The King of Elden does not die alone!

But after losing his vehicle, it is no longer appropriate for him as the lord of a city to travel.

Leaving the streets to be cleared by the soldiers, Mia and the others returned to the Legion's castle for a short stay, waiting for good news from the soldiers searching for the assassin.

Or, bad news?

Of course, Greg and Mia were not disappointed.

Veteran General Pompey, surrounded by exiled soldiers, strode into the castle of the Greg Legion and threw the flag in his hand to the servants in the castle.

It took three servants to barely lift up the big flag.

The exiles were left outside the hall, and Pompey, having taken off his weapons, walked through the gate.

He held his head high, chest puffed out, and strode towards the two most distinguished people present.

The friction of armor made a loud sound.

"Your Majesty—" A voice like a loud bell echoed in the hall.

With a mournful whine, the Lappland that had been staying beside Mia tucked its tail between its legs and hid behind her. The other two did the same, as if they had suddenly seen some natural enemy.

"Am I a little unpopular?" the veteran laughed heartily.

Mia looked at her spirit wolf helplessly, and reached out to touch Lappland for comfort.

If they were not afraid of the evil omen and Greg, why would they be afraid of Pompey? The thoughts of animals are as complicated as those of humans.

As for Pompey, Mia was particularly impressed by the figure at the banquet yesterday. Pompey's heroic drinking posture was even more impressive than Greg's.

However, this also meant that Mia didn't have much chance to talk to the veteran yesterday.

"Pompey!" Greg looked relieved and happy when he saw the old general. "You must have brought some good news?"

"Of course, Lord Greg," Pompey replied. "The two assassins have been arrested!"

"That's good." It was good news that the assassin had been caught, but: "Two?"

"I didn't expect that the faded one had help, but they are not petty thieves who are not powerful enough."

"I remember there were reports that two Faded Ones broke into the city?" Mia asked.

"Those two!" Pompey answered loudly.

Mia didn't know why Roger and Neferi were mixed together. But it must be a different development from the game. The appearance of two familiar faders together made Mia interested.

"How are they?" Mia stood up and asked with interest.

"Maybe I'll have to stay in bed for a while, uh... in a cell."

"Take me to see them."

"No problem, Your Majesty," Pompey replied, "And Greg? How are you?"

"Let my aunt go." Greg waved his hand and pushed the interrogation to Mia without any sense of responsibility.

Several exiled soldiers followed them out of the legion's castle.

This time I can only walk to the dungeon.

On the way, Mia asked Pompey some questions.

"You don't seem to respect Greg very much?" In the previous conversation, Mia noticed that Pompey did not use honorifics to address Greg, but called him by his name like a friend.

"Well..." Pompey lowered his head and glanced at Mia beside him: "Why, do you want to speak for him?"

"How could that be?" Mia smiled and said, "I'm just a little curious."

"Hmph, hmph." The old general twisted his long white beard and said, "This matter has to start from a long time ago."

The veteran began to tell his story, the story of their group of exiles.

Thinking back to the past - since I don’t know exactly how many years have passed, I can only use the metaphor of “a long, long time ago”.

The Storm King of Stonewell was defeated by King Gefrey of the Golden Dynasty. The knights and soldiers who once served the Storm King lost their master. The Golden Dynasty declared them guilty, but that was actually a way of accepting them.

Warriors of the Storm King were allowed to choose their own place of exile—that is, to choose the new master to whom they would serve.

One of the Storm King's wings pledged allegiance to Mongart and became a pioneer in hunting down traitors. An entire legion also followed the Starbreaker General Latan to fight to protect Galide.

Pompey also mentioned another colleague who was unwilling to submit to the Golden Dynasty even to the end. After the decisive battle in the snowstorm, Radagon spared the souls of the surviving veterans and knights. It is said that he still lives in seclusion in the endless snow-capped mountains north of Asia.

"What about you?" Mia asked Pompey.

"Me? I don't care." Pompey shrugged.

"How can it not matter?"

"How many kings have been born on this land? Even the ancient dragons can't count them all. They are all history. Girl, maybe you don't have any idea and think that no one can die anyway, but I tell you, one day, we will all be history."

Pompey walked in front of Mia with his hands behind his back like an old sage.

The long cape caressed his heels.

"I chose Godwin at the beginning. I think he is a good person. Although the Latan people are also good... but you know... ah, you don't know, how to say it..."

The veteran scratched his neck under his helmet: "O'Neal and I don't get along."

