The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Ebeslut sat on the sofa and coughed a few times. He, along with Whitney Nizmore and some powerful professionals, had just emerged from the tomb of the Imperius royal family, or rather, the cavern beneath it.

The operation yielded nothing of value, but the cavern beneath the tomb was indeed fraught with danger. The cavern entrance was sealed by magic and by a statue bestowed upon the sleeper, which was enough to show that there was definitely something wrong down there.

After they went down, they saw a stone door blocking their way. After the dangerous magic on the stone door was dispelled, the first thing they saw inside was a few gold coins covered in dust.

Upon entering the stone gate, they quickly discovered that it was a maze, filled with numerous traps and constructs guarding the place.

"Hmph, if this is a place where demons are sealed, you'd better be careful not to die."

Inser snorted coldly, got up and walked outside, preparing to find Susan, the traitor, to prevent her from killing Maggie.

Chapter 34 Combat Techniques

By the time Maginus returned to her large house in the slums, the night owls had just come back as well.

No one asked her where she had gone yesterday. They weren't very familiar with each other; they just happened to be there together for warmth. Maginos had only been there for a little over ten days.

The girl sat down again in the corner of the room, cushioning her money pouch, which contained a gold coin. The rest of her coins, along with the money pouch given to her by Walker, had been secretly hidden deep in the mass grave.

As for the gold coin... she planned to use it to learn some combat skills from that old man. Maginus was able to kill the two drug addicts simply because they were incompetent. From beginning to end, the girl herself had nothing to do with combat.

She lacked both combat awareness and combat skills; she only knew swordsmanship, not how to fight.

Thinking about what was to come, Maginos closed her eyes and rested. Feeling much more relaxed, she was in a light sleep and could feel herself sleeping soundly.

After waking up and regaining her strength, it was almost afternoon again. The girl, whose sleep schedule had been completely reversed, raised her hand to press her stiff neck and got up to go to Old Willen's house.

Approaching the dilapidated house, she looked around but couldn't find old Willen, so she knocked on the door: "Old Willen, are you there?"

"Come in~".

A lazy voice came from the room. Maginus pushed open the door and saw the old man lying on a recliner. He glanced at him and asked, "I remember you're called Jimo, right? What are you doing here?"

"You want to learn some combat skills? Although you're a thief, you're said to have almost become a mid-level professional, so you must have some combat skills, right? How many can you learn with one gold coin?"

The girl opened her purse and flicked the gold coins at the old man. The frail old thief raised his hand, pinched the gold coins, flicked them lightly to confirm their authenticity, and then jumped up from his chair.

"I won't ask too many questions. So... do you want to learn how to fight head-on or attack from the shadows? A head-on fight will cost about one gold coin, but an attack from the shadows will cost much more."

"What do you think suits me best?"

Maginus countered, glancing at her frail self. She had expected old Velen to say she was better suited for sneak attacks, but to the girl's surprise, Velen stared into her eyes for a long time before tapping the table and saying, "Let's face it head-on. You're not cut out for sneak attacks."

Can I ask why?

She was utterly puzzled. Wei Lun rummaged through his pile of junk and found two wooden daggers: "I can tell from your eyes. People like you are too good at exposing your murderous aura. You're not suited for sneak attacks at all. By the way, what weapon do you use?"

"Wooden sword."

The old man tossed a moldy wooden sword to the girl, opened the door, and went outside. They stood together in the open space in front of the house, and then the old man pointed a dagger at Maginot:

"Come on, attack me with all your might, don't worry about me."

bump!

Before he could finish speaking, Maginos charged forward, her wooden sword striking the dagger heavily. She didn't push the old man back an inch, continuing her attack with measured, methodical swordsmanship.

While easily defending and dodging, Old Willen instructed the girl: "Leaving aside speed and strength, your attack method is too rigid; it's just a matter of performing some kind of sword technique."

"Remember to be flexible and use different tactics to deal with different methods of the enemy. For example, you should choose to defend now."

He thrust his dagger toward Maginot's face, and the girl hurriedly raised her sword to block it. But just as she blocked the dagger, a fist loomed large in front of her and slammed into her rather terrifying face.

"Don't be so rigid. As long as the opponent doesn't have much defense, fists and feet are all ways to attack. But you also have to be careful about what kind of magical items the opponent might have. I've learned my lesson the hard way."

The old man smiled as he watched Maginus fall to the ground. The girl propped herself up with her wooden sword and raised her left hand to wipe her nose.

The bloodstains on her fingers and the throbbing pain in her nose did not affect her. She raised her wooden sword again, aimed it at old Willen, stepped forward, and attacked him once more.

……

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm out of strength! Oh, damn it!" After deflecting the wooden sword that Maginus swung at him, old Velen raised his hand to stop the girl. "How do you have such stamina, kid?"

Two hours had passed since training began. Seeing how thin "Jimo" was, he thought Maginus would collapse from exhaustion first, but he didn't expect that it was his rotten bones that couldn't hold on first.

