Huh? Are they all real?...

With just a few glances.

Conan Heather confirmed one thing—these people had indeed moved him.

He didn't know if the cage was particularly unusual or if those people were just too outrageous, but in any case, there was no vibration or other noise that should have been present when they moved him.

If he hadn't kept track of the time and hadn't been sneaking peeks at the outside while the other person was delivering food...

He probably never imagined that he might have been transferred.

Now, based on the strange building he had just glimpsed, he was certain that he was no longer in the same place.

The only problem was that he didn't know where he was.

And why they were arrested.

He only remembered that he was simply following the king's will, exploring in the last direction and finding the traces of the people he had been searching for for years.

But soon, he was suddenly pinned down by the people who had been perfectly fine just moments before.

Later, he was crammed into this dark and cramped prison.

He speculated that the most likely explanation was that his identity had been discovered.

He had heard from those time travelers that the world here didn't really like them, these outsiders.

However, according to the information and speculation provided by the Baratheon royal family, shouldn't I be in another place where I have no idea I have traveled through time?

So could it be something else?

As Conan Heather pondered, his ears twitched slightly, and then he was completely bewildered.

Because it was the first time he had heard a voice other than his own.

This cage is very special; not only is it indestructible, but it also achieves an unbelievable level of absolute soundproofing.

Therefore, before this, apart from his own heartbeat and breathing, the only thing he could hear was the sound of food hitting the ground when the other person opened the window.

This time, he not only heard sounds from outside himself, but he even recognized them as music.

It sounds like a piano piece!

It had a clear melody that I had never heard before, so it wasn't a sign of mental problems.

Or was there really music coming in?

how did you do that?

Is it some kind of interrogation tactic, or is it something unusual about this place itself?

Conan Heather seemed a little troubled by several possibilities.

But what puzzled him even more was...

This piece of music is clearly very cheerful in every melody.

But it always sounds like a deep, heartbreaking sadness.

This is absolutely a masterpiece that only a master could compose when deeply moved.

These are the kinds of works that any famous artist would probably only produce one or two of in their entire life, works that represent their painstaking efforts.

But what exactly is the reason for this melody that sounds incredibly cheerful yet is also extremely sad?

Lacking sufficient intelligence to support him, Conan Heather could only suppress all his doubts and focus on eating his food.

He had to live; that's when he saw the glimmer of hope. He couldn't just die like that.

You must survive, and then reach the pinnacle of life!

I am a man who has even seen the Supreme Beings, I will definitely not die in a place like this!

He firmly believes that he is the protagonist of the new era, which is the reason why he has been able to persevere until now without collapsing.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Conan Heather was awakened from a deep sleep by a dazzling white light.

He squinted and looked ahead, only to find that his cage had been opened.

Once his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he saw two heavily armored knights wearing wolf-skin coats standing in front of his cage.

With just one glance, Conan Heather knew that neither their ridiculously thick wolfskin coats nor their even more outrageous heavy armor were things he could walk in normally.

Therefore, he immediately extinguished all inappropriate thoughts.

Instead, he very tactfully crossed his arms behind his head.

"I will cooperate!"

Escape is impossible, so it's best to be sensible and avoid getting beaten up.

This is a rather smart choice.

So he didn't get anything done to him by the knights who looked like they were not to be trifled with.

They simply carried him to a large hall.

The hall was filled with furnaces burning with raging flames.

In Conan Heather's mind, those flames should have spiraled out of control and burned everything around them.

But inside the hall, it was as if a tamed wild beast was being kept obediently and strangely by the fireplace.

Therefore, the severe cold outside had no effect on the interior.

The only thing here is what you could call hot warmth.

Conan Heather took in everything around her and memorized it as much as possible.

With no decent cards in his hand, he could only pin his hopes on these potentially useless details.

And then he was brought before a man.

The other party then asked the knight next to Conan Heather:

"Is this the guy?"

"Yes, sir. This is the guy who was reported as the unusual person in Kesi Village."

"Let's start here then."

The two knights immediately forced Conan Heather to his knees.

The man who asked the question addressed Conan Heather directly:

"Why did you disappear for years and then suddenly reappear? Give me a reasonable explanation!"

Just for this?

No, it can't be that simple!

They must have noticed something else, or there's some secret here that I'm unaware of.

So this question is just a starting point to determine whether I have a problem.

I must answer carefully, otherwise I will surely be discovered and fall into an even greater crisis.

But how should I answer that?

Why would an ordinary person like me live in seclusion for years? And why would I lose my composure so much after finally meeting people?

The more Conan Heather thought about it, the more she felt she couldn't explain it.

Looking at the man whose eyes were becoming increasingly sharp and the knights who seemed ready to draw their swords at any moment.

Conan Heather finally stood up abruptly, as if she were going to take a gamble.

Seeing this, everyone in the hall looked over, but they all watched with bated breath as if it were a show.

Only the two knights beside him tried to push him down again.

The man waved his hand, indicating they didn't need to, and continued:

So, what's your answer?

Conan Heather looked at the man who completely disregarded him with utmost seriousness and said, word by word:

"I represent the King!"

He had no other banners left.

To his surprise, these words, which should have shocked the entire audience, were actually quite shocking.

However, it plunged everyone present into an indescribable atmosphere.

After a long while, the man finally asked curiously:

"So, what is a king? Is it a person's name, or a designation for a certain power?"

Chapter 391 Loyalty! (4k)

What is a king?

Conan Heather felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity at that moment.

Isn't it said that where there is a god, there is a king?

Why wouldn't they know what a king is?

And why do I feel like they don't even know how to pronounce this word? They just seemed to be repeating my pronunciation?

Is there no word for "king" at all?

Is there really such a big difference between this place and that place?

This is definitely a piece of intelligence that can be taken back as a merit, but it's far better than that vague and uncertain reward.

Conan Heather is now more worried that since they don't know what a king is.

His words not only failed to bolster his confidence, but may have further fueled their suspicions.

How to do?

Should we take advantage of the situation and play dumb, or continue to uphold the banner and explain to them?

Both are fraught with problems and uncertainties.

A fine layer of cold sweat covered Conan Heather's forehead at that moment.

He knew he didn't have much time, so he had to make a decision as soon as possible.

So he raised his head and said:

"I want to see your highest-ranking officer. I represent a very important person whom you can never imagine!"

After saying those words, Conan Heather found his heart pounding almost to its limit.

Because he couldn't provide any concrete proof, he had no idea whether the other party would believe him or what they would do.

It can be said that his life was completely in the hands of the other party.

What filled him with despair was that the other person simply sat down, leaned against the raging flames, pointed at him, and laughed:

"To be honest, I'm quite interested in you, but it's just your inner monologue. And then you said you represented a very important person we can't even imagine?"

"Yes, let me see your highest-ranking officer! I am qualified, and I can guarantee that as long as you report everything I say truthfully, you will be greatly rewarded!"

He realized that his situation was very bad, but he had no other choice. Once he chose this path, he could only go down it to the end.

But they all burst out laughing:

"Hahahaha!"

"My God, he just said we'd get a reward because of him!"

"That's right, that's what he said!"

Amidst their laughter, the man sitting in front of him managed to suppress his own laughter before waving his hand and saying:

"If you're really that confident, why are you sweating so much?"

Conan Heatherton felt dizzy.

This was completely different from what he had imagined.

Seeing that he was speechless, the man stood up and waved his hand, saying: