The King of Elden does not die alone!

Mia and Greg both hold a significant place in his heart.

He couldn't tolerate the attacker getting away with it.

Chapter 10. Roger: What's it to me?

Wow, the subscriptions and inter-post numbers have dropped again in the past few days, just like at the beginning of Britain.

I wrote something wrong again. Wow.

Or are they all raising books?

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Mia rang the bell, and three spirit wolves appeared. They circled around Mia a few times like a spoiled child and then caught up with her.

"We can play together later, now go help Wilden!"

This makes it seem like the follow-up is about a black-hearted boss.

In Britain, these three wolves had never come out, and even when they returned to the border, Mia did not let them out immediately.

The first thing to do now is to ask them to help Wilden.

But the spirit wolf had no complaints.

They immediately followed Wilden into the alley.

Mia has another matter to deal with next.

Mountain monster.

The axe chopped off half of the goblin's ankle and almost split his forehead in two.

Mia knew that it was difficult for people in the borderland to truly die.

This definitely includes mountain trolls.

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Mia reached out her hand toward the mountain monster.

Greg also wanted to say something, but he stretched out a few fingers and hesitated for a moment, trying to stop Mia's behavior.

Mountain trolls are descendants of fire giants.

The hollows in their abdomens were the organs that once spewed out flames, the kind that could burn the golden tree.

Therefore, giants and trolls have the original sin of being unacceptable.

Even if the mountain goblin's fire-breathing organ is dug out, it can only be used as a slave or servant.

They are one of the few races that are rejected by the Golden Tree.

That's why Greg wants to stop Mia from using the Golden Tree's prayer to heal the trolls.

"Aunt," Greg called.

"what happened?"

"That's a mountain demon. Even if you leave him alone, he will get better."

"Uh..." Mia frowned. Greg's words made her think for a while.

"Do you think the mountain goblin is unworthy of being blessed by the golden tree?"

Mia certainly knew about the troll's past.

"They are the descendants of the guilty."

Mia smiled when she heard Greg's answer.

"Where the Golden Tree shines there is no darkness, Greg."

"Wherever the light of the golden tree shines, it is a blessed land, and those who live there are the chosen people of the golden tree. I guess this is your father's ideal, and it is also my ideal."

When Mia said this and brought up Godwin's banner, Greg's rebellious psychology immediately disappeared without a trace.

"I think he pulls the cart pretty steadily, doesn't he?"

Mia said, smiling again.

She showed no intention of raising the mountain goblin's status too far.

Let Greg know that even if Mia wants to use the golden tree's prayer to heal the troll, the troll's duty is still to be the coachman.

In the eyes of most people in the border areas, mountain goblins are nothing more than low-class slaves and laborers.

Mia had no intention of forcibly changing Greg's mind. After all, Greg had some objections to the mountain goblins being able to receive the blessed treatment. If Mia immediately declared that the mountain goblins were equal, then Greg might be even more dissatisfied.

He is a person who cares a lot about his status.

The golden light healed the fallen mountain monster.

The mountain monster Bob opened his eyes, and the golden light had not yet dissipated, and he felt confused.

"Stand up quickly, you ungrateful guy." The coachman appeared from nowhere and waved his whip.

The mountain monster only remembered that he was chopped to the ground by the man who rushed out from the smoke and dust.

"His Majesty healed you with the power of the golden tree." The coachman was a little jealous and whipped the mountain monster.

It was naturally painless to the mountain demon, and the long-term slavery had already left a mark on his low-IQ brain.

No matter how he was whipped, Bob did not resist.

He also knew what the blessing of the golden tree meant.

It is an existence that slave races like them cannot look directly at or touch.

There was fear on his face.

"His Majesty--"

He knelt down before Greg, prostrating himself.

"It's another Majesty, you fool!"

The driver's whip cracked again.

The huge mountain monster immediately changed the direction of its kneeling.

Even though the blessing of the golden tree had healed him, his expression was as terrified as that of a victim.

