The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

They can cut the client's fee in half and then list the case online.

In short, the rules are very comprehensive, and adventure groups like theirs, which tend to be on the side of good, are actually better suited to accepting missions at the mission office.

"Accept the mission here."

The mage, acting as the strategist, said that the others had no objections. They asked the receptionist for a list of commissions, and the receptionist reminded them, "This is just the beginning. There are only officially released types of commissions. Remember to select them carefully. If you fail to complete a task, your credibility will drop."

"Credibility?"

"Yes, your adventure team still needs to register at the office, and everyone's identity information also needs to be provided."

The receptionist patiently explained, and the adventure team soon accepted the mission and left. The woman took out a book from under the counter and flipped through it. The official who posted the job had said that when they weren't busy, the receptionists could do their own things behind the counter without having their wages deducted.

"Hello."

The woman put away her book and smiled again: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I checked, is this an official building? Can a dispatch office issue commissions?"

"sure……"

The Kingdom's branch offices developed at an extremely rapid pace, replacing the Adventurers' Guild, which had long been of little use in Dover.

The local adventurers' guild was not actually controlled by Maginus or the government before; it was mainly managed by the Thieves' Guild. However, as is well known, the Thieves' Guild was completely expelled from Dover a long time ago.

This is why the Adventurers' Guild gradually fell into disrepair. Then, due to Maginus's reforms, the city became more stable, and the guild became even less useful, unable to receive any decent quests.

The emergence of the dispatch offices now gives adventurers more opportunities and chances. There is plenty of information on missions and commissions, which greatly ensures that the intelligence is accurate. The commissioners and adventurers will not meet unless necessary, which ensures safety.

There are many benefits, but quite a few things have actually happened during this time. Maginos is currently reviewing the problems encountered by the dispatch office. As the queen, she will not try to solve them herself, but will only treat them as news or novels.

For example, one client was actually the murderer who killed her husband, and she wanted to use the "calling in adventurers to deal with the ghosts" incident to blame the adventurers for her husband's death.

The city guards who were eventually lured over were not so easily fooled. They quickly figured out what had happened, turned around and arrested the client, putting him in jail while still giving the adventurer the commission.

Some people, through commissions, unintentionally helped the city guards catch escaped criminals. Some of the situations were quite interesting, and Maginus could use them to relax in her spare time.

"Woo~."

Stretching, having finished her political affairs and with both of her avatars idle, Maginus slumped in her chair, beckoning Mira to sit in her lap and gently massaging the girl's belly to clear her mind.

"Your Majesty, why don't you take a break? You never seem to have a proper rest."

Even Mira, who is the head maid, has three days off a month, and she spends those days with Mia, during which no one will bother them.

On the contrary, Queen Magnis never had a proper holiday where she could do nothing. Her time was completely filled with cultivation and handling political affairs. She could only rest by eating and sleeping.

I'm not an ordinary person, I don't need to rest.

Maginos, who had intended to say this, didn't feel tired herself—body, soul, and will. But it was partly due to her beloved child's good intentions, and nothing major had happened recently, so she thought about it and decided...

Say.

"We'll see. Once Doflamingo is completely stable and you've all grown up, I can finally get some rest. It's not possible right now. If I disappear for a few days and something big happens, that would be terrible."

Maginos, who had endured many hardships, did not feel tired. Now, she felt much more relaxed than when she was young. The two last mountains weighing on her heart were the god of fear and the god of slaughter.

If she wants to become the goddess of death in this universe, she must eventually confront two evil gods, kill them all, and drive them out of this universe.

In reality, Maginus was not in a hurry. There were still seven or eight years before the cataclysmic disaster was about to strike, and the disaster would last at least one or two decades, and possibly even hundreds or thousands of years. The two gods would not be able to revive so quickly.

Burying his head in Mirafen's fragrant hair, he heard a knock on the study door. A maid outside reported important news: "Your Majesty, Lord Roland of the Church of the Sleeping Ones has come to see you."