Pompey exhaled.

"Godwin was a good man. He didn't deserve such a fate, and neither did his sons. But I think I'm lucky enough. After so many years, I'm the only one who still has the land of my hometown under my feet."

"But, I see you," Pompey's one eye was full of joy as he looked at Mia, "You are also a good person, girl."

This is a legitimate good guy card.

Mia chuckled.

Then, Pompey said, "I hope you won't end up like Godwin or Latarn."

"what?"

"Hahaha, just pretend I didn't say anything." The veteran laughed heartily: "Can you drink? Girl, I see you didn't eat anything yesterday."

"Well... I don't drink much..." The carefree veteran made Mia feel a little embarrassed.

As the saying goes, if you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

Pompey was obviously the kind of person who could use this phrase. Or should I say, frank? In front of someone like Pompey, Mia did feel a little embarrassed.

"Ha." The veteran smiled easily.

When he noticed Wilden, he frowned again: "Your name is Wilden? I have a feeling that we have met somewhere before."

"Maybe." Wilden shrugged.

Pompey was somewhat dissatisfied with Wilden's perfunctory answer, but he did not pursue the matter. He just waved his hand and let the matter go.

It didn't take long before we arrived at our destination.

The prison was located in a corner of a square, low-key and gloomy. If it weren't for the large number of exile soldiers patrolling around, no one would be able to tell what was different about the building.

Chapter 13. Little Red Riding Hood in a Cage

午好

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“Wait, slow down—it hurts!”

Roger was thrown into a cell roughly by the exile soldiers.

He felt as if parts were shaking inside his body.

My whole body felt as painful as a piece of meat that had been hammered thousands of times.

This kind of pain reached its peak after he was thrown into the cell and pressed down on several thigh bones that belonged to no one.

Several ribs must have been broken in the fight just now.

But, not bad.

Roger fumbled around in his body and pulled out a Holy Grail dew drop bottle.

Although I was searched and all my weapons and props were confiscated, what kind of magician would I be if I didn't have some means of hiding things?

He bit open the bottle cap with a grin, and took a big gulp of the sweet dew when no one was paying attention.

Magical power flowed through Roger's body, and he felt that he would never hate the feeling when his body was healed.

But the problem is that the prerequisite for treating yourself is to get hurt, but being hurt really hurts.

When the footsteps of the soldiers were heard again, Roger quickly put away his small bottle.

This time it was Neferi.

The soldier walked past Roger's cell, opened the adjacent door, and threw the unconscious Nepheli inside.

Then he left just like before.

He ignored the two people who were detained.

The cell was filled with a lingering stench of corruption. Rats hid in the dark, staring at their next meal with red eyes.

Roger moved towards Nepheli next door.

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When you look towards the end of the corridor, it looks like an infinite space that appears when two mirrors face each other.

Roger was able to easily pull up the limp Nepheli. He pulled Nepheli's head over and poured the Holy Grail dew into her mouth while keeping an eye on her surroundings.

Roger gave Nepheli more than he drank himself, and he kept some.

It's human nature.

Not long after.

Nepheli sat up suddenly.

"fighting!"

The soldier guarding in the distance turned his head and looked inside the corridor.

"Shh-"

Roger covered Nepheli's mouth through the iron bars.

"You are crazy!"

Roger growled.

“Hmm—hmm—”

Although a small sip of the Holy Grail dew could wake Nepheli up, it obviously could not fully restore her.

Nepheli, who prided herself on being a warrior, couldn't even break free from Roger's hand for a moment.

"What are you doing!" she asked him angrily when she finally got rid of Roger.

"I should be the one asking you this!" Roger retorted angrily.

He was hiding well, but this woman not only attracted the enemy, but was also the culprit who got him caught.

Until now, Roger didn't even know Nepheli's name!

But she had already tricked him.

"You'd better find a way to get us out!" Roger felt that his emotions were very unstable now.

After suppressing the urge to swear, he almost grabbed Nefeli by the collar.

He didn't want to get stuck in this hellhole for no apparent reason.

A thin voice sounded from the cell on the other side of Roger.

"Are you guys here to have your limbs reattached, too?"

However, Roger and Nepheli, who were concentrating on pulling, did not notice the faint sound.

"What? You want to fight?" Nefeli raised her fist in dissatisfaction.

"Are you kidding me? What's in your head? You're the one who hurt me!"

Obviously, Roger was the more reasonable one.

After Nepheli's anger subsided for a short time, she gradually figured out what had happened.