Huh? Are they all real?...

"Alright, since this guy is still spouting nonsense, let's send him to jail. Give him a taste of what might kill him but leave him with broken limbs first. I think he'll spill the truth then."

Conan Heather felt like her scalp was about to explode.

He's made it this far, how did he end up like this?

How to do how to do?

How can I get out of this predicament?

If I reveal everything I know now, it will only reinforce their belief that I'm making things up.

But I don't have any other cards!

The feeling of powerlessness almost overwhelmed him, so much so that he didn't even notice the two knights behind him lifting him up and taking him away.

The only hope he can think of now is that if he persists in this statement after enduring round after round of torture, then perhaps the other side will reconsider his words.

But more likely, they will think he's a stubborn person who refuses to tell the truth, and in that case, he's doomed either way.

Just then, the tightly closed door was opened from the outside.

A biting wind mixed with ice and snow rushed into the room, causing everyone inside to shiver.

Some people who had their backs to the door turned around, somewhat annoyed, and said:

"Who is it? Don't you know to use the side door? Opening the main door in this cold weather, don't you know the rules?!"

As they were speaking, the person who had spoken suddenly stood up, his expression tightening, and said:

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you coming!"

The man who had been interrogating Conan Heather immediately stood up and pounded his chest with one hand, saying:

"Salute to Your Excellency, with utmost loyalty!"

The others also stood up and shouted along with the man:

"loyalty!"

Because of the need to perform the proper etiquette, and also because the number of people who came was too extravagant.

Therefore, the two heavily armored knights supporting Conan Heather released him and bowed.

Conan Heather, who had been being supported by them, fell to the ground and looked at everyone with surprise and uncertainty.

Finally, he focused his attention on the person who pushed the door open and entered.

Coincidentally, the other person was also looking at him, the only one who was different.

The man who pushed open the door was a man with a long, narrow scar on his face.

He wasn't dressed in luxurious clothes, but simply wore a light wolfskin coat and a set of equally practical black leather armor.

But what's most eye-catching is the three swords he carries on his back.

Who is this?

Before Conan Heather's thoughts could even form, the other person looked at him and said:

"Is this the person who was just delivered to you today?"

The man, his expression tense, maintained his salute and said:

"Yes, sir, this is the person who was just delivered to us. However, sir, such a small matter shouldn't have troubled you to come in person, should it?"

The man carrying three swords looked around, and everyone he saw immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the man:

"I'm taking this person with me."

This statement left the man somewhat stunned, and he said:

"Your Excellency? This...this is not in accordance with procedure."

The other person had already walked up to him and said:

"You keep chanting about loyalty because you are the only nation that lacks loyalty."

The man could only grit his teeth and say:

"Your Excellency, that happened hundreds of years ago!"

"But for me, that was not long ago."

The man swallowed his saliva with increasing difficulty:

“We have heard of your bravery back then, Your Excellency. However, what happened back then has nothing to do with us now. We are just as loyal as the other six kingdoms, and I only hope that you can follow the procedures.”

"After all, we will eventually have to coordinate with you."

The man carrying three swords snorted coldly and tossed him a badge, saying:

“I have already obtained permission from your king.”

The man who received the badge finally breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Then I'll arrange for a guard to escort you right away?"

"What use would I have for a bunch of useless people? To hold me back? Or are you trying to monitor what I'm planning to do?"

The man instantly broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly lowered his head, saying:

“We absolutely did not mean that, Your Excellency. I merely wished to do my part for the esteemed High Court.”

The other party said coldly:

"Highgarden doesn't need the fawning of you fools. Highgarden just needs you to stay quietly in your own country."

“I understand, I understand, Your Excellency.”

During their conversation, Conan Heather continuously processed the information they exchanged.

This is a kingdom, and there seem to be seven such kingdoms, all of which are subject to an entity called Highgarden.

And then, most importantly, do they have a king?

There is the term "king," but not the concept of "king"?

If it were just the absence of a king, Conan Heather could still understand that this side was simply different from the other side.

But if there is a king but no concept of a king, he always feels that something is not right.

According to the information he knew, the term and concept of a king also existed in that world, but that was in the very distant ancient times.

At that time, the king was the same as he perceived him in the People's Union: the master of a country, whose rank was lower than that of the emperor, the monarch of an empire.

It is a common term for small countries.

