, when they met on the battlefield, these mercenary groups would act, pretending to miss each other and trying not to fight each other. There were many unspoken rules in the war mercenary groups. Large-scale war mercenary groups followed certain unwritten rules and would not fight each other seriously. The cannon fodder that was cheated was basically small and medium-sized war mercenary groups. They had few people and no say, just like the weak, and the rules of the game were all set by the strong.

The leaders of these three mercenary groups also have personal titles. The beautiful leader of the Casaram Mercenary Group, Ivy, is nicknamed "Odd Eyes". The leader of the Goreft Mercenary Group is "Black Dress" Sherlock. The beautiful leader of the Csulis Mercenary Group is "Glow" Angela. Although their nicknames are a bit second-year, none of these three mercenary leaders are just vases or mascots. They are very strong in themselves. They all rely on their super personal combat power and outstanding abilities to sit on the position of leader, which makes their subordinates convinced. Ivy is more modest. She admits that she is the weakest among the three. She can't beat the other two in a single fight. She knows it well.

"Ivy, didn't we agree that there would only be three of us? Why did you bring more people here?"

"Angela, this is Mr. Ogg, a friend of mine. He happened to have something to do in the city, so he brought his maid with him and came with us."

"Ivy, you should know that if the number of people is changed temporarily, the other party may reject the application. Then no one will be able to enter the city. Tell me, how much commission did you receive?"

"What commission, Angela? I don't know what you are talking about!"

"Don't play dumb, Ivy. We've known each other for more than a day or two. Would you do something that has no benefit? Even if the sun rises from the west, you won't change this principle."

"Angela, please give me some face and don't talk about such hurtful issues!"

"Ivy, we war mercenaries don't talk about money, so how can we talk about feelings? If you don't give me any benefits, don't even think about it."

It turned out that Ivy did not go into the city alone, but with the other two mercenary leaders. When they applied before, they had three people going together. The two mercenary leaders reacted differently to Ivy's sudden change of heart. "Glow" Angela's tone was full of gunpowder, and she did not hide her dissatisfaction. However, to Osta's surprise, this mercenary leader was also a beautiful leader, and her appearance was not inferior to Ivy. Even when she was angry, her voice and tone were delicate, and she sounded a bit arrogant. Osta was very pleased and did not even think that Angela was scolding or complaining.

Angela is tall, about 170cm tall, and is slender. She has a devilish figure close to the golden ratio, with a charming curve and perfect proportions. Angela is slightly taller than Ivy. This beautiful leader has smooth sea-blue hair, a standard long straight hairstyle, which falls naturally backwards and reaches her slender waist. That pretty face, dignified features, a pair of golden eyes, and an expression that gives people a sense of majesty. Although she has blue hair, Angela's personality tends to be hot-tempered and open, and she is ruthless to others.

Osta's attention was quickly drawn to Angela, who was wearing a black and white dress with a shoulder-baring design, revealing her shoulders, and a pair of brown long gloves. If you look closely, you can see that the top is backless, and her entire white back is clearly visible. Because there are no shoulder straps, Angela's upper body is either completely empty, without any thin underwear, or it is designed in a bold style like a Band-Aid. The height of the peaks is estimated to be around D size, which is not very large, but the shape is very beautiful.

Osta's sight quickly moved to the bottom. Angela was wearing a blue miniskirt, which was too short. As long as the wind blew, it might be exposed. The probability of seeing the style or color of the thin inner armor was very high. The pair of snow-white slender legs were matched with a pair of brown super-long combat boots and black silk stockings of the same length. Angela's weapons, two of which can be seen on the surface, a knight's sword with a golden hilt and inlaid purple gems, the sword was hung on the right, and the other was a brown magic whip held in the right hand, the tip of the whip was an inlaid prismatic gem.

Angela is only a maiden, but she can sublimate the aura of a queen. Of course, it would be even better if she could pay a little attention and take off the furry black rabbit ears on her head. Wearing these rabbit ears gives people an inexplicably cute illusion. Angela noticed Osta's gaze, but she was similar to Ivy. She had also served as a mercenary leader for many years and had seen the world and met many different kinds of customers. Angela didn't care too much about Osta's gaze, nor did she mind being openly peeped at by a gentleman prince opposite.

"Angela, this matter is my fault. It has nothing to do with her."

"Mr. Oger, our previous application was for three people..."

"Angela, how about this? Please accept this gift."

"Mr. Ogg, I am a man of principle. How many are in this bag?"

"Angela, the amount I give you is the same as what I gave to Ivy. It's just a small token. Can you take me with you when you go to the city this time... maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future."

"I...I don't care. As long as Sherlock has no objection, I can pretend I don't know. I didn't see anything just now."

