Origin Paradise!

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[Note: The fall and resurrection of a dragon can be decided in the blink of an eye.]

call!

A powerful surge of energy emanated from the castle's secret chamber.

The sharpness released by the sword of virtue made Zhuang Ya, who was reading a book, turn her head slightly.

Through her valiant fight in the battle across the sea, Eleanor crossed the boundary and officially advanced to the level of a hero elite. Her battle aura was transformed into a holy domain ability, and her helmet, gauntlets, battle skirt, warhorse, and pendant formed a hero's armor, granting her a special attack against the knight class.

The secret chamber door opened, and a stunningly beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes stepped out. Her ascension to the Holy Realm meant that she could inherit the old Marquis's position, making the Lion Marquis of Augusta territory truly deserving of the title.

“Rhine, I’m preparing to hold a banquet,” Eleanor said softly. “I’ll invite the Storm Church, the ten counts, and the knight commanders to announce that the Augusta family will rule the Loda region.”

Restoring control over the North was the old Marquis's lifelong wish, and Eleanor was very grateful to Rhine for securing the position of Governor of Loda, which was equivalent to completing half of the task.

Jiang He casually reminded him, "You only have three knight orders under your command. Count White Wolf is dead, Count Glen has betrayed you, and Count Black Serpent's attitude is unknown. Relying solely on the strength of the Holy Domain may not be enough to secure the loyalty of the other seven counts."

Eleanor smoothed her hair and chuckled, "Isn't it still you here? The title of Earl of White Wolf will be inherited by the White Wolf family, but the title and land of Earl Glen can still be conferred. Given the current situation, the Empire will not refuse. Do you have a suitable candidate?"

A powerful earl, or better yet, a knight of great achievements.

Jiang He pondered, for he always sided with his relatives, not with what was right.

The combination of Old Black and the Pirate King Puppet is perfectly capable of handling the task.

"It seems you already have the answer."

Eleanor walked into the dressing room, changed into a pure white wedding dress, stood directly in front of the desk, and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her jade-like legs wrapped in silver satin.

"How is it? Do you feel anything?" Eleanor asked softly. She was quite disappointed that the wedding was interrupted by an assassination attempt at the banquet.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Ya closed her book and, mimicking Si Ning, secretly rolled her eyes.

Jiang He remained calm. He wasn't particularly interested in this, but since the other party was taking the initiative, there was no need to refuse.

"Waa, go find the Dragonborn Church."

"clear."

……

at the same time.

Under the thick darkness of night, the Dragonstone Earl's Castle was dimly lit, and the servants were completely unaware of the increased number of knights guarding the castle.

"You're trying to ruin me!"

"Your appearance in Dragonstone Territory without notice, consultation, or permission will bring annihilation to the family."

"I'm going crazy!"

In the bedroom, the middle-aged count was so angry that he scratched his head. He looked at the group of people who had suddenly appeared, his expression both angry and helpless. These dozen or so people were basically all at the Great Enterprise level or above, and their bloodlines were powerful. The chief bishop who was leading them was even at the Saint level.

"You are a follower of the Dragon King, and it was the King who gave you glory and power." The Dragon Bishop said calmly, "If you lose your faith, then return your power. In the turbulent North, how can you protect your family now that you have lost your great achievements?"

Earl Dragonstone slumped upon hearing this. He pointed to the masked man surrounded by the crowd, whose physique appeared extremely aged and whose aura was unpredictable.

“I have never met him. If you want me to arrange the trip north to the Holy Wall, I can, but I must make sure you are all devout believers.”

The dragon bishop's forehead veins bulged.

Are you sure you want to talk to me like that?

Count Dragonstone sat on the ground, utterly disrespectful, and said, “Then just kill me. Count Rhine is not someone to be trifled with. I am now under Governor Loda’s command. The Augusta family will investigate the sudden death of an earl, both morally and legally.”

The Dragon Archbishop couldn't help but clench his fist. Rhine Augustus, a renowned powerhouse in the North, was indeed a formidable opponent. At present, the Dragonborn Church had no conditions to cause any further trouble.

The situation has reached a stalemate.

Everyone knows that Earl Dragonstone saw that the face beneath the mask could not be revealed, which is why he deliberately made things difficult for him.

Just as the Dragon Bishop was in a dilemma, the masked man personally removed his mask, and the surrounding church knights all changed color and stood up.

Count Dragonstone stood frozen in place.

"I... I'm so honored..."

The Dragon Bishop snapped angrily, "Hurry up and make the arrangements!"

Chapter 636 The Fugitives

Castle bedroom.

A warm, orange flame burned in the fireplace, and the glow of beehive candles illuminated the surroundings. The room was filled with the precious aroma of flowers and spices. Several portraits of the Augusta ancestors hung on the walls, and under the gaze of these ancestors, the current Marquis almost fainted.

Jiang He calmly got up, casually grabbed a goose down robe and put it on, and Zhuang Ya came over and brought her a glass of chilled Divine Blood Wine.

"Finish?"

