Star Forge Titan

Looking at the monster-sized horse standing alone in the middle of the stable, which had forced the other horses to retreat to the corners on both sides, Alvin suddenly smiled brightly.

Those neat teeth that could chew steel swords as if they were biscuits seemed to flash a metallic white light under the sunlight.

The hot weather and scorching sun are nothing but a gentle breeze to the Son of Titan, so he does not wear a loose white robe like ordinary desert people, which can easily drain moisture from the body surface and form a microclimate inside the clothes, nor does he wear only shorts or a short skirt like desert civilians.

This northerner, living in the scorching desert, didn't even cut his messy black hair.

A pure black vest paired with a white shirt and a pair of fitted trousers, plus a black wide-brimmed cowboy hat that is more decorative than practical, makes Alvin look like a western cowboy going on an adventure in the desert.

At the moment, although this sudden preferential treatment made Alvin a little surprised, he did not intend to refuse it hypocritically.

Anyway, no matter what the reason is for the other party to take the initiative to show goodwill, I have enough confidence to repay this favor.

"Thank you." Alvin nodded to Heidi in a very straightforward manner.

The female mage was obviously aware of the boy's relaxed and carefree attitude, and couldn't help but slightly raise her beautiful thin eyebrows.

Then, Ivan looked at the little maid next to Heidi, who was still a little uncomfortable with her new clothes.

Noticing the gaze of the black-haired boy, the girl immediately gave him a cute smile with a small missing tooth.

Because he witnessed his family being killed by flesh-eating bee-eating ghosts in front of him, this child is taciturn in front of most people and can't even speak coherently.

But she particularly trusts Ivan who saved her, so she is willing to show him her brightest smile at any time.

"Be strong and live on, little bell." Squatting in front of the girl, Alvin reached out and touched her little head.

Although those were the terrifying five fingers that were like the hand of judgment of Osiris, the god of the underworld, that could easily tear the cannibals of the flesh-eating bee tribe apart like pieces of paper, the girl, who was called Little Bell by the caravan, felt unprecedented peace of mind.

"Heh, Feng Ling is my maid."

Heidi took a step forward and pushed Ivan away as if she was chasing away a big dog from the neighbor's house. Although her tone was as gentle as usual, it also carried a toughness that ordinary women did not have.

This woman is indeed not a simple businessman...

Ivan understood the situation in his heart, but he didn't say anything. Anyway, none of this mattered to him.

He whistled not far away, and the Mountain King snorted immediately upon hearing the sound, then raised his front hoof and kicked the fence in front of him with great ease.

The nearly three-meter-tall black giant horse trembled its muscles and left through the "Freshly Oven" door as domineeringly and brutally as a heavy tank.

The dozen or so grooms around were too angry to say anything and could only trot to put the saddle on this monster that looked like a horse but was not much like a horse in any other way.

With a nimble movement, he jumped onto the Mountain King's horse, raised his hat, and walked towards the bustling streets of Ismailia without looking back.

"Madam, is this really okay? Even though that horse isn't suitable for racing, it could still fetch a high price as a stud, right?"

A senior official from the Liujinzhishang Chamber of Commerce couldn't help but ask:

"..." Heidi did not answer her subordinate's question immediately, but just glanced at him with a cold look that had never appeared before.

With just one glance, the young senior officer felt himself falling into a state of terror where he could not breathe.

The figure of the beautiful hostess in front of him kept getting bigger and bigger, and her long, beautiful black hair swayed in the wind like the dancing flames around the scorching sun.

Another older senior official of the Chamber of Commerce immediately took a few steps forward and, without hesitation, knelt on the ground with his arms outstretched in respect.

"I'm sorry, my dear mistress, he's just a young man who has just been promoted and doesn't understand the rules of the Chamber of Commerce yet."

Hearing this, Heidi paused for a few seconds before slowly looking away.

The young clerk, who was completely frozen, began to gasp for breath. In the brief moment just now, he had completely forgotten what breathing was. His lungs were clearly still working and his mouth and nose were clearly not blocked, but not a single air flowed into his body.

Looking at the cadres still kneeling on the ground and the young staff with a frightened look on their faces, Heidi smiled her usual faint smile.

"Raising horses, especially horses like Sanwang, is not an easy job." With just one sentence, the older senior official showed his understanding.

Indeed, compared to the outstanding young talents who possess extraordinary powers, a mere strange horse obtained by accident is nothing.

Looking at Ivan's gradually receding back, Heidi still had a smile in her eyes.

