The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

"Who are the nobles in your territory?" Kshia couldn't help but ask.

The rescued half-elf youth's expression changed slightly, realizing that the count in the territory was probably in cahoots with the slave organization: "It's the half-elf count..."

In the Kingdom of Julan, racial issues are not serious. Humans buy and sell other humans, so half-elves can naturally buy and sell other half-elves as well. It is estimated that this count treats all commoners equally, since they are all his property anyway.

"These guys are incredibly audacious!"

They actually did this while His Majesty the King was exhausted!

Brian stood up, displaying unusual anger. In fact, he had almost been kidnapped when he was young. If it weren't for his chivalrous master saving him, he would probably be a slave and plaything of other foreigners by now.

The young man explained in great order what had happened during the time he and his brother were captured and taken to the border city.

From his words, we can learn that the entire "slave trafficking industry chain" could not have been completed in the last two years. It is likely that the nobles started exchanging people for money four or five years ago.

Such a thing happening in his own country! Driven by passion and a moment of madness, Blake asked the half-elf brothers where the slave organization's stronghold was, hoping to rescue the other kidnapped slaves.

However, the current situation did not allow him to do so. Seeing the princess standing there in a daze, he was immediately given a cold shower. Moreover, besides the princess, there was also Miss Maginus, whose opinion was the most important in the team.

Let Neko prepare a room for the two exhausted half-elves who had just escaped, and let them rest. Maginus turned to look at Kercia, who had her eyes closed:

"So what do you plan to do, my ally, Kercia Emma?"

Once again referring to the half-elf princess as an ally, Kxia opened her eyes, her mind made up, and rose to meet her gaze:

“Miss Maginus, please help me destroy the slave organization’s stronghold here. Everything is negotiable. I don’t want to leave any regrets, and I don’t want to watch someone die. You can name any conditions.”

"Alright, consider it a favor you owe me. Swear to the Endless Light and the Creator of the Elves that you will have to repay it no matter what."

Maginus didn't need to haggle from the beginning; she readily agreed to Kercia's request without refusing.

Seeing her so readily agree, the half-elf princess, who had expected Maginus to make many demands, stood there stunned. She then raised her hands and swore to the two powerful gods that she would definitely repay this kindness in the future.

"Master, are we really going to destroy the slave organization? Oh, I'm quite excited myself, but the priority right now is to get on the road, right? The Kingdom of Julan is still very dangerous."

Maginus, who did not interfere with Kercia's choice, let her talk to the two half-elves and figure out a solution on her own. The girl herself was too lazy to use her brain; she had many other things to think about.

Upon learning the result, Neko was very curious. She herself was certainly happy to destroy the slave organization, but she was still puzzled as to why Maginus would do such a thing, since her master had always been an extremely calm person in her heart.

"There are many reasons..."

Maginus raised his hand and kneaded the raised skin of the girl in his arms, the expressions of Brian and Kercia, the two passionate young men and women, flashing through his mind:

"The most important reason is to use them as anchors to remind myself that even if I become a tyrant, I still need to have some conscience."

It is precisely because I am no longer kind that I admire kindness even more, and I will try my best to help as long as it doesn't go against me.

Maginus is currently in a very complicated situation, but in any case, he won't suffer too much loss in terms of interests.

Chapter 371 Putting the Bet

Having decided on their next move, the four of them temporarily abandoned any intention of leaving and instead went into hiding to investigate the slave trading organizations within the city.

Maginus didn't interfere, and it was time for Neko and the other two to experience more things. As a mage, Kxia was definitely a very intelligent type; at most, her mindset hadn't yet turned into that of a schemer.

As for the two half-elves who were rescued, Kercia gave them some money and told them to run away overnight. After examining the two, Maginus decided not to give them his specially made statue.

Without deep-seated hatred and unparalleled ambition, even if they desire to improve their strength, their progress will not be too fast. Pressure is the driving force, so it's better to choose other people. After all, they can choose the right people when destroying the slave organization.

Then she began making the statue. Maginos planned to give the statue to anyone she found agreeable on her journey, and then leave the rest to her.

As long as enough statues are scattered, some sects will eventually be established, that's for sure, even if someone dies along the way.

As her faith power gradually increases, she will be able to use the connection of faith to give those fanatical believers some feedback and make them a little stronger.

Taking the Geese Yankee Silver Sword from her dimensional bag, and listening to the sounds of battle inside, Maginus used the sword's force field to imbue the statue with an indestructible spiritual energy field.

I don't know if this will help strengthen our connection in the future, but I'll give it a try.

And the two guests inside...

Maginus narrowed her eyes and made contact with the two monstrous forms: "Speaking of which, aren't you two planning to drag me in?"

Almost two years have passed since they obtained the silver sword. Logically, they should be able to pull in another soul to try and break the deadlock, just like when they first obtained the silver sword.

But they didn't try to summon other souls, and we don't know what they were thinking.