Osta was good at getting beautiful women. After giving a small bag of gold coins as a gift and offering benefits of 100 gold coins, "Ghost Light" Angela also relented and her attitude was not as tough as before. After all, she was a real soldier, and few people would have a problem with gold coins. Angela's profession was a sword dancer, a special magic and martial arts dual cultivation profession. Although the weapon she held, the magic whip, was easy to make people think of something wrong, it was indeed a genuine magic weapon. It was not certain whether it could be used for things other than casting magic. If it really had to be used in other places, it seemed that it could be used.

When Osta looked at Sherlock in the "black suit", he was a little surprised. Sherlock was about 156cm tall at most, and looked much smaller than the people around him. He had black hair in a long ponytail. His red eyes were looking at Osta with curiosity. Sherlock was wearing a black Gothic Lolita outfit, black Gothic shoes, and a pair of black and white striped socks. The only flaw was that the front was too flat, with almost no peaks, a typical flat airport.

Sherlock wore a Gothic black hat on his head, which was tilted. His facial features were delicate and there was no obvious flaw. His skin was fair and he looked very young. He was definitely underage. Sherlock was holding a magic book with his arms folded in front of him, standing in a very well-behaved posture. This was not the point. The point was that Sherlock's gender was not a girl. He looked like a cute Gothic lolita, but in fact, he was a shota. Sherlock did not wear a scarf, and his Adam's apple was very obvious. Osta soon saw that this little shota was too cute, even more cute than many real lolis, which made a certain gentleman prince doubt his own orientation for a while, and felt that gender was not that important.

Fortunately, Osta quickly came to his senses and realized his own gaffe. He quickly turned his gaze back to Ivy and Angela, and stopped looking at Sherlock, so as not to fall into confusion and bewilderment. After seeing Osta's embarrassment, Ivy and Angela laughed in their hearts. Osta was considered to have performed relatively well. Many gentlemen were misled when they met Sherlock for the first time, and even expressed their love, sent confession letters, love letters and roses, only to find out that the other party was not a loli but a shota. One by one, their faces were embarrassed and their smiles were frozen, as if time had frozen at that moment. Osta was able to wake up after discovering it in time, which was also a skill.

"Sir Sherlock, this is a small gift from my master. Please accept it."

"Sister, your master is really interesting. He seems to pay a lot of attention to beautiful big sisters. Don't you mind at all?"

"Sir Sherlock, I have other plans for this matter and I won't care."

"Well, sister, you are really generous. You must be an extraordinary person. Mr. Ogg, it's okay for you to come with us. Maybe this is a destined arrangement. Fate has already made the decision."

"Sir Sherlock, I don't understand what you mean. Can you give me more clues?"

"Mr. Ogg, fate is something that doesn't work if you explain it too clearly."

At the critical moment, Chris came out to help. She, as a maid, presented a gift to Sherlock on behalf of Osta, a small bag containing 100 gold coins. Sherlock was very calm and accepted the gold coins quickly without raising any objections. Osta thought it would take a lot of effort, but now everything was solved, which made the gentleman prince a little uncomfortable.

Sherlock is a wizard by profession. He has the special ability to predict the future and can predict the trend of fate through astrology. Because he is too accurate in his predictions, he will be easily punished by God if he reveals too many secrets. In order to avoid God's punishment, Sherlock deliberately dressed up as a woman and changed from a young boy to a young girl. So far, Sherlock is still alive and well. If nothing unexpected happens, this young boy should have deceived the world. After dressing up as a woman and adding some special spells, he can deceive God.

Sherlock probably noticed the difference in Chris, and spoke with a very respectful tone. However, if Chris didn't admit it, Sherlock would not take the initiative to point it out. He couldn't be sure of Chris's true identity, but he could see the aura of transcendence. Osta had a brief chat with Sherlock. This boy was quite easy to talk to, and felt like a kid from the neighborhood, a little brother. It was hard to imagine that this childish child with a childish face would be the leader of a war mercenary group of tens of thousands of people.

After spending more than 300 gold coins in bribes, Osta finally joined the team with Chris. In his opinion, this expense was worth it. It was not a loss. Just to get in touch with the two beautiful mercenary leaders, Ivy and Angela, was worth it and enough to make back the cost. A certain gentleman prince was quite honest. He just coveted the bodies of the two beauties. It would be best if he could hook up with them. Not only were they the people, but they also had two large-scale war mercenary groups with rich combat experience behind them. No matter how you calculated it, it was not a loss. As for Sherlock, it was not important. Osta's sexual orientation was fine. If he entrusted this little boy to help with fortune-telling in the future, he could also make back a little bit of his capital.