"Oh, what a rare visitor."

Releasing Mira, Maginus straightened her clothes and sat up straight. Soon, Pastor Roland entered the room, keeping his head down and avoiding her eyes, and solemnly said:

"Your Majesty Imperius, great goddess of death, I have an urgent matter that requires your assistance."

Leaning forward, Roland, as a priest, would generally address her as "Your Majesty" when they met. Bringing the goddess along means that something truly important has happened.

It wasn't that he needed help, but rather that the Temple of Slumber requested her assistance.

"Sit down and let's talk slowly. What happened?"

The sleeping pastor sat down to drink some water and catch his breath. Just as he was about to explain his purpose, several more pastors arrived. The pastors of the Triune Church also seemed very anxious.

The good guys really came in droves; could they all be here for the same thing?

"Please come in, everyone. It might be related to your request for help."

The three entered the town and were slightly surprised to find Roland there as well. He was the first to explain the problem they had encountered, and the result was pretty much as Maginus had guessed: the four of them had come for the same reason.

Adjacent to Nessere is a very small country called Doria, roughly the size of a city plus several rural areas. It is a remote place with little profit to be made, and is often overlooked.

With the impending catastrophe looming, churches in various towns contacted the main temple daily. However, two days ago, the churches in this small country completely lost contact, at least four of them.

The main temple sensed something was wrong and immediately issued a summons to the churches closest to Doria, ordering them to investigate what had happened.

A day earlier, a small group of priests entered Doria, only to discover a horrifying truth. Feeling they couldn't handle the situation, they rushed back to report.

The rural areas along the Doria border were deserted, filled only with wandering corpses. The air was thick with residual negative energy, resembling a negative energy dimension or the kingdom of the slumbering gods.

Chapter 643 Dead Land

The church's forces dared not venture too far, for even ordinary animals there had turned into undead creatures. Any small teams that ventured too far would be spotted by the undead and forced to retreat.

No one knew what had happened inside the town. As a result, the bishops of the four churches in the neighboring kingdom of Doria all went to the country for help, but unfortunately no one was willing to send troops to investigate.

Hearing this, Maginus was actually quite embarrassed. Although these countries were selfish, they would normally send troops to investigate small towns that produced a large number of undead creatures.

The reason they aren't going now might be because Neserys frighten them, and they don't want to lose their troops.

“Alright, I’ll send troops to gather intelligence right away. In return, you all need to send priests and paladins to accompany the troops and teach our soldiers how to deal with undead creatures and how to prevent themselves from being corrupted by negative energy.”

Maginus readily agreed. The four church messengers felt a little embarrassed by the queen's almost unconditional help. Although they had also helped Nesery, as members of the good side, they felt they had taken advantage of her and the entire country of Nesery.

"Let's just talk about the matter at hand. There's an area near Nesser that's teeming with undead creatures, and I would find it troublesome too. Don't worry about it. Just in case, please start preparing. We'll set off in three days. Ask the general in charge for the detailed route."

As for the choice of general, Maginus stroked his chin and said that having a normal general lead the troops might lead to great losses because they wouldn't know how to fight undead creatures, and it would be a bit late to learn the relevant knowledge now.

Therefore, the person she should send should be someone who knows how to fight undead creatures, can remain calm in the face of monsters, and preferably also has spellcasting abilities.

“Primia still needs to manage the money, let Ron go. Tell Ron for me.”

After the four church messengers left, Maginus wrote a decree and handed it to Mira, who took it and nodded: "Yes."

The decree was quickly delivered to Ronfield. He showed no resistance to leading the army to Doria; on the contrary, he was very interested in leaving Dover and going on an adventure.

"Manda, predict for me what will happen /麇哟零)印R司五九咝九?"

He rubbed the fire fairy's cheek with his fingers. The tiny fairy traced a path in the air. A bright light flashed. Manda, with her eyes closed, frowned and cold sweat dripped down her face: "Hmm, it looks very dangerous. You'll probably be in many close calls."

