The King of Elden does not die alone!

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Why do I always feel that Greg is impatient?

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The girl jumped down from the tombstone.

Looked around.

Mia didn't know how long these people had been following Greg, but she thought it must be a very long time.

Their loyalty is enough to put all the Earthlings to shame.

"Warriors," Mia said.

Then she got stuck.

If there was ever a need to say something like 'I'll take you home', Greg would have undoubtedly said it many, many times.

Repeating the same speech as Greg's would probably not have the effect of boosting morale.

After all, this pie has been drawn for who knows how many years since Greg proclaimed himself the Golden King.

It depends on how much we get. We need to give some tangible gains.

Mia paused.

Then, in full view of everyone, he pulled out the Holy Grail Dettol bottle and took a sip.

Next.

This is the moment to witness a miracle!

Yes, for these soldiers exiled to the borderlands.

The illusion of a huge golden tree appearing in mid-air is a true miracle.

Mia was like a sacrifice to some god, performing miracles in front of everyone.

She told everyone that the golden tree was with them.

The blessing of the golden tree will lead them back home, back to their distant homeland.

After all.

Among the soldiers and knights who are following Greg now, how many still remember the scene when they fled the royal city?

Perhaps, there are only a few people left who even remember that Greg was humiliated by Marennia?

But this is the heritage.

The word "home" is the heritage of this army for countless years and generations. It is the vision of this army, including the people it serves.

They may have never seen what the Royal City looks like, but the Royal City is their spiritual home, a ray of spiritual sustenance in this hopeless world.

As everyone gazed at the emblem of the golden tree, feeling the warm light of blessing, Mia said nothing.

Mia gives everyone time to accept her and accept the future.

When half a moment had passed.

Greg suddenly shouted loudly: "Today is the day we break free from our fate!"

"So, have a party!"

Chapter 6. Another Demigod of Stonewell

Good! Let’s continue tomorrow!

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Waking up from her bed, Mia took a few seconds to remember where she was.

This is the bed in Greg's palace.

Mia is still a little confused.

It seemed like I had a nightmare last night.

In the banquet hall where various limbs were hung from the ceiling as decoration, they enjoyed various meats - venison, pork, mutton, fish, etc. Without exception, all of them were unpalatable to Mia's Earthling taste buds.

The maid who poured the wine was neither an elegant palace maid nor a scantily dressed girl.

Instead, they are limb-jointed nobles with limbs as densely packed as a centipede.

And Greg's singing voice is so creepy.

When Mia sat up, she felt her mind was in a mess.

In addition to the vague memories, there is also this uncomfortable bed.

There are fewer servants in Greg's palace than there are ravens in it.

Ninety-five percent of the rooms were vacant, and cobwebs and dust covered them with a thick camouflage.

Just walking a few steps in it can cause people to choke and cough.

Even among the few rooms that are still in use and maintained, the furniture inside seems to be very proud, openly showing the traces of time to the guests.

Including this bed.

There must be some dust on the old bed that hadn't been shaken off. After sleeping on it for a night, Mia felt uncomfortable all over.

Mia yawned.

I saw that the people around me had disappeared.

"Melina?" she tried calling out.

I have become someone who feels insecure without Melina around.

"here I am."

"Didn't you sleep well?" Mia asked.

"If you mean you kicked the quilt at night, then I really didn't sleep well..."

"Hey, you know that's not what I'm talking about!" Mia blushed and shouted in embarrassment.

Melina's lips curled up into a smile inadvertently.

Before Mia could see clearly, Melina disappeared.

He sat on the not-so-comfortable bed and sighed, feeling sorry for himself.

It always feels like sleeping in the wild.

However, the little quarrel with Melina made Mia feel a little more sober.

He took out a bottle of water from the storage space, took a sip, and then got out of bed.

After I sobered up a little, I realized that yesterday's 'banquet' was not a nightmare.

Years of war have brought productivity in the people's livelihood sector back to the tribal era, and there is not a single chef in the entire Stonewell who can cook good dishes.

There are quite a few blacksmiths.

Most of the recipes have been lost.

But when Mia saw the simple and crude barbecue being served, with almost no seasoning or processing, she realized it was too late.

Oh, and yes, there’s also a stew that tastes just as indescribable.

This reminded Mia of the smelly meat jerky in Curry.

The wine brewed from various wild fruits, with simple process and strange taste, is also a destroyer of taste buds.

Looking at the various limbs hanging from the ceiling of the banquet hall, Mia even doubted what kind of meat she was eating.

The Golden Tree People of this era seem to eat very little.

This banquet, which was announced to the whole city, was probably the only thing some people ate for a week.

And because of the supplies required for the banquet, it is likely that more people will not have food to eat for a week.

The land outside the city was so barren that it was impossible to grow any food. The harvest was barely enough to support the villages of the Faded People born in the border areas to barely survive.

Not to mention supplying cities without arable land.

Greg once tried to rely on hunting to obtain food, but the huge population in the city made it inevitable to overfish.

It took several decades for the ecology of Storm Hill to recover. During that time, a large number of people lost their minds because they could not endure eternal life of hunger. Fortunately, Greg finally found a delicate balance between keeping people sane and keeping nature at bay.

Walking through the poorly maintained dim corridor, Mia saw a shadow on the wall.

The girl's footsteps startled the limb-jointed noble who was wiping the lampstand.

"Ah, Your Majesty, you're awake." The spider-like body of the limb-jointed noble grasped the protrusions on the wall, turned around, and crawled in front of Mia.

Mia remembered her face. She was a pretty white-haired girl. Unlike most of the residents in the border area, this limb-transplanted noble had no signs of dryness or aging on her face.

Yes, and her big heart.

Although the limb-transplanted noble only has the upper body above the abdomen that looks like a human.

But this posture makes Mia feel her beauty even more.

And...well, at least from Mia's point of view, a limb-attached noble who can get along well is pretty cool.

Last night, she used her countless arms to serve plates and pour wine for the nobles and knights sitting at the long table.

"Your name is...um...Gray what?" Mia couldn't quite remember the name of the girl in front of her.

"Grelia, Lord Greg gave me this name." said the limb-replacement girl.

"Thank you for remembering me, Your Majesty." Gloria lowered her body slightly as a gesture of salute.

"Your Majesty?" Mia was a little confused.

"Lord Greg would like us to call you that."

"Where's Greg?"

Mia asked back.

"Still in the ballroom."

"Oh," Mia nodded.

Then walk forward along the corridor.

Gloria looked at Mia's back with some confusion.

She still remembered that it was she who took the Majesty to the bedroom last night.

Did she remember this road after just walking on it once?

He is indeed the demigod blessed by the golden tree.

When Mia's back disappeared around the corner, Gloria sighed in her heart, then climbed up the wall again and lit the candlestick.

The dim corridor finally became a little brighter.

Next, she will go to wipe the next candlestick.

However, not long after.

Mia reappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Um...um," Mia touched her nose awkwardly, "Can you take me to the banquet hall?"

"Eh?"

-

Walk through the palace's intricate corridors.

Outside the Gothic windows were reflected the gray sky and the roofs of other buildings in the palace.

The footsteps of the limb-jointed nobles were chaotic.

Mia followed behind Gloria, her eyes occasionally fixed on the robe swaying behind her.

Then moved away again.

Then look over there again.