Soon after the Seeding Festival, Leah the Warrior Princess suddenly visited the Unnamed Town.
"What? Many swamp fishmen suddenly appeared in Lancaster? "
Angora had thought that she was just here to relax and relax, and so did not pay much attention to her when she told him such a piece of news.
"I've been to the Frogmen Village, and the Frogmen Elder said that there's nothing unusual over at Fishmen Island … I hope that you could have the Players from the Unnamed Town come to Lancaster for support, Mister Faust."
Princess Leah appeared to have had a hard time over the last two days, and her beautiful face appeared haggard. "The Players stationed in Lancaster alone can't hold out much longer."
"It's fine if the quest rewards are provided by your side."
Angora made up his mind after a moment's thought.
If it had been the old him, he would not have left her in the lurch, but he would have haggled a little more, at least fighting for some benefits before relenting.
After all, he had spent much effort to make the Unnamed Town the best of the three Players' current strongholds in every aspect.
Still, when he learned of his identity from his father Horan and learned that he shared the bloodline of the Tierra royal family, he no longer felt as estranged from Princess Leia as before even if he had no intention of competing for the right of succession. From a certain perspective, the emphasis on bloodline was one of the few nobles in this world that still affected him.
Of course, even if he valued blood ties, he would not be so kind as to spend so much money to help the Lancaster Hideout, and it was better to make things clear about resources from the start.
"That's for sure." Princess Leah seemed to be greatly relieved. She didn't care about that little bit of resources. Although Princess Leah and her lackeys had been penniless when they were fleeing, they had now recovered and old Vanke had taken over the position of Count to develop vigorously. The Lancaster Hideout had used the geographical advantage of being just a wall away from Lancaster City to hoard a considerable amount of resources. In total, it was more than the Unnamed Town and the Frogmen Village combined.
"That's wonderful. Whatever the case may be, allow me to thank you on behalf of the Lancaster Hideout." That was why Princess Leah was so happy.
At first, she had assumed that the Lancaster Hideout would have to pay a little to get Angora, a noble from the Valla Empire, to relent. She never imagined that the crafty and crafty Angora would be so righteous, much to her surprise.
Could it be that she had misjudged him in the past? After all, she knew a little about what happened to Angora, and that he was banished to the Unnamed Town, a place where even birds wouldn't shit, because he was not favored by his father … It was normal for a child of his birth to be wary of strangers.
If there was a chance in the future, they could form a win-win partnership between the two Churches of Games. Princess Leah, who did not know that there was a bloodline connection between the two, thought guiltily.
After getting Angora's promise, Princess Leah did not stay long in town, and instead hurried back to the Lancaster Hideout.
From this point of view, the battle over there was indeed very tense.
"Is that really fine?" Vela asked Angora doubtfully after seeing off Princess Leah. "Wouldn't the Players be leaving for Lancaster?"
"I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't affect anything."
Angora shrugged his shoulders.
To the Players, one of the two cities was rather prosperous, but apart from carrying bricks daily, they didn't have any deep memories of it. On the other hand, the other city was a place where they fought alongside their comrades and protected from the enemy through a fierce and cruel war. Therefore, even if the second city wasn't as beautiful as the first one, the memory of them risking their lives to protect it was very likely that it would weigh more heavily in the hearts of the Players than the first one.
"If Princess Leah wasn't lying and this really is a tough battle," Angora continued after explaining the drawbridge effect to Vela. "Then, when everything is over, a third of the Players who went to help would probably choose to stay there."
"Isn't that bad?!" Vela said worriedly as she draped Angora's windbreaker over his shoulders. "Wouldn't the town's development be affected if there aren't enough Players?"
"It's fine, Vela. You need to look wider; the world isn't as narrow as you think." Angora, however, did not seem worried at all and smiled relaxedly. "In fact, it's immeasurably vast. We're just living in a corner of it, and the town itself does not have the breadth or ability to contain everything."
Vela had a puzzled look on her face that said 'Is that what we're talking about?'
"But the God of Games is different. In this brief time, I've come to understand one thing … Just like the name of the weekly quest you Players have, His radiance would shine upon the land sooner or later. " Angora continued. "That is why it's meaningless to keep an eye on one or two Players and be concerned about a little loss or gain."
He straightened his clothes, turned around, and looked at Vera, who seemed to be deep in thought. He took the triangular hat from her hand and put it on himself. "You have to look further."
"Is that so? But I think it's enough as long as my eyes can accommodate your back, my liege. "The girl said softly.
Angora did a double take, and then smiled.
"You're right." Completely unaware of the meaning behind Vela's words, he turned and headed for the door. "It's my responsibility to guide you, and I'll do my best to walk the right path. You just have to follow closely."
With that, he left the room.
The young girl puffed up her cheeks and cursed in a low voice, "Idiot!" Then she took small steps to catch up with the youth, walking half a step behind him.
"But I still don't think it's good to let so many Players go …"
"It's fine. We'll think of a way to pull them back in the future. Moreover, I'm going to Tunaya soon to attend the Seeding Festival over at my old man's place, so I don't have time to keep the Players in check. It's good to let them vent their frustrations in Lancaster … "
The voices of master and servant thus became further and further away, before finally disappearing from the room.
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Chapter 167:
A Request for Help from the Underground Hideout of Lancaster
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