Zhuang Ya tilted her head, her clear voice filled with curiosity. From her observation, whether it was the imperial concubines, Lilith, or the Marquis, everyone faced the giant serpent and ended up looking like they were about to die. But this was the first time the battle had ended before even a candle had burned out.

"It's pointless," Jiang He replied, sipping her wine. "Pei Xuanran might have been killed too early."

Zhuang Ya realized it was a joke, looked up with a faint smile, and said seriously, "Shall I go catch it?"

"Let's wait until the right prey comes to provoke me first." Jiang He sat down on the balcony and said calmly, "It's too low-class to bully a common woman, and besides, Lao Hei will probably be angry too."

The legendary secret technique, Destiny, is activated. Under the influence of the power of destiny, what you have obtained will be obtained again.

Zhuang Ya sat down next to someone, hugging her smooth knees with her small hands. The night view of Augusta Castle was relatively barren, but she still watched with great interest. There were countless different worlds, something she had never realized when she was deep in the mountains of the ancient martial arts world.

Under the bright moonlight, Zhuang Ya suddenly heard the sound of turning pages. Turning her head, she saw that Jiang He had taken out the Ancient Book of Fortune at some point. Her face froze for a moment, and then she immediately took out her own preschool version. The Great Serpent usually spent his days either practicing the Dragon Spear Technique or studying alchemy, which was so engrossed that it was unsettling.

After a while, a glimmer of light returned to Eleanor's empty eyes. She sat up, drenched in sweat, and quickly caught sight of the two people on the balcony.

"Rhine," Eleanor called softly, her expression somewhat apologetic. She knew very well that the other person's experience wouldn't be good; failing to fulfill the duties of a wife was a dereliction of duty.

Jiang He did not answer.

Zhuang Ya turned around and made a shushing gesture.

Eleanor was helpless. In fact, she had almost no memories of her past and had no deep feelings for the deceased old marquis or the Augusta family. As her only relative at present, Rhine undoubtedly held a very important position.

Several hours passed.

A crow circled down.

"Boss, the Imperial Inquisition team has arrived outside the Great Wall via the Alchemy Guild's teleportation array, and the Dragonborn Church left Dragonstone Castle, which is close to the Great Wall, an hour ago."

Jiang He nodded and said, "I'll go take a look."

Whether to kill or save depends on the value of the Dragonborn Church.

……

Dawn is approaching.

Edge of the Earl of Dragonstone.

Earl Dragonstone led his entourage to a manor farm, his previous perfunctory attitude completely gone.

On the farm, hundreds of slaves are working hard, and the temporarily harvested tobacco will be transported to the Holy Wall by caravan.

"The Lemon Merchant Guild is a recently emerging business organization, and it is said to be the purse of Earl Rhine of Rock City."

"Because of the strong expansion of the Augusta Territory, the Lemon Merchant Guild's development momentum is getting stronger and stronger. Grand Master Lawrence of the Holy Great Wall is the Countess's uncle, so the Lemon Merchant Guild directly won the supply orders of the two Great Knight Orders of the Great Wall."

Earl Dragonstone lit a cigarette and said, "Originally, supplying the Holy Wall with resources was the responsibility of the White Wolf Earl's territory, but with the death of the White Wolf Earl, it is naturally out of the question. I'm afraid we'll have to wait until a successor to the White Wolf Manor emerges before we can even compete for a share."

The Dragon Bishop had no interest in this information, stating only, "I'm only concerned with security."

Several church knights nodded to each other.

“There is no absolute safety,” Earl Dragonstone said, spreading his hands. “But the Lemon Merchant Guild is the youngest, and because of a shortage of manpower, most of its members are freed slaves from overseas, compared to other merchant guilds in the North…”

Earl Dragonstone glanced at the masked man and said, "The chances of recognizing this person are the lowest."

“Agreed.” The Dragon Bishop pondered for a moment before agreeing to this channel.

"Upon reaching the Holy Wall, my eldest son, serving as the Grand Knight Commander, will escort you all to the Ice Forest," said Earl Dragonstone.

For the free people of the Empire, the Ice Plains were a very dangerous place. At the beginning of the Divine Era, the Son of the Conqueror defeated the kingdoms in various places, causing the First Men to flee to the Ice Plains and eventually become barbarians.

In addition, the Icefield is also a pilgrimage zone for the Frost and Death Titans. Frost Giants, born with great power, roam the land, and the creatures killed by the Frost Giants will basically become wandering Frost Undead. The powerful enemies, combined with the harsh living environment, make the Empire's control over the area outside the Holy Wall extremely low.

It is worth mentioning that gods are natural beings, usually residing in the "heavens," while Titans are a primitive belief. Just like the nine-headed sea serpent that symbolizes the ocean Titans, they have corresponding physical forms. The peak strength of a hero is also a big problem for the Empire.

After a brief rest, Count Dragonstone urged the Lemon Caravan to set off immediately, as it would take a day or two to reach the Holy Wall from here.

The caravan consisted of nearly three hundred people, stretching for miles. The leader was a middle-aged magic swordsman of the rank of Grand Knight. He originally came from a small principality outside the western border, but his homeland was ravaged by war, and he unfortunately became a slave. He was recently bought by the Lemon Merchant Guild and became its captain. Through accumulating merits, he regained his status as a free citizen.