Mia could even see that Bob's huge body was shaking.

"Are you afraid of me? Why?" Mia raised her eyebrows.

"I...I'm not qualified." Bob tried his best to lower his hoarse, heavy voice.

"It was me who healed you. I summoned the power of the golden tree. Are you questioning my decision?"

Mia deliberately slammed the staff to the ground, making a thud.

The mountain goblin raised his head slightly and looked at Mia with his gray eyes without pupils.

He didn't have to make much of a move to do this, because Mia was really tiny compared to him.

"No————" he stammered, "I didn't, I didn't have such an idea."

"That's good," Mia nodded, "The blessing I give you is not without cost."

"What do you want me to do?" asked the troll.

Mia replied: "Just pull the cart properly, just like you used to do."

After Bob agreed, he kept his head pressed to the ground and did not move until Mia asked him to get up.

Afterwards, Greg directed the soldiers who remained at the scene to sort out the wreckage of the carriage.

A long trumpet sound was heard again from afar.

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A group of soldiers were the first to find Nepheli's trace.

As they moved through the alleys with crumbling walls, they easily discovered the destroyed streets.

There were a lot of boxes and sundries in the alley, but now they are all in pieces.

It seemed that the assassin who called himself a warrior had no idea how to keep a low profile.

The giant eagle circling overhead was also crying, pointing out the location of the pursuers.

The soldiers were divided into several groups, each group consisted of only two or three people, but there must be one person among them who carried a horn.

After the alarm was raised about the attack on Greg, the Penal Corps and the Lost Knights in charge of the city's defense also joined the hunt.

Nepheli felt a little confused.

Based on the information she obtained from observing in the city for so many days.

There shouldn't be anyone that strong near Greg.

Why is that guy who looks like an ordinary soldier so strong?

And why is the Faded One on the same side as Greg?

This confused Nepheli.

If all went according to plan—a plan that had only occurred to Nepheli when she saw Greg's car leaving the palace—she could kill Greg on a less crowded street.

But now it appears that the plan has failed.

"Damn it—" Nepheli gritted her teeth.

She had never made any plans in her life!

Although the plan to assassinate Greg was just: find a road with few people, jump down, fight like a warrior, and kill Greg.

But at least it was a plan!

The failure of the plan made her feel extremely frustrated.

She simply smashed the pile of debris blocking her way.

She had been in the city for a long time, so she was definitely familiar with the streets.

The giant eagle overhead has been alerting the pursuers, and Nepheli has to find a way to get rid of the giant eagle.

Nepheli suddenly heard the strange sound of tiles on the roof.

A white wolf pounced down from the roof and surrounded Nefeli.

"Step aside!"

Nepheli shouted loudly, swung her two axes, and nimbly dodged under the attack.

The spirit wolves did not fight Nefeli head-on, but instead interfered with her movements. Whenever Nefeli attacked them, the spirit wolves would dodge. And if Nefeli wanted to abandon the three wolves and leave, the spirit wolves would feint an attack.

The soldiers also caught up, and when they saw Nepheli, they blew their horns.

Nepheli looked back.

When I looked forward again, Wilden appeared with two swords in his hands.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Nepheli ducked down to avoid Lappland who was pouncing at her from behind. She turned around and swung her axe left and right to force back the other two wolves. She then rushed towards the three soldiers who were already facing a formidable enemy.

How could an ordinary soldier be a match for Nepheli?

In just one move, all three of them were knocked to the ground by the whistling axe.

Nepheli changed direction and turned into a small path. Wilden and the three spirit wolves caught up very quickly.

The sound of the horn attracted the soldiers, who chased and intercepted Nepheli in the alley.

She picked up a brick and threw it at Wilden behind her.

Then he turned around in the alley without any pattern.

When the view in front of her suddenly became clear, she found herself standing on a high wall.

There were clearly ancient houses on both sides, but after just turning a corner, you arrived at a cliff with a huge drop.

Stonewell is a mountain city. Even though most of the roads are flat, there are also steep faults.