A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

But Norsen Carmen understood that this was the reality.

He and Troon, with their massive size, almost killed Bray—

If it weren't for Dorothea suddenly appearing...

Almost killing is the same as not killing; this time, there is no doubt that He and Troon have stumbled.

Perhaps they should have been more cautious and informed Umm Kandar.

Regardless, they had acted rashly and impulsively.

As for the cost, Troon has already paid it, and the cost has been quite severe.

As Norsenkamen surfaced, feeling the cold blood falling from Tron, his heart sank.

Having survived a near-death experience, Norsen Carmen understood even more the meaning of the phrase "times have changed."

As numerous as ants, it is inevitable that a few outliers will emerge from among the lower species.

This miracle may be the "inevitability" brought about by sheer numbers.

The once fiery and untamed Norsen Carmen now resembles a surging tide of sarcasm.

"Splash!" Norsen Carmen stirred the sea with a slight movement of his body.

Did it fail...? But even so, the foundation laid here by the "Alliance of the Gods" will not be destroyed.

Then so be it, failure is fine.

Meanwhile, Dorothea turned her attention to Norsencarmen.

Norsen Carmen seemed to sense Dorothea's murderous intent as well, and stared back without flinching.

However, Norsen Carmen did not exude any killing intent, nor even any fighting spirit.

It was as if he had completely given up the desire to fight Dorothea.

“The one who holds the vows…the one who holds the vows favored by the world?” Norsen Carmen spoke in the Common Language.

He deliberately spoke in a language that Dorothea and Bray could understand.

“So that’s what Umm Kandar meant when he said ‘Those who uphold the precepts will not die easily’? So that’s what it meant literally.” Norsenkamen spoke slowly, but with a strong sense of pressure.

“I have come to understand once again what a Ring-Bearer truly is.” Norsen Carmen had fought in Bray before, but this time he could better understand the extent to which Ring-Bearers were “favored.”

It's truly unbelievable that even when someone is on the verge of death, they miraculously receive a helping hand.

However... although those who uphold the precepts are favored, it is as a form of restraint.

When the need for those who uphold the precepts ends, they will naturally lose this "favor".

The will of the world is indifferent to human feelings; in a sense, when those who uphold the precepts rush into action, it is merely a tool for self-protection.

As long as the Silver Seed does not cross the bottom line, the world's will will not interfere with its development.

Ultimately, the reason why the Silver Race is restricted is because they have the potential to break through the walls, which has already caused the world's order to collapse.

Umm Kandar has not crossed any lines yet, and is even maintaining its precarious world wall.

Given enough time, Kapras will naturally assume that the new ruler is their Silver race.

Just be patient.

He did not intend to engage in a pointless struggle with the two men who held the precepts, and prepared to leave.

In the open sea, if Norsenkamen wanted to escape, Dorothea and Bray would have no chance of catching him.

If He wanted to escape.

In fact, Troon could have escaped, but he was blinded by rage and gave up his last chance to save his life.

Having never experienced the "threat" that exists among lower species, one is bound to be careless.

Norsen Carmen could only lament that he had lost another compatriot.

Aside from dragons and giants, the Silver race are mostly individuals, making it rare for Norsen Carmen to find someone of a similar type.

I never imagined that today would be the last time we would meet.

“However… this is also a curse.” He said slowly, sinking little by little.

"Struggle hard..."

The echoes of Norsen Carmen’s almost mocking words reverberated across the sea, but Norsen Carmen’s figure could no longer be found.

Dorothea, who had originally planned to pull out a new weapon, had to give up.

She also had no way to hunt down the demigod who relied on the sea.

Dorothea's attire returned to its original state the instant the battle ended, prompting Bray to silently complain in his heart once again.

That's great, one set of clothes can be worn as many outfits.

“He tells you to struggle,” Dorothea said without changing her expression.

Norsen Carmen's words were truly sarcastic, and I imagine every person who observes the precepts would find them very unpleasant to hear.

Those who uphold the precepts know that their status means a curse... and that this status cannot be refused.

“I heard him, but are you sure he was only talking about me?” Bray said in a nonchalant tone.

Dorothea ignored Bray and glanced down at the coastline that had been ravaged to the point of being nothing but ruins.

If there were a dock here, it would probably have been razed to the ground long ago.

"Now that one is dead and another has escaped, there's nothing more for us to do," Dorothea muttered to herself, then squatted down and patted the dragon's head.

"Also... I noticed you suddenly thought of something and wanted to talk to you about it."

Since chatting in mid-air seemed a bit off, Dorothea decided to find a less chaotic place to land.

"Oh," Bray mumbled a reply, glancing in the direction where the elves had been blown away.