"Sir, the carriage is still empty."

The middle-aged magic swordsman looked at the young man who appeared in the night. The young man was wearing a scarlet cloak and his face was indistinct. Caravans usually refused to let such mysterious people in, but the young man produced a token from a high-ranking member of the merchant guild.

Jiang He casually sat on the carriage shaft and asked, "How many fugitives are on this trip?"

The middle-aged magic swordsman estimated and replied, "There are roughly forty people. We have already reported to the guild leader and the grandmaster."

Jiang He nodded.

The difficulty of getting Si Ning to run an honest business is no less than his own quitting drinking. The profits from supplying the Holy Great Wall are far less than the exorbitant profits from smuggling. The murderers in the territory, the defeated minor nobles, the adventurers who have angered the church, and so on—these guys are all lucrative opportunities to survive.

Jiang He glanced at the caravan out of the corner of his eye. Earl White Wolf had been killed in action, and his sons had fought over the succession to the title. The defeated second son was in the caravan. The Lemon Merchant Guild guaranteed that the two great knight orders of the Holy Great Wall would not discover his identity. As a reward, the second son of White Wolf paid three thousand gold coins and prepared to flee abroad.

"Selling lemon tobacco in the capital is probably just an expansion of distribution channels." Jiang He knew that Si Ning had recently been eyeing the mermaid tribe, and the story of the mermaid had already quietly spread.

Seeing Jiang He sitting on the carriage shaft, the middle-aged magic swordsman took the initiative to pull open the carriage curtain, revealing a wooden box piled with thousands of gold coins inside. Several elven women of different appearances were in tears, with magic steel shackles on their ankles and wrists.

Clearly, the middle-aged demon swordsman, now freed from slavery, showed no pity whatsoever towards his former slaves.

"My lord, elves can live for three to five hundred years, and their beauty remains unchanged. Some elves in minor noble families have even been passed down for more than ten generations," the middle-aged magic swordsman explained in detail.

In the world of gods, the lifespan of the strongest humans is similar to that of ordinary people. To some extent, this is the price the world pays for entering a golden age. Many nobles pursue longevity, which has given rise to a corresponding culture. Keeping elves has long been a fashion among the nobility.

When Jiang He first arrived at Augusta Castle, he received a warm welcome.

"Are there elves in the Whispering Forest of the North?"

"Yes, sir, an elf can sell for several hundred gold coins," the middle-aged magic swordsman said. According to the map, Whispering Forest originally occupied half of the northern territory, and the duchy's fertile land mainly came from the reclamation of the forest.

“From today onwards, you are the leader of the Rock City slave-catching team.”

Jiang He casually pinched a thread of fate. The middle-aged demon swordsman possessed a great legacy inherited in his bloodline, indicating that his ancestors were nobles. However, the legacy had been passed down too many times, causing it to become diluted. It needed to be revived to activate it.

A significant number of noble knights are trapped here, unable to advance to the rank of Grand Knight and become high-ranking nobles.

As the power of the Great Sin and Wrath amplified Great Achievement, his previously thin bloodline began to boil again. The middle-aged demon swordsman's expression changed drastically. He felt as if his entire body was on fire, with the ghosts of countless demons roaring in his ears. The ancestral Great Achievement of hunting demons across the land was being revived.

With his body strengthened and his energy sublimated, a guardian spirit resembling a hunting dog was born. The middle-aged magic swordsman could smell the scents within a hundred miles and even identify information about monsters he had never seen before based on the scents.

Jiang He calmly replied, "Name."

The middle-aged swordsman bowed his head, knelt on one knee, and presented his sword.

“Fischer Melentes, your servant.”

Jiang He waved his hand, indicating that he had no interest in bestowing titles upon a person of great achievement; at the very least, only those at the Saint Realm would be worthy of serious attention.

The birth of the Knight of Great Achievements drew the attention of the Dragon Bishop and others.

"What a coincidence."

"How could there be a revival of a great cause!"

"Be on high alert, and watch out for the people in the courtroom."

The members of the Dragonborn Church were abuzz with discussion. The guard they had lowered because of Count Dragonstone was raised again. The masked man looked thoughtfully at the carriage at the front, sensing a great power.

……

The caravan set off, heading towards the sacred Great Wall.

Dozens of wagons were loaded with large quantities of lemon tobacco and some imperial-standard magical swords produced by the alchemy workshops, but the main cargo was still grain and frozen meat.

Heavy snow fell, and the North was gripped by the harsh winter.

More than two hundred slaves, imprisoned in prison carts, were sold in turn to minor and medium-sized nobles along the way. Cheap sea salt produced in Rock City was hard currency here.

The two-day trip has come to an end.

On the horizon, a colossal barrier, seemingly the end of the world, appeared before everyone's eyes.

The height of the Great Wall is breathtaking, with its top piercing the gray, cold sky. The three-hundred-foot-high ice wall, when you look up, your vision is swallowed by the pure, overwhelming verticality, and the top seems to melt into the low-hanging clouds and the endless cold wind.