However, with the establishment of the ironclad laws of the divine king, the concept of the king was deemed blasphemous and was abolished.

From then on, the rulers of small states would call themselves dukes instead of kings.

Because the title of "king" was once the title of the ruler of a small country, people later dared not call kings "king".

But here there is the concept of a king.

So, does this place have some connection to that ancient era?

Before he could think any further, he found himself being lifted off the ground by his collar.

He looked up and saw the man carrying three swords lifting him up like a chick and walking towards the open door.

On either side of them, those who had just been mocking him were now standing at attention, bowing respectfully without daring to utter a sound.

These people's reaction was indeed one of awe, so it's not that the country and the High Court are at odds, but rather that this person, who has lived from back then to the present, is dissatisfied with the descendants of these 'traitors'?

But people who can live for hundreds of years.

Could he be a demigod?

After being carried out of the hall, Conan Heather, unable to find a chance to speak, could only keep looking around at the surrounding buildings.

Just as he knew, this was a city built on ice and snow.

The people's clothing and utensils were very retro, but the grandeur of the buildings was completely unlike anything that could have been built with the productivity their clothing suggested.

In short, it perfectly aligns with his understanding of the extraordinary world—a low-quality life and creations that are out of step with the times.

The man carrying the sword had no intention of lingering in the city; once he left the city, he headed straight for the wilderness.

Feeling the howling wind rushing past my ears.

Conan Heather felt as if her face was being cut by a knife.

But he couldn't bear to close his eyes for even a moment.

Because he saw something far more, something completely beyond his imagination:

Before him stretched an endless plain, dotted with countless colossal spears, seemingly fallen from the sky, piercing the earth at an angle. These were enormous creatures, comparable to mountains. And judging from the snow and ice covering them, they were relics from a very ancient time.

Besides those giant spears, he could also see many half-destroyed fortresses still floating in the sky.

Based on his rough visual estimation, even if those fortresses were in a state of partial destruction, they were still the size of large cities with tens of millions of people in the Human Alliance.

And this was merely the remnant after the damage; he had no idea how big they were originally!

Even more outrageous than these must be the giants pinned to the ground by giant spears.

If the giant spears were merely able to rival the height of mountains, then those giants were truly no different from mountains.

Because each of them was so large that Conan Heather didn't recognize them as giants at first glance.

If it weren't for the fact that this place is all plains as far as the eye can see, he probably would have been blinded by a leaf and overlooked the true nature of these behemoths if there were even a slightly more complex terrain.

But what exactly happened that caused so many giants to die here?

Besides these giants, Conan Heather also saw many other colossal corpses, including the infamous dragon and many other bizarre monsters.

Refer to their direction of advance and the landing point of the giant spears.

Conan Heather suddenly looked straight ahead.

In the center of the two dragon carcasses, he saw a truly towering wall that reached into the clouds.

Wait, could that be a mountain?

Such a high mountain?

Before him stood a colossal wall that stretched as far as the eye could see, whether to the left, right, or top.

But because of its curvature, Conan Heather deduced that it appeared to be an absurdly large mountain.

Compared to this, those giants who were previously exceptionally tall all seemed like tiny specks.

Amidst the immense shock, Conan Heather couldn't help but ask:

"Are they the ones who betrayed Highgarden hundreds of years ago? Is this the remains of that battlefield?"

Conan Heather hadn't expected to get an answer.

Because the man carrying three swords looked unapproachable.

To his surprise, the other party actually answered him, and replied with a very cheerful laugh:

"Them? Don't be ridiculous. They don't have the ability to create such a big scene. This is an ancient relic, so ancient that I don't even know what exactly happened."

"All I know about it is that it seemed to be a decisive battle that determined the fate of the world."

It was a decisive battle that determined the fate of the world, and it was so ancient that even a high-ranking being who should be a demigod did not know the specifics.

"So, are we going to Highgarden?"

“Highgarden? No, we’re not going to Highgarden. Ever since those fools started their rebellion hundreds of years ago, Highgarden has not allowed anyone to go up there.”

Judging from his tone, Conan Heather judged that this was probably the root of his dissatisfaction with those people.

So where are we going?

"The atrium."

The man carrying him gave a nonchalant answer to a place that Conan Heather had absolutely no idea what was going on.

Because they realized that the other party should know their own situation.

So Conan Heather tentatively asked:

"Then do you know what a king is?"