Pressing hard on her back, Maginos did not take advantage of the situation. Using her wooden sword to support her body, she gasped for breath. Waves of pain rippled through her body, but she felt a strange sense of relief.

The feeling of swinging the sword with all her might was exhilarating, and the physical pain relieved the mental anguish. Between breaths, she said, "Then tomorrow..."

"Just come at the same time. Judging from your situation, you should be able to have practical combat ability in about ten days."

The old man nodded to her, and at the same time, he sighed inwardly, thinking that this "kid" who came to him for training was indeed a fighting talent.

As a once-powerful thief who had the potential to reach the mid-level, he noticed that when Maginus was injured or about to strike him, a hint of excitement and savagery would unconsciously appear in his eyes.

But that's none of his business. He's just a guy who teaches for money, and the person in front of him is just a beggar, at least for now. Even if he becomes some kind of terrifying guy in the future, it's none of his concern.

Maginus tossed the wooden sword back to old Velen, then strode toward the courtyard, eagerly anticipating the battle to come.

Back in the big house, Maginus saw Jack and suddenly remembered that she wanted to gather information, so she went up to him and asked, "Jack, do you know where I can find information?"

Jack, who was planning to go on another nighttime outing with the others, thought for a moment and said, "Uh, I remember there's a pub in the slums where you can ask about some not-so-important things, but it depends on what you're looking for."

"For example, what has happened in the city recently?"

"You can ask at the tavern. It only costs one silver coin to hear the information, but be careful, it's all unimportant information."

"I know, thank you."

Maginus walked out with the thieves, subconsciously looking back at the big house, wondering if she should leave, but quickly dismissed the idea.

In the slums, a few silver coins could rent a house, but after so long, she understood why the thieves who got the money didn't want to rent houses. In this dangerous place, it was too dangerous for one person to live alone; it was better for everyone to squeeze together.

In this big house, at most you might get your money stolen, but elsewhere you might lose your life, not just your money.

Chapter 35 Want to Be a Berserker?

But if you want to continue living here, you'll have to steal something every three or four days to pay protection money to the Whitehands and Mallory. It's not a big deal; you can just fool them a little and don't need to take too much risks.

The girl was making plans on the way, but in reality, she was paying attention to her surroundings while her mind was on two separate things. Soon she arrived at a rather noisy tavern.

Butter Tavern.

Maginus stared curiously at the tilted signboard at the top of the tavern. This was her first time in such a place. She reached for the dagger at her waist, opened the flimsy wooden door, and went inside. As soon as she opened the door, a bottle was thrown at her.

With her dynamic vision intensifying instantly, Maginus observed the curve of the bottle in the air, slightly tilted her head, and dodged it. Her arrival did not attract much attention; those who saw her movement lowered their heads, having no intention of causing trouble.

First, she's too ugly; second, her movements just now were very agile, giving people a strong impression.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

After glancing at the dancers writhing on stage, the girl sat down at the bar and tapped the table. A scantily clad dancer quickly approached her, and as usual, after being startled by Maginus, she gave him a professional smile.

"What would you like to order, sir?"

"Recent intelligence from the capital doesn't need to be very secretive."

The dancer tossed a few silver coins onto the table, nestled them into her deep bosom, gave the young girl a flirtatious wink, and then called out to the down-on-his-luck man drinking at the bar, "Baron, someone needs information!"

The somewhat down-on-his-luck bearded man approached Maginus upon hearing this. After coughing a few times, he began to recount the recent events in the capital. His rhythmic and expressive tone made her realize that the man before her was actually a bard.

Unfortunately, it seems he hasn't learned to cast spells yet; he doesn't even know how to do magic tricks.

A large group of soldiers were currently surrounding the royal tombs... Nobles from various countries were holding banquet after banquet with local nobles... The remaining two members of the Imperius royal family reunited... If any intelligence report was given to the search team, the reporter would receive an extremely generous reward...

A cult appears to be attempting a bloody ritual amidst the chaos, but has been subdued... Civilians are going missing, apparently due to vampires... The McKay Grand Theatre is preparing for a new round of large-scale performances...

Amidst a mix of true and false information, Maginus didn't bother to distinguish between them, choosing instead to cram everything into her head first. However, upon hearing the very first sentence, her hand clenched into a fist.

"Hey, Barron, you said the royal family members have already regrouped? What kind of generous reward can you get for providing intelligence reports to the search team?"

As the bards drank and caught their breath, a fellow who had been eavesdropping nearby leaned over, his bright eyes suggesting he wanted to get involved.

The bard glanced sideways and fiddled with the lute in his arms: "If I were you, I wouldn't want to forge information. There was a guy who forged information and turned a blonde young lady into a stone statue, and then kicked him to pieces."

Blonde heiress...

Maginus's fingers twitched slightly, ignoring the guy who reluctantly moved away, his eyes somewhat bewildered.

After Susan betrayed her, she also harbored great suspicions about Inser, doubting that Inser truly loved her, but still held onto a sliver of hope that was utterly useless.