"There are three people on the application, how come there are two more?"

"These two are our friends. They happened to have something to visit the city lord, so they came together."

"Captain Ivy, you should know the rules. You can't enter if there are more than one person."

"Brother, rules are dead, but people are alive. What do you think?"

"Sir, you can't say that. The rules are set by the higher-ups. If we break them, we'll lose our heads."

"Brother, it's okay to go to another place, where there's a wider world to explore. Whether you lose your head or not is up to you."

"Sir, I have benefited a lot from your words. You can go into the city now."

As expected by Aosta, their team was stopped by the guards outside the city of Medea. There were only three people registered on the application form, and suddenly there were two more people. Those soldiers were not blind, so they would naturally interrogate them. This time, Aosta did not let Ivy and others intervene, but negotiated in person. Facts have proved that as long as the gold coins are in place, nothing can be done. At the beginning, those soldiers claimed to stick to their principles and refused to let them go. After Aosta stuffed gold coins several times and bribed more than 200 gold coins per person, those soldiers finally gave in and finally let Aosta go. There was no other way, he gave too much. The Mesopotamian region is now in a chaotic situation. If the matter is exposed, the worst that can happen is to run away with the gold coins and change a boss.

Osta had already pointed out a clear way for the soldiers guarding the gate. He had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place, so he needed help from Ivy and other familiar guides. Otherwise, the gentleman prince would have no problem finding an opportunity to enter the city, and he could still use gold coins to pass through the city gate. It was just that it would take a lot of time to find the place where the city lord lived. If he asked Ivy to lead the way, it would not attract the attention of outsiders.

Ivy and Angela looked at Osta's back, thinking in their hearts, this generous young man looked no simple matter, although his lustful nature was obvious, however, Osta had a good grasp of the measure and always maintained a level that would not disgust the other party. Ivy and Angela did not hate it either, they were more concerned about Chris, the beautiful maid who looked like she might have silver hair, whose strength was unfathomable and whose energy was almost undetectable. It was obviously not something that a businessman of ordinary status could do to have such a powerful maid by his side.

As war mercenaries, Ivy and Angela would not ask if their employers did not disclose the information. In view of the gold coins given by Osta, the two beautiful captains chose to cooperate. Sherlock had a calm expression and believed that all this was arranged by fate, and there was a will in the dark, so he did not say much. As the whole team moved forward, Osta walked in the front, followed by Chris, and the three mercenary captains followed at the back like bodyguards, and their relationship and status were clear at a glance. After Osta gave the gold coins, he was nominally the temporary boss of the three. They deliberately slowed down and gave up the leading position to Osta.

"Is this the city of Medea? It doesn't look like a place that has experienced war."

"Mr. Oger, the war did not affect the capital. The Duchess is very capable, and the surrounding forces did not intervene. However, because she is a woman, it is too difficult for her to inherit the title, and it is not legally justifiable."

"Mr. Oger, according to the tradition of the Southern Continent, few ladies can inherit the title. There are too few precedents."

"Ivy, I think there's no need to promote this traditional bad habit in the Central Continent. Anyone who continues to practice it will be a different continent."

"Angela, the reason why you and Sherlock went to the city to find the lord is probably the same as Ivy's, also about the commission."

"Yes, Mr. Oger, the Duchess owed us commissions for several days. If it weren't for our long-term cooperation, we would have given up waiting and would not have come here just now."

"Mr. Ogg, why are you looking for the Duchess?"

"I want to ask the Duchess about a friend of mine who has been here doing business for some time and has not returned yet."

Chapter 38: The Tyranny of the Dictator of Medea City (Part 2)

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The capital of the Mesopotamian region, Medea, is located on a plain called Medico, with a river called Dios behind it. The Dios River runs across the Medico Plain, dividing the plain into two. This provides a natural defense barrier for Medea. The actual controller of the city is the wife of the former lord, Grand Duke Gravana, Grand Duchess Melas. When the former lord Gravana fell into a coma due to a serious illness and became almost a vegetable, he was appointed to become the new owner of Medea.

Lady Melas was quite capable. She seized power with an iron fist and then quickly eliminated dissidents. She suppressed and cleared out all the old ministers who were loyal to the former lord, Duke Gravana, and executed them mercilessly, establishing her own absolute rule in Medea. Although she gave people a very obvious sense of being a dictator, as a woman, she was able to do this, which really made people have to admit that she was capable of breaking into a new world for herself in the lordship dominated by men.

