After traveling for only two months, Williams already felt bored. After losing the wonderful life in the king's city, he basically had to travel every day. Although he would pass by some towns along the way, most of them were just for a break. Before he could have a good walk in the city, he would have to set off again the next day.
Williams rode on his white BMW. When he first went out, he looked majestic and handsome, like a prince on a white horse.
However, after walking for such a long time, his thighs were covered in blisters, and his buttocks were about to crack. Naturally, his image had long since disappeared. In the previous town, the Third Prince had specially bought a quilt from a grocery store to pad his crotch. A fine horse had become like a camel because of him.
Even a fifth-grade knight like Williams was like this, not to mention Barber and Shermie. The only difference was that Barber gritted his teeth and did not say a single word, while Shermie could not help but complain.
"Ahyaya, are we going to offer condolences or escape from a famine? Lord Vergil, is it really necessary to be in such a hurry?"
As the deputy leader of the condolence delegation, Count Vergil cursed this little retainer knight for being too talkative. However, he had to be polite to Shermie. Smiling, the count spread his hands and said, "I can't do anything about it. His Majesty ordered us to arrive at Alkens in three months. I guess he feels sorry for the hard work of the border guards and wants us to deliver the condolences as soon as possible."
At this point, Shermie couldn't complain anymore. He lowered his head and walked back to the team, frustrated.
Noticing the low morale of the condolence delegation, Count Vergil encouraged them, "We'll arrive at Alkens in twenty days at most. By then, we'll have plenty of time to rest. Let's work harder."
Williams heard the conversation between Shermie and Count Vergil, but he did not say anything. Like Count Vergil said, this was the order of Reinhardt VII. Even as a prince, he could not disobey it. Therefore, it was useless to complain. If he had the energy, he might as well save it for the journey.
Two days ago, the condolence delegation officially entered the mountainous area. The terrain became more and more rugged, and the bumps on the horses became more and more severe.
Even Count Vergil, who came from the military, couldn't take it and had to stop and rest a few times.
After a day, the condolences had traveled less than 15 kilometers. It was already dusk. Count Vergil took out a map and pointed at two blue dots on it. "We are now in the Wald Canyon. There are two small villages ahead. We can spend the night there and replenish our supplies."
Hearing this, everyone's spirits were lifted. In the wilderness, they were already exhausted. When they thought about boiling water, cooking, and setting up tents, they couldn't help but feel even more hopeless. Now that they heard that there was a village for them to rest in, it meant that as long as they were willing to spend money, there would be people to take care of these chores. Everyone knew that the Third Prince did not lack money. Sure enough, Williams then said, "Ask the village to prepare some good food and wine tonight. I'll pay for it."
The group of condolences immediately burst into thunderous cheers. Two perceptive guards had already taken the lead and rushed to the front to arrange food and lodging. The rest of the people maintained their previous speed and walked towards the village unhurriedly.
However, after half a magic hour, the group had almost reached one of the villages, and the two scouts had yet to return.
"Something's wrong." Count Vergil pulled the reins and frowned. Although Williams was the leader of this condolence delegation in name, he was actually in charge of the arrangements along the way. The 100 guards were also personally selected by him. He was quite good in terms of organization and discipline.
Logically speaking, after such a long time, at least one of the two scouts should have returned to report the situation. However, neither of them had returned. Therefore, Count Vergil stopped the condolences delegation from moving forward.
Shermie said impatiently, "What's the big deal? Isn't it just that they didn't come back? This is a small matter, isn't it? Maybe they're eating and drinking. Everyone is so tired. Let's not waste any more time. "
Count Vergil was no longer in the mood to deal with the little retainer knight. He only said lightly, "My people won't be so undisciplined." Then, he ignored the latter.
Shermie was stunned for a moment. Then, he realized that Vergil was insinuating that a guy like him who relied on others to rise had no discipline at all. The little retainer knight was unhappy, but he did not dare to argue with the count. He could only pretend that he did not understand.
Vergil selected another four people and asked them to investigate what happened in the village in front of them.
However, this time, it was very fast. In less than a quarter of an hour, a man stumbled back. He looked terrified and shouted, "Monster! Dead! They're all dead!!! "
"Slow down. What monster? Everything is dead. Where are the other three? "the count asked.
What answered him was a pincer. The pincer pierced through the guard's chest. Then, an ugly monster with the body of a mountain cat and the claws of a crab appeared in front of everyone.
Williams' pupils shrank. "Ghost-pincer Cat? It's an abyssal monster. Why is it here? "
In the past few years, abyssal cracks had appeared frequently. There were also a few in the Lionheart Empire. Because of the incident in the north, the higher-ups were worried and began to study abyssal monsters. Now, they could basically recognize most of the common monsters, just in case.
However, when they saw a living creature with their own eyes, they could not help but be shocked.
Abyssal monsters did not feel fear. Although there was only one Ghost-pincer Cat, it still bravely charged at the consolation group after killing its target.
At this moment, the others finally came to their senses. They hurriedly drew out their weapons. The royal guards were not bad. Shermie, who was trying to ride on William's coattails, was at least a third-grade. They were confident that they could deal with a fourth-grade ghost-pincer cat if they worked together. Before the monster could reach William, its head was chopped off by a flurry of swords.
However, Vergil's frown deepened. Now, there was a problem in front of him. He did not know how many monsters there were in the small village in front of him, nor did he know if there were any living people in the village.
Although the scouts had shouted that they were all dead before they died, Vergil could not tell if they were all dead, or if all the people in the village were dead. The accurate answer to this question would determine what he should do next.
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