“The elves in the safe zone didn’t die,” Dorothea suddenly said to Bray.

“I’m not worried.” Bray shook his head.

"I just have some odds and ends left in that safe zone. I'll go back and get them before we talk."

With his sword and pouch on his person, Bray carried most of his important belongings with him at all times.

However, he still left some of his sleeping belongings with his landlord.

“…” Dorothea glanced at Bray, sensing that he probably still had something to say.

"Why don't you airdrop me in?" Bray suggested.

It wasn't because it would be more convenient; he was simply afraid of being beaten up on the street.

"What do you mean? If it doesn't work out, I'll just leave by myself."

Without saying a word, Dorothea decisively ordered the dragon to fly towards the nearest safe zone.

“You’re such a nuisance,” she added before leaving. Bray calmly walked out of the small village, then walked a short distance until he found the conspicuous wyvern.

Beside the dragon was Dorothea, who was stroking her mount's head.

The dragon, which practically had the words "dangerous creature" plastered on its face, was unusually docile under Dorothea's hands.

He even seems a bit like a simp.

“You look disheveled,” Dorothea remarked casually, glancing at Bray.

Bray's clothes were a little dirty at this point, but it wasn't because of the previous battle.

It felt more like someone had thrown something at me.

"Oh...you mean this?" Bray glanced down at his clothes, looking completely indifferent.

"I got eggs thrown at me."

“Eggs are supposed to be precious, how could they be so willing to throw them away?” Bray complained.

Compared to their own experiences, complaining is clearly more important.

"What are your thoughts?" Dorothea asked.

"What could I possibly think..." Bray looked at the elven queen in front of him with some doubt.

After being airdropped into the safe zone, Bray was unfortunately discovered by the elves.

These guys got back to the village earlier than Bray. Well, given the situation, they really didn't know where else to go but back to the safe zone.

The villagers didn't know that Troon had been killed by Dorothea, but they saw Bray attack Troon.

They got angry, and most of them cursed Bray and threw things at him.

Even for agile creatures like Bray, hiding is tiring, so after hiding for a while, he stopped dodging altogether.

Bray let these guys throw things at him; there wasn't much dirt on him anyway.

Can anything be dirtier than crawling and rolling around on the ground?

The reason the villagers were so angry with Bray wasn't because they cared so much about Troon.

Their concern was that Troon might transfer all his dissatisfaction with Bray onto the village.

The offerings failed to be presented successfully, and some ignorant people attacked the gods; it was truly the worst day ever.

They may not have enough food this year, and they might even be attacked by Troon.

They thought the whole world was doomed.

Their long-term dependence on Tron has made it impossible for these elves to live normally after leaving Him.

It's not only too dangerous to start fishing for yourself now, but it's also too late.

Troon is a "god," and Troon is their "backer."

Instead of protecting the elves, Bray was harming their interests.

If Georgia hadn't secretly helped Bray, he might still be stuck in the road and unable to leave the safe zone.

Of course, the premise for not being able to get out is that violence is not used.

"No thoughts at all?"

"Never mind, it's you after all." Dorothea had traveled with Bray during the Second Era and knew that this guy was a bit abnormal.

"The situation in this village is a reflection of the entire Northern Continent," she said with emotion, gazing at the outline of the village not far away.

This reliance on silver seeds is not limited to this village, nor is it limited to coastal areas.

This is true for most inhabited areas of the Northern Continent.

“Those elves must have been surprised that you are human,” Dorothea said.

“It seems there is indeed that reaction.” Bray looked up, trying hard to recall the past few days, and found that Dorothea seemed to be right.

"According to the Silver Race, it seems to be because humans don't taste good."

"..." Bray was shocked.

"Humans don't taste good, but are elves?" he said helplessly.

“Being praised as delicious by a Silver Being is not something to be happy about,” Dorothea shrugged.

"It's more like it's disgusting."

"Yes, I understand." Bray nodded, indicating that he would feel nauseous if someone told him it tasted good.

"By the way, why did this place become like this?" he asked a question he really wanted to know the answer to.

Judging from the previous battles, Dorothea's combat power is still off the charts, and dealing with a small number of Silver-ranked enemies should not be a problem.

However, the current situation in the Northern Continent seems to be much worse than that in the Central Continent.

“Because it has taken too long,” Dorothea said.

As she spoke, her eyes narrowed unconsciously, as if she were a little displeased.

"There is so little that one person can do."

"I heard you've killed quite a few silver-grade monsters, so I think you should have a very direct understanding of that."

"Hmm..." Bray pondered for a moment, then nodded helplessly.

He had to admit that Dorothea was right; there was very little one person could do.