Oh, he and I have reached an agreement. We've decided to accompany Miss Maginus through more experiences, and if you ever become a legend or even reach a higher level, I sincerely ask you for a wish.

"Shall I resurrect you?"

Maginus immediately understood what the two were thinking. In fact, it would be best to stay alive if possible. As the girl's strength increased, the Gith Yankees and the Mind Flayer reached a consensus.

If Maginus becomes a legend or even a "god," could she help herself and her companion be resurrected, or even become legends herself?

The Mind Flayer was the first to come up with this idea, and after talking to the Gith Yankees, it was clear that it was interested, otherwise it wouldn't have remained inactive for so long.

It's unclear why, but the Gith Yankees don't have any legendary figures. This is quite strange. The Mind Flayers have captured Gith Yankees for research, and through their studies, they've basically determined that these inferior slave races could potentially produce legendary professionals.

But there isn't one; the only legend of the entire race is their queen.

There were enough puzzling points, but the mind flayers didn't care too much. They were happy that the slave race couldn't produce any legends.

The Yankee warriors within the Silver Sword were persuaded by the Mind Flayer's nemesis for the same reason: by following Maginus, as long as she lived, they would one day rise to prominence and perhaps even become legends among their race.

"Really? That's great. It seems you've all placed your bets."

That's right, but we still have to fight, just in case we can win.

Upon learning of their thoughts, Maginus stroked his chin, realizing that he would indeed need the Githyanki and Mind Flayers if he were to establish a kingdom in the future.

Mind Flayers can act as strategists and interrogators; it's likely that this brain-eating creature really enjoys the pungent, erotic brains of prisoners filled with all sorts of thoughts.

The Gith Yankees can serve as generals to help train the army. She doesn't care about faction issues; anyone can be her tool. She accepts anyone as long as her subordinates don't fight each other.

There's no need to overthink the issue of loyalty; once I resurrect them, it will definitely be because they feel they can't defeat me by any means.

"...I promise, although it's only a verbal promise. But as long as you don't cause trouble, I will definitely do what I can."

Maginus responded by agreeing to the Mind Flayer and the Gith Yankees' proposal.

Hehe, then, how about a pleasant collaboration, Miss Maginos?

This is it? They actually sent me, an outsider, to explore the area, while they themselves just wanted to stay safe outside.

On the other side, Neko quietly lay on the roof of the building, watching an ordinary warehouse. Her pupils flashed with a faint electric light in the night, forcing her to squint slightly.

As an assassin, no one was more suited to scout ahead than her, while Kercia and her servant Brian were ready to provide backup.

Quietly complaining that the two had left her with all the dirty and tiring work, the cat girl, who was actually quite excited, moved silently through the night, her limbs touching the roof as she jumped and landed. Even when the guards looked up, they could only see a dark shadow flash by.

Approaching the unremarkable warehouse, she lightly touched the bone scimitar with both hands, and an imperceptible current surged outwards. She could close her eyes and use her psychic energy to sense the situation, marking blue dots from near to far in her mind.

The marked entities are individual life forms. Following Maginus's method of using life force to detect them, Neko tried to lock onto the enemy using her own electric current, a technique she had only recently mastered.

It can't cover as much area as Maginus, and it can't constantly monitor the situation.

Waves of electricity surged through him, and he could see the blue light spots in his mind moving in slices, confirming that everyone was in his blind spot. With electricity flashing across his body, he climbed up the outer wall of the warehouse at top speed and flipped over to enter the open window on the top floor.

This warehouse doesn't have a second floor; the windows are just on the top floor, probably to prevent escape.

There were no guards inside, and the guards were much smaller than those at Red Sparrow City, as if they didn't think anyone could escape silently through this window.

A large number of iron cages were crammed together, mostly containing half-elves or humans, and all of them, regardless of gender, had beautiful faces, clearly the type that would be popular with the public.

There were no magical contracts or slave marks, so they probably never even considered that someone would come to rescue these slaves.

Judging from the organization's actions, most of the people who were imprisoned were in a state of having no relatives or friends, or at least the kind of people who would disappear for several years without anyone caring.

The real challenge is how to get them out of the organization while ensuring their safe return to their hometowns.

Border cities would certainly be unwilling to take in so many people; simply offering money would be feasible, but it's unclear whether Kshia has that much money.

Or does that princess just want to rescue them and then abandon them?

Neko started thinking, but not wanting to use her brain much, she decided to leave all these problems to Kishia. She got involved simply to train herself and to take action against the slave organization.

After checking the situation inside the warehouse, Nei Ke carefully jumped out of the window and moved to the vicinity of another warehouse. The two-story warehouse had candlelight coming out of the room windows, and some whispers could be heard coming from inside.

Because the two warehouses were very close together, with only a small gap between them, the soft and boneless Nei Ke was able to squeeze her body into the gap and listen carefully to the voices coming from the room with light without being detected.

Gradually, a cunning glint appeared in the cat's eyes; she realized she had some good news.

