When Monan woke up again, he was back in Lancaster.
Monan felt a bitter taste in his mouth when he was told that old Basil had been received by the mayor and moved to a guest room in the mayor's residence.
In many ways, he had already failed in his duty as a guard.
Aside from him, the other members of the envoy's escort team looked terrible as well.
Aside from the fact that Basil had been forcibly taken away by the Lancaster mayor's faction while they were unconscious, most of them were astonished at the outcome of the duel.
Though it was hard to believe, a single person had wiped out their entire group of elite soldiers!
Moreover, not a single one of them had died in the end, which meant that the other side had been holding back in the duel. In other words, it wasn't water, but an ocean!
"What happened to that guy?"
Monan asked one of the escorts who had woken up earlier.
For some reason, he was wearing a rather small linen shirt without any equipment, which left Monan rather displeased.
After all, it was a creed of the royal army's elites to never leave their weapons and equipment.
"Who? Ambassador Basil … or that fish-headed man? "The escorts did a double take, unable to react for a moment.
"What fish-headed man? He's just wearing a balaclava. I heard that the wildlings in the wildlands have a similar habit of wearing beast-like balaclava to intimidate others, "Monan corrected." And only the strongest warriors in the tribe have the right to wear such balaclava. It's a symbol of status! "
As a martial man who worshipped strength, he wouldn't have been so serious about a mere title if Monan and the others had won the previous' spar '.
Even so, the pink flatfish had single-handedly defeated their entire party and displayed a power that was worthy of respect. Whether it was out of the warrior's duty or to gloss over his own defeat, they had to show respect.
If such a champion was called a fish-headed man, then what were they, who had suffered a crushing defeat, considered to be? Shrimp-People or plankton people?
"Would most champions choose a pink fish-head as a symbol of status?" The escort asked hesitantly.
"Don't the champions in the imperial capital have some inexplicable quirks as well? Perhaps that's how champions view the world."
Monan could only sigh. Then, he recalled his original question. "So that person …"
At that, he suddenly realized that he did not know the identity or name of the pink flatfish who had come to greet the envoys, nor did he know how to address him.
After being stuck for a long time, he had no choice but to give the other party a code name. "What happened to His Excellency Fish Head in the end?"
"You might as well be called a fish-head …"
The guardsman rolled his eyes, but became serious when it came to business. "You're right, Captain. The Lancaster city watch is really lousy. They're lax and dispirited, and while the security looks tight, it's actually full of loopholes. I've just snuck out to ask around."
"What was the result?" Monan hurriedly asked.
"Fish head … Your Excellency is dead."
"He's dead …" Mo Nan couldn't help but feel dejected when he heard this.
It wasn't that he had a special fondness for flatfish, but he simply felt that he had lost the chance to challenge his opponent again and wash away the humiliation of the previous battle.
"After we were defeated by His Excellency Fish Head, he drove his carriage back to Lancaster with Lord Basil. Then, a few fish-headed men appeared and pointed at him, saying 'Why are you out of blood'? " The guard continued, "His Excellency the Fish Head was shocked. He pulled out an arrowhead from his body and shouted, 'Damn, this arrowhead has a blood groove'. Then, he fell to the ground and died. He was taken away by the Taowu Fish Heads …"
"Wait. You're saying that he had our arrowheads hanging from his body all the way back to Lancaster?" Monan asked, gaping.
"That's right." The guardsman nodded. "Probably afraid that he would bleed profusely if he simply plucked the arrowhead."
While there was nothing wrong with not plucking the arrowhead after being shot, it was best to stop the wound as soon as possible when the battle was over and there was a way to bandage it.
After all, the unscientific power of divine arts existed in this world. As long as the wound was stopped and a high-ranking clergy blessed it or washed it with holy water, the wound would heal completely before it became inflamed, and there would be no repercussions of blood loss.
Still, it was the first time Monan had seen such a fierce man returning to the city from the wilderness with a catty of arrowheads hanging from his body.
If he had been in the royal army, he would definitely have become a sergeant with that ferocity, picking up merits everywhere he went and rising rapidly.
Still, it was a pity that such a fierce champion would work for a mere city lord like Lancaster, only to end up dead in the end. Monan could only shake his head and sigh.
"Sigh. Let's not talk about that." Monan calmed himself and confirmed with his colleague. "Since you've slipped out, you must have used a messenger kite to relay our experience to the imperial capital's intelligence officer, right?"
"That's what I was thinking," the guardsman said with a troubled look. "After asking about His Excellency Fish Head, I asked for directions to the Messenger Kite Tavern … only to run into a group of dolphin-headed men."
"???"
"Is it that popular in Lancaster to put a fish head on yourself?" Monan felt that he was a little behind the times, completely unaware of such a weird trend.
"Captain, I heard that the scholars in the Imperial Capital recently believed that dolphins are not fish …"
"Stop fooling around. If that thing isn't a fish, could it be a hippopotamus?" Monan, who neither understood nor cared about biological classification waved his hand. "Compared to that, what did the Dolphinmen do?"
At the mention of this, the guard involuntarily swallowed his saliva. "When those dolphin-headed people walked past me, for some reason, they suddenly stared at the top of my head. After a while, he said, "Look, there's a red name here!" "Wait, I've received a quest, I can't kill him!" "Is this an adventure quest? I've finally gotten a Strange Encounter Mission! " Then, he rushed up and started punching and kicking me. "
"Although I fought back with all my might, they were surprisingly strong and shouted about stripping me of my equipment, even stripping me of my clothes when they beat me …"
At that, the guardsman lowered his head, his expression crumbling as if traumatized. "I'd rather fight against ogres with my bayonet than be stripped naked on the streets and dragged around like a dead pig! Captain, can you understand how I feel?! "
Monan's mouth twitched as he imagined the scene.
'No wonder everyone else is fully equipped and you're the only one wearing an ill-fitting sackcloth … thank you …'
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Chapter 281:
Psychological Trauma Area
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