Medea City is currently in a state of war with the whole city on alert, similar to a full curfew. Residents on the streets can move around as usual, and their daily lives are not greatly affected. However, under the city's high alert, there are many restrictions in various aspects, such as prohibiting residents from gathering in public places, strictly prohibiting gatherings, and not allowing more than five people to appear on the street. At the same time, the prices of goods in stores are restricted, prices are unified, and prices cannot be raised arbitrarily. Stores are opened and closed, and the time of morning and night markets is unified. Violators will be severely punished.

Under various high-pressure policies, the order of Medea City became well-ordered. Although it was not free, it was lucky compared to other cities that were destroyed by war. At least people were safe and there was hope as long as they could survive. The residents basically accepted the rule of Madam Melas and recognized her identity as a ruler. According to the information known by Ivy and other real mercenary leaders, the total force of Medea City and the garrison were more than 100,000, all of which were directly managed by Madam Melas, and the military power was firmly in her hands.

In addition to the army of more than 100,000 people, Madam Melas also hired nearly 80,000 war mercenaries at a high price, and stationed them in the temporary joint camp outside the city to assist her in the battle. The total number of troops in various places is close to 200,000. Among the four major forces currently competing for the rule of the Mesopotamian region, Madam Melas ranks third in terms of total military strength. However, she firmly controls the capital of the territory, Medea City, and has a clear advantage in legal and traditional terms, which is more advantageous than the other three competitors. Madam Melas' only disadvantage is probably her gender. If she is not a man, there are not many precedents for inheriting the title.

"Mr. Oger, Madam Melas is very powerful. Even Angela and I can't figure out her origins. That woman is not simple."

"Mr. Ogg, you have to be careful when you see Mrs. Melas. You see, there's nothing wrong with us. Ivy and I don't mind. However, if you peek at Mrs. Melas, it might cause her disgust."

"Mr. Oger, it will be difficult for us to help you at that time. Unless you pay more, we can consider it."

"Ivy, Angela, I just admire you, I don't mean to offend you. Anyway, if you don't mind, can you still..."

"Mr. Ogg, Mrs. Melas may...maybe...never mind, you'd better not look at Mrs. Melas the same way you look at ordinary people."

"Sir Sherlock, what do you mean..."

"The secret cannot be revealed, Mr. Ogg. This is all my hunch. You don't have to worry about it."

On the streets of Medea, Osta took Chris and after successfully entering the city, he walked with the three mercenary leaders. He could have tried to act independently after entering the city. However, a certain gentleman prince wanted to see beautiful women and was reluctant to give up the opportunity to appreciate the beauty of Ivy and Angela up close, so he walked with them. Ignoring gender, Sherlock's pseudo-shota girl is also very pleasing to the eye. If you don't mind gender, you can barely treat her as an ordinary cute girl.

When Aosta and his companions entered the city, it was already evening. Most of the residents in Medea had stayed indoors early in accordance with the curfew. The shops on the streets were basically closed. Fully armed guards could be seen everywhere, standing guard at important posts in various blocks and on high floors of buildings, as well as patrols passing by. The city was in good order, and the disobedient troublemakers had long been cleared out. Most of the remaining people were good citizens who accepted this situation.

The Mesodas living in the city of Medea and its surrounding areas generally have low demands and are easily satisfied. As long as they can guarantee a basic standard of living, it doesn't matter who is the ruler. Compared with the rule of the previous lord, Grand Duke Gravana, the rule of Lady Melas is generally very different. There are not many changes. Duke Gravana's political ability is average and his ruling level tends to be conservative. He is not as strong as his wife Melas, who is full of strong woman style.

Now, even if Grand Duke Gravana wakes up, it will be useless. His power has long been taken away by his first wife Melas, and he can no longer regain his rule. His old subordinates who were loyal to him have either been purged or exiled. No one listens to the orders of the former lord anymore. In that case, it is better for him to remain unconscious than to live in frustration after waking up.

Ivy and his fellow war mercenary leaders had been to Medea City several times before, and were already familiar with everything in the city. Under their guidance, Aosta quickly arrived at the lord's mansion in the center of Medea City. Along the way, because they knew people there, the patrolling guards and the guards on duty, without exception, let Aosta's team pass. They had seen those war mercenary leaders many times and were considered acquaintances, so naturally they skipped the necessary inspections such as interrogation.

Although there were two more people, Osta and Chris were disguised as the son of a wealthy merchant and his accompanying maid who were out for sightseeing. They were unarmed and looked harmless. The patrol team and the guards on duty let them pass without checking, giving face to Ivy and other war mercenary leaders. The two extra people might be their subordinates, so there was no need to investigate further.

"Mr. Oger, the lord's mansion is ahead. Please remember what Angela and I said and be careful in what you say and do. I don't want to make a difficult choice between the two sponsors."

"Mr. Oger, you have to be careful. Ivy and I can't get involved in conflicts between our bosses."