"My young fellow from the North, perhaps we will meet again soon."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded from the shadows behind him.

"Ms. Heidi."

The female mage looked in the direction of the voice and saw a thin figure covered in a black robe, a black headscarf and a veil mask.

"Your Majesty invites you." The visitor stated his purpose concisely.

"I see." Heidi nodded without showing any surprise.

In Ismailia, the 'Your Majesty' mentioned by the men in black could only be one person, the individual who held the highest power in this trading city, the Witch King Menes.

Alvin had no idea what was happening behind him.

At this moment, the place he was heading to was a large chamber of commerce from the Kingdom of Elrond.

"Frosthorn... a familiar name."

Looking at the symbol of a horn painted with blue paint hanging outside the Chamber of Commerce headquarters, Alvin couldn't help but look nostalgic.

Although the other party was nominally a private guild, they were actually directly loyal to the royal family of Elrond. Therefore, he had many dealings with this guild in the game, such as riding a heavy magic motorcycle to rob and rob.

You know, in the game, the entire country of Elrond was caught up in the skeleton craze. Even the Chamber of Commerce, which was under the guise of a private organization, was secretly collecting various materials, including living people, for the necromancers.

Of course, that would never happen to Elrond now.

Although the Blood Order, the main technical faction of Elrond, masters various biological transformation technologies, they are, after all, biological mages transformed from doctors, and at least have the bottom line that a human being should have.

As for why Alvin came to this chamber of commerce, there was no other reason.

It has been more than a year since he left Elrond, and recently he caused a big incident in the neighboring capital of Lutetia.

As someone who loves his sister, Ostolfo would definitely not help him hide even a little bit. Therefore, Ivan felt that he had to send a letter to Frey, expressing his longing for her and explaining his recent situation.

Otherwise, the next time they meet, that dragon princess who is born with supernatural powers but doesn't look like a wizard will probably kick him hard.

The most important thing is that Alvin never wants important people to worry about him.

Upon entering the Chamber of Commerce headquarters, a young employee immediately greeted them. Although secretly a semi-spy organization, as a nominally commercial organization, the Frosthorn's surface operations were meticulous.

Just as Alvin was about to explain his purpose, he suddenly heard the sound of someone knocking over a water glass behind the counter not far away.

Looking up, he saw a middle-aged employee with obvious signs of mystical transformation.

He has goat horns on his head and wears a pair of glasses. He looks gentle and refined, just like an honest man who has worked diligently for thirty years.

"Mr. Shepton, what's wrong with you?" the young employee asked in surprise.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll take care of this gentleman. You can go and take care of your own business first." The middle-aged man with a pair of goat horns on his head said with a smile:

The young employee was stunned for a moment, but then seemed to react, said thank you and returned to his post with a natural expression.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly to Alvin, and both of them came to a meeting room in tacit understanding.

The interior of the reception room is very quiet, obviously it has been well soundproofed.

After entering the reception room, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment.

He glanced at the door again, and after confirming that it was completely closed and locked, he spoke:

"I didn't expect to see you here, Your Highness."

Chapter 11: Fist of Freedom

The middle-aged man's first sentence surprised Alvin.

But afterwards, the other party immediately gave an explanation.

Shepton, who looked like an ordinary middle-aged clerk, rolled up his sleeves. His arm, covered with some white curly hair, looked ordinary at first, but when magic power flowed through the skin of his forearm at a special frequency, a faintly glowing wolf head tattoo appeared.

"I was once a member of the Royal Guard Knights directly under the Black Knight Ashram. I was fortunate to fight alongside His Royal Highness in the previous battle and witnessed His Royal Highness slaying evil demons up close." Shepton pushed up his sliding glasses with a little excitement.

"Is he one of those Silver Knights? This is really a surprising encounter." Alvin said with emotion.

At the same time, he also recalled that when he first entered the door, the other party deliberately looked at the diplomat ring he was wearing. Obviously, this was one of the reasons why the other party recognized him.

After all, rings with this kind of special function are extremely rare in the outside world, and each ring will be registered by the Elrond intelligence agency. It is said that they also have special means of identification.

But soon, Alvin realized another problem.

"But why would a Royal Guard Knight appear here? Although the Frosthorn needs a certain amount of military support in the process of gathering intelligence, it wouldn't be necessary to let a Royal Guard Silver Knight in his prime be involved, right?"