But she knew that it was impossible for her and Inser to be together. At least, Maginus couldn't get over it. Ebes must have been involved in killing her family and destroying her home, and Inser must have known about it.

Baron had fallen silent at some point. Maginus left the bar, silently praying for Walker, hoping he could avoid the dangers and that the siblings could safely leave this sorrowful city.

Five days later.

"Faster! Faster! Faster!"

As dusk fell, in the red world created by the setting sun, old Willen shouted at Maginus, his eyes gleaming with an excitement beyond his years.

Maginus's progress exceeded his expectations; in just five days, her offensive had surpassed that of everyone he had ever taught.

For some reason, the battle with her stirred a long-lost passion in the old man, and his excitement grew with time. Every time his fists and wooden dagger struck Maginus, he felt a surge of joy.

He might be witnessing the birth of a powerful figure, one who has been mentored by him.

Old Willen was thrilled at the thought of it.

The red-haired girl struggled to her feet, feeling the pain in her body. Her skeletal face had some abrasions and wounds, from which blood was slowly flowing, giving her a grotesque appearance.

Maginos felt that she liked this feeling.

Just like the first time, there was physical pain, the desperate calculation of how to dodge attacks, and the exhaustion from the battle...

These things allow her to temporarily forget many painful memories, stop overthinking, and stop feeling sorry for herself.

bang bang

With each strike of the wooden longsword, Maginus felt as if her body was about to fall apart from the force of her swings, yet she continued her attack as if she were trying to exhaust all her strength.

"Alright, Jimo, you can stop now."

After knocking the girl away again, old Velen, seeing someone approaching, took a breath and signaled Maginus to stop. The excited girl gritted her teeth, suppressed her fighting desire, forced herself to relax, and buried her head in the bucket of water beside her.

During the five days of fighting, Maginus lost control once. Even when old Velen told her to stop, she did not stop attacking. As a result, the frail old man grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up, and shoved her head into a bucket of water that had been prepared in advance.

The cool river water relaxed Maginus, and old Velen quickly released her neck, but she still held her breath for a while before tilting her head back when she was fully awake.

Looking at Maginus, whose skin had a sickly red hue, and as she lifted her head from the bucket, old Velen showed a somewhat surprised expression: "Are you really not going to become a berserker? I think you have a lot of potential."

The old man had mentioned this to the girl and intentionally or unintentionally revealed that he knew a berserker, but Maginus still chose to refuse.

She wanted to maintain her intelligence and rationality so that she could better help her brother.

"No need, berserker isn't for me."

Maginos refused the old man again and was about to return to the big house when she suddenly stopped and felt the ground shake.

It's an earthquake!

The girl had this thought first, then seemed to realize something and looked up at the location of the royal family's tomb. Unfortunately, the tremor quickly disappeared, and it seemed that it had not caused much of an impact.

Chapter 36 A Big Laugh

When the earthquake struck, everyone's attention turned to the vicinity of the cemetery, where elite troops were rapidly en route. Walker, residing in a mansion, frowned slightly and asked his attendant:

Ba Qiao Yi Qian Na Su Bao Mo Jun

“Your Highness, that shouldn’t be the case. What you plan to do is detonate negative energy, not cause an earthquake, and there is still a long time before the operation takes place.”

"That means their exploration failed; there really is something wrong beneath our cemetery..."

Walker inwardly grumbled that his ancestors hadn't passed down those things. He looked down at the army running past on the street, rubbed his fingers slightly, and finally decided to send a small team to see if there was any way for them to escape near the city gate.

After the squad was dispatched, Walker and the others immediately changed bases again. Unfortunately, they waited at the new base until dark, but the dispatched squad still did not receive any signal.

On the contrary, those who were guarding the former stronghold reported that a large number of soldiers stormed into the empty mansion.

It wasn't that easy as expected; we still had to proceed according to the original plan.

Walker's face was gloomy for his age. The old man reminded him, "Your Highness, our time may be running out. The number of usable outposts is decreasing, and those outposts can now only barely allow people to create barriers to resist prophetic spells."

One month, the one month agreed upon with Maginos, is the final deadline.

As time goes on, more and more strongholds will be discovered, and fewer and fewer strongholds will be available for Vokri to stay in. At the same time, the targeting of prophecy spells to him will also be strengthened.

This means that he can stay in the stronghold for four or five days now, then it will be three or four days, and the time will get shorter and shorter until he is completely discovered by the prophetic spellcaster.

Walker had to act before he got there, and if that didn't work... then all he could do was make sure Maggie survived.

……

"Inserluti, aren't you worried that your father will die down there?"

"It would be better if he died. I could easily become a new collaborator with the Kingdom of Nizmore. After all, this place is too far from them. But you, you insatiable wolf, I wonder what would happen to you if your prince died here?"

Near the royal tombs, Inser, Susan, and a large group of nobles and generals, who had felt the violent tremors, were gathered. Some were watching the situation inside with great concern, while others were indifferent.