"It's good that we can survive in the end. What about the army? No, never mind, I won't ask any more questions. You shouldn't look at it either. Knowing too much about prophecy will only make you act according to it."

Within two days, an army of a thousand men was assembled, along with many priests and paladins from Dover, and more clergy from towns along the way to Doria would join them.

Ronfield led them away from Dover, hurrying along for more than ten days to cross the border, break through the uncontrolled wilderness, and enter the territory of Doria.

After traveling a certain distance, Ronfield immediately sensed danger. He waved his hand and cast a spell, and the magic in the air gathered in his palm, materializing and emitting a negative energy aura full of malice.

The entire land seemed to be polluted, and even the most resilient weeds appeared sickly.

Ron summoned the Hawkeye team captain, who was actually a group of rangers. He instructed them to release their pets or fly out to gather intelligence. The entire army did not venture too deep and waited for news to arrive.

About an hour later, the pets returned, bringing back bad news.

Animals roam the plains, but their movements are stiff, their bodies are damaged in many places, and some are even able to move normally with their bones exposed. They don't look like normal animals at all.

Some of the pets spotted small villages shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see what was happening inside. The pets' keen senses warned them not to enter alone.

"Let's go and take a look at the village."

Camping in the wild is more dangerous, so Ron decided to set up a base in the village. Anyway, it's not far from Doria's capital, and he can get there soon. He'll send a stealth squad that can walk right under the noses of the undead to scout ahead.

As they advanced toward the village, the immense vitality immediately attracted fearless undead creatures. Most of them lacked intelligence and charged directly toward the group, arriving at different times due to the distance.

At first, the soldiers were a little nervous looking at the incredibly weak undead creatures. But after defeating them with weapons coated in salt and holy water, their fear gradually subsided. Their military experience also taught them to maintain the necessary vigilance.

As they advanced towards the village, a thick fog enveloped them, and the stench of decay permeated the air. Ronfield had no intention of sending anyone in to explore; it would be too dangerous.

Instead of sending a small team in, it's better to use a simpler method: first blow away the fog, then send in a large army to deal with any undead creatures that might be present.

The winds of the far north!

Ronfell's magical progress has been rapid in the years he's spent in Dover. He only needs another year or two to become a high-level spellcaster. After all, Rachel P. knows a lot of spells, and there are spellbooks left by Maginus in the library.

A strong wind blew, and the thick fog that clung to the village seemed reluctant to leave. After several rounds of strong winds, it was finally dispersed, and it will certainly take a considerable amount of time for it to regroup.

"All troops, charge! Follow me and kill!"

Drawing his magical longsword, which aided in spellcasting, Ron rode his Phantom Steed and charged towards the village. In reality, his true form was behind him; he used the illusion technique Permanent Illusion to create a fake body, while his real body was hidden behind him using invisibility.

Leading the army into the desolate village, gates were smashed open and cellars were pried open, exposing the undead creatures that had been hiding and putting them in direct confrontation with the army.

The zombies were just a few dozen or a hundred villagers, and the army dealt with them without lifting a finger. Ron and several officials sent by the temple looked very unhappy.

"Everyone should take a few corpses to examine, and then we can gather the information."

Ron, now wearing white gloves, signaled to the priest and druid to take the body away so they could analyze it from various perspectives of different professions and figure out how the territory of Doria had suddenly become like this.

If it were a plague, it shouldn't be like that. The army and the church corps that entered earlier must have noticed or been infected. It's not like they couldn't find anything.

Chapter 644 The entire region is dead

Wearing white gloves, Ron easily dissected the zombie's corpse with an enchanted dagger, calculated the concentration of negative energy in its body, and used this to eliminate interference factors and deduce that the time of death should be eighteen days ago.