Although the second-level ones can only be regarded as ordinary soldiers filling the battlefield in the future era, now is only the beginning of the rise of various countries, and the combat power of every extraordinary person is very valuable, let alone an elite second-level like the Silver Knight.

Hearing this, Shepton couldn't help but reveal a hint of regret.

"Your Highness, oh no, it's His Majesty the Demon King now. The battle that took place on the eve of His Majesty the Demon King's revolution was too brutal. Although I survived by chance, I also suffered serious injuries that are difficult to heal, and even lost a calf." At this point, the middle-aged man's tone couldn't help but become sighing.

But as an Elrond who grew up in hardship and frost, he knocked on his left leg quite casually after he finished speaking, making the prosthetic limb covered by the trouser leg make a hollow "dong dong" sound.

"That's why I retired from the Knights and joined the intelligence agency managed by Vice-Captain Maria."

The two of them exchanged a few brief words and quickly got down to business.

A small matter like carrying a letter was no big deal at all. Shepton immediately said that he would use the most appropriate channels to send the letter back to Evanmore.

But then, he showed a hint of hesitation.

"Your Highness, I'm not sure if you're aware that the Silent Desert is unsafe lately. If you don't have anything special to do, it's best to leave as soon as possible. Besides, His Majesty would probably prefer to see you return in person rather than a simple letter."

“…” Alvin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

After experiencing the second stage of the Origin Realm, he had a deeper understanding of the immense power of the Uranus King Soul. Yet, in this world, there existed enemies with such power that even the Titans had to deal with them with all their might.

No matter what, it would be an unimaginably dangerous existence.

Therefore, Alvin will not easily return to Elrond before finding all four flawless gems.

Furthermore, the previous incident had made him a household name among the Chaos Evil Gods. This situation, like carrying a massive wanted warrant, was bound to attract many powerful enemies.

That also means that if Alvin rashly approaches those who love him and those he loves, he will only bring disaster to them.

Sighing, the black-haired boy, whose face still looked a bit childish but whose eyes were exceptionally mature, said in a deep voice:

"Now is not the time."

"By the way, why has there been turmoil in the Silent Desert recently? There must be a main reason, right?" Alvin turned and asked about the reason for this matter.

"You don't know yet?" Shepton was a little surprised, and then seemed to think of something.

"It seems you've just returned from a long journey. But the whole turmoil is rooted in just one incident."

This seemingly ordinary reception room is actually a safe house with good sound insulation and excellent defense performance, but even in such a room, Shepton couldn't help but lower his voice.

"The fourth Sorcerer King, Giant Rock-Sened, was assassinated three months ago. His corpse, transformed into a gigantic monster by using the Sorcerer King's secret magic, still lies in the desert near the city of Benisu, slowly rotting."

The huge amount of information in this sentence made Alvin frown.

Although he didn't understand the relationship between the Witch King's secret magic and monsters, even a stranger like him who had just arrived in the Silent Desert knew that every Witch King was an extremely powerful being.

Especially when they are near the city they rule, they can exert power that is several times stronger than that of extraordinary people of the same level.

The heavy rain that came with the Festival of Living Water was caused by the magic of the ruler of the city below, the Witch King Menes.

Magic that is powerful enough to change celestial phenomena, regardless of whether it is done with the help of external forces, is enough to be classified as a forbidden spell.

The individual or organization that was able to kill such a being near the city-state ruled by the other party must not be an unknown person.

"Who did it?" Alvin asked directly.

"Although there is no solid and reliable evidence yet, there are rumors that the murderers who assassinated the Fourth Witch King are..." When talking about the assassination, Shepton couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

After all, for the Witch King who had used secret magic to transform into a huge monster hundreds of meters long, any assassination was nothing more than a crude joke like a farce.

Although the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, Shepton still clearly said the rumored name.

"Freedom Fist."

Fist of Freedom?

Alvin vaguely remembered seeing this name somewhere.

Whether in the game or in reality, the Silent Desert is considered a poor, underdeveloped, and borderland civilization within the entirety of Palladia. Therefore, as a player in his previous life, Ivan didn't know much about this place.

But he still felt that he had heard the name 'Freedom Fist'.

The Witch King... The Fist of Freedom...

Wait, it's the rebels!?!

A light bulb went off in Alvin's mind, and he finally remembered where he had seen the name Freedom Fist.

There was once a player in the desert area who posted a complaint on the forum, saying that the Witch King who ruled his city-state collected blood taxes every now and then, so that his magic limit was reduced. He really hoped that the fighters of the Fist of Freedom would overthrow those bastards as soon as possible.