Chapter 372 Provoking War

On a peaceful day, a large number of large horse-drawn carriages covered with black cloth were pulled away from the border city by pack animals. When the caravan carrying goods arrived at the city gate, the merchants smiled and went to the soldiers to talk to the familiar captain, while stuffing bulging bags into his hands.

Crackle, crash...

The crisp collision brought a smile to the soldier's face. He loudly called to his men, who were about to go up to check, to release the curtain and let the carriage go.

A caravan of about forty guards and a dozen or so ordinary people pulled six horse-drawn carriages away from the last border city and gradually headed toward the buffer plain that was not enclosed by any country.

Once the city in the distance was completely out of sight, the once peaceful carriage suddenly erupted into chaos, with voices screaming, "Where are you taking us?! Let us out!"

"Don't make any noise!"

Having confirmed they had left the city, the impatient guards stopped pretending and revealed their despicable nature as slave traders. They lifted the black cloth, looked at the slaves who had just woken from their coma, and raised the blunt end of their spears to stab them.

The slave who had been struck in the chest clutched his wound and was unable to speak due to the pain. Seeing his miserable state, the others shrank back and dared not resist any further, fearing that they might anger the slave traders and be dragged out as an example to deter others.

"Haha, if all these people are sold, it'll probably be a huge sum of money!"

"Sigh, we're just employees; the big cut goes to the higher-ups."

"Hey bro, if you ask me, why don't we... Ouch!"

The sound of a slap rang out as the leader of the slave traders raised a finger to warn his second-in-command, "Don't even think about it. Do you know who our superiors are? Even if we run off with the money to other countries, they'll find us!"

"That's not what I meant. I meant, how about we..."

The voices lowered, and the two seemed to be scheming to gain more of their own benefits. The people in the iron cage didn't care about this; they only cared about whether they could escape.

About two hours later, the slave traders came to a more conspicuous hillside to wait for the buyers to appear. About an hour later, dozens of people who were not carrying anything slowly walked over. When the leader saw this, he raised his hand and waved it vigorously, signaling them to come over quickly.

A group of equally menacing-looking people arrived, and a slave trader from some unknown country glanced at the carriage:

"I need to check the unloading situation."

"Feel free to look around, but remember to pay. This time, everything is top-quality."

Despite having traded many times already, the slave traders from Julan Kingdom remained vigilant. Pulling back the curtain to reveal the slaves huddled together inside, the dazzling sunlight causing them to instinctively shield their eyes.

Looking at the assembled slave traders, their already sallow faces turned even paler, realizing that they would probably have to leave their homeland forever and go to an unknown country to become slaves.

"Um……"

The slave traders scanned the goods one by one with a satisfied expression. However, just as the leader of the buyers turned his head to look at the goods, a mysterious cloud of mist began to gather.

Why is it foggy all around?

Realizing something was wrong, the ranger shouted, "Watch out! Something's wrong!"

Just as the fog thickened, an arrow shot from the forest toward the chief’s back. He reacted swiftly, turning around and snapping the longsword in two, but all he heard was a scream and the sound of blades clashing.

"Aaaaaah!" "They're trying to double-cross us! Fight back! Fight back now!"

The fragile balance maintained by the tense slave traders was instantly shattered. Despite having cooperated many times before, they knew all too well that the other side was unreliable.

Even though they suspected who might be causing trouble, neither leader made any attempt to stop the fight.

Once suspicions erupt and war is ignited, it's impossible to stop. They don't want to sit idly by and watch their men be killed by others.

"Damn"

The slave trader leader of the Kingdom of Julan charged through the blinding white mist with his sword drawn. Upon seeing the enemy, he immediately launched an attack, and screams of agony filled the air.

"They started fighting!!"

Kercia was quite excited, and disregarding any semblance of princess decorum, she vigorously clenched her fists, very satisfied with her plan. Neko, on the other hand, turned to Maginus, who was still carving the statue even though he was there to supervise, to show off his success:

"Master, I'm amazing, right? Meow~ It took me a lot of effort to gather intelligence."

The girl didn't speak. Only after she had completely finished carving the statue and put it back into her dimensional bag did she look inside and vigorously ruffle her hair and fluffy ears.

"Very capable, growing rapidly, quite a good assassin."

The fog dissipated after two minutes, leaving behind a scene of corpses. Both sides turned red with rage upon seeing this, for these were their brothers who had once shared life and death with them.

"Kill them!" *2

Both leaders spoke decisively, no longer caring whether there were ambushes or not, and launched an attack driven by killing intent.

Maginus did not influence them with the Killing Aura; it was entirely their own initiative. This just goes to show how dark deals work: once a problem arises, both sides will immediately fall into a state of distrust and then start fighting.

The battle lasted for about twenty minutes, with both sides suffering heavy casualties. The two leaders and a few professionals were panting and dared not move rashly, but they also showed no intention of retreating, as they were all afraid that the other side would attack again.

"Are your people planning to attack us?"