Two days before the church members went to see His Majesty, the farmer had already died. As for the cause of death, apart from the marks left by the soldiers, there were no obvious internal or external injuries. It didn't seem like he died from severe injuries, but rather that he lost his life force in an instant, as if his life force had been... stolen away.

"Tsk, let's just use magic."

Taking a few steps back, Ron waved his hands to use the Communion of the Dead technique, summoning the remaining soul energy and fragments within the zombie's body. Its facial features immediately emitted light, and its body flew upwards.

Based on its current spiritual light, only three questions could be asked. Ron pondered for a moment and cautiously asked, "As a living person, what did you see in the moment before you died?"

The zombie's body trembled incessantly, uttering incoherent words that could not form sentences: "Sky...black light...writing...cold..."

Black light and writing appeared in the sky, giving the farmer a chilling feeling.

Ron looked up instinctively. The sky was perfectly normal; he could even see the stars and the moon.

"As a living person, did anything significant happen in the days before your death?"

If you stretch the timeline, Ron believes there should be warning signs; it's impossible for a sudden burst of black light to take everyone away.

"Royal city...loud noise...black mist...screeching...chilling cold..."

A loud noise came from the capital city of Doria. The farmers probably saw black mist rising, followed by a terrifying howl, and then a chilling feeling.

With one last question remaining, Ron paused again: "Did anything major happen or happen a month ago?"

The farmer's corpse trembled incessantly, digging into the deepest memories of his mind, and finally slowly uttered: "Royal city... earthquake... digging... grave... mage... lifespan."

The last words were drawn out, the light in his eyes disappeared, and the relatively intact corpse fell back down. Ron pondered the corpse's last words and rearranged the words.

An earthquake struck the capital, and tombs were discovered. It turned out that the sorcerer—no, the sorcerer's tomb—felt that there was something related to longevity inside, so he began to excavate.

This matter seems to have spread widely; even farmers know about it.

Ron took out the intelligence prepared by the intelligence team and found the section on King Doria. He was already seventy years old this year and his health was very poor. Due to the weakness of the country, he had no chance to obtain longevity items. After all, he was more like a lord than a king.

As for the earthquake, the intelligence department did not collect any information about it. The earthquake was normal at least within Dovre for a month, and the tremors were probably only felt on the edge of Doria. It was estimated that it was not a natural event.

That's all the intelligence we have. The rest is just speculation. Ron waited for the others to work with him to decipher it. Soon, the church members and druids finished studying the corpse and started organizing the intelligence.

Some people investigated the adventurers, while others investigated the man who looked like the village chief. Through the information gathered, everyone gradually understood the general situation.

During this month, Doria was first hit by torrential rain, followed by a violent earthquake that created a tomb that looked like it belonged to a mage.

In an attempt to prolong his life, King Doria sent men to dig up his grave, but they unearthed something terrifying, the true nature of which remains unknown.

That was the cause of everything. The day before the national disaster, the capital was shrouded in black mist. The next day, the entire Doria was enveloped by a giant transmutation circle from the sky. Then everyone's life force was drained, and they became undead.

Furthermore, the absence of any undead indicates that the undead have also been removed.

To be honest, this move feels quite familiar. His Majesty Imperius used a similar transmutation array when he created the Blood Lake, didn't he?

Ron had a strange expression but didn't say anything. Others thought of Blood Lake and had the same expression.

"The question now is, how exactly was such a massive transmutation array completed?"

Some pessimistic priests of the Temple of Sleep uttered a terrifying statement: "It's understandable that they are weak, but if they are of legendary strength, since they buried their graves or sleeping locations in Doria, they must have left magic circles on this land long ago."

"Once awakened, the magic circle will be activated with just a flick of a finger, absorbing life force and such."

"Dude, can you stop jinxing me?"

The paladin patted the priest on the shoulder, and Ron created an arcane eye, which the ranger's pet carried into the air. Through the arcane eye, he observed the land of Doria, and with a mage's intuition, he drew chaotic lines through magical fluctuations, which gradually became orderly.