"Sss!"
Luphus slowly woke up after a painful gasp.
However, the wise man quickly came back to his senses. He flipped over and climbed up. The first thing he saw was Kieran sitting in front of him and the ruthless young man behind him. When he saw his disciple passed out beside him, the wise man heaved a sigh of relief.
As long as the student was fine.
As for the rest?
There was still room for negotiation.
"Greetings, Your Majesty.
"I'm Luphus of Yort Fields. I'm familiar with the secrets of the lords of Yort Fields. I'm familiar with the sentry towers and patrol routes in their territories. I also know some of their hidden camps and factions."
"If you need my service, I will tell you everything truthfully."
Luphus shook his robe and stood up, speaking to Kieran with a serious face.
"You are very familiar with Yort Fields?"
Kieran looked at the seemingly honest but actually cunning bastard with interest. Roffu had told him everything that happened, including the potion that Kieran hid in his sleeve. Kieran had checked it carefully and based on his potioneering abilities, it was a potion that could only be concocted by a Master Level Potioneer.
More importantly, when Luphus woke up, he didn't even ask about the whereabouts of the potion. All he did was think about how to deal with Kieran when he saw his student beside him.
'Cunning and adaptable.'
Kieran commented on Luphus in his heart.
As for more than that?
He didn't know whether it was a cover up, so he wouldn't comment on it for the time being.
"I was born in Yort Fields and have served many lords."
"Therefore, I know more than the average person."
And I am willing to serve you. "
Luphus showed a flattering smile.
"Em.
Do you know about the contract between Yort Fields and Naveya City 300 years ago? "
Kieran nodded noncommittally and asked.
"300 years ago?
It's a bit long, I'm a little old … "
Luphus was in deep thought.
He wanted to wait for the right price.
At least, he had to get some favorable conditions.
However, the wise man's expression quickly turned into one of fear and trepidation.
Because …
"Drag him out and behead him."
Kieran said faintly.
The young soldier behind him drew his sword without hesitation and walked towards Luphus. Luphus was so scared that he shivered. He had never seen someone so direct before.
Shouldn't he pay more attention to his elegant demeanor when he was in a high position?
Why was it so straightforward?
"I know! I know! "
"300 years ago, Yort Fields once helped Naveya City, so when Naveya City was founded, it granted Yort Fields this contract.
The panic in Lu Fu's heart did not slow him down. He spilled everything out in one breath.
"What kind of help?"
Kieran tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair and continued to ask.
"Supplies or soldiers?"
"Or could it be something else?"
Luphus sounded unsure of what he was saying.
"Drag him out and behead him."
The young soldier's sword flashed again. Luphus crawled on the ground and shouted, "Your Majesty, I really don't know. I haven't studied this period of history in detail, but I know a place that definitely has detailed records of that period of history."
"Oh?"
"Where is it?"
Kieran waved at the young soldier.
"My hometown, Gordor Land, is also known as the library of Yort Fields.
"I can take you there right now and flip through every book you want to read."
I assure you that you will find the answers you seek. "
Luphus, who was crawling on the ground, said solemnly.
"I hope you understand what you are talking about."
Kieran looked down at Luphus.
"Of course! Of course!
"Of course I know!"
If I lie to you, I'll be lying to myself.
But I hope that after I bring you to the answers, you can spare my life. "
Luphus licked his face and said carefully.
"Sure.
Tell Atrina that Luphus is now the military advisor of Arya Outpost. "
Kieran told the young soldier beside him and passed a pen and paper to Luphus.
The 'wise man' looked at Kieran in confusion.
"Didn't you say you know all the secrets of the lords in Yort Fields? You know the outpost towers in their territories, the patrolling routes of the soldiers, and even some of their hidden camps and factions in the dark?
Write it down now. "
Kieran said slowly.
"But you didn't …"
Before Luphus could finish, the young soldier raised his sword again. Without a second thought, the 'wise man' lowered his head and started to write.
'A man must follow his heart, only then he can do what he wants.'
Luphus had a deeper understanding of the saying at that moment.
…
Edersen was sitting on the chair. The elderly priest tried his best to straighten his back and make himself look more energetic, but without Lady Thorn's attention, he couldn't hide the tiredness on his face after a long period of running around.
However, compared to the anxiety at first, the elderly priest looked a lot better now.
He received a report from Ryan's men.
Ryan was fine.
Atrina was fine.
Arya Outpost was fine too.
It was really Lady Thorn's blessing.
None of the things he worried about happened.
However, it didn't change his original thoughts: he wanted to turn Ryan's deeds into a poem and sing it down the generations. He wanted more people to know about Ryan, to know about his bravery and fearlessness.
So, he appeared in Gordor Land.
Gordor Land wasn't just the library of Yort Fields, it was also a place where many scholars and wandering poets gathered. If he wanted to spread a person's deeds, this place was undoubtedly the best place to do so.
Of course, some necessary procedures were necessary.
"Officiant Edersen, Archpriest, can you guarantee what you wrote down is the truth?"
A similarly white-haired, plainly dressed old man raised his head and put down the manuscript compiled by Anderson in his hand. He asked with a serious tone.
"I swear in the name of Lady Thorn, what I wrote is the truth, not a single word is off."
Edersen answered meticulously.
"Very well, I understand.
"I agree to your request."
The old man in plain clothes nodded.
"Thank you so much!"
Edersen said happily.
Beside him, the Temple Knight had already placed a box of gold coins in front of the elderly man.
This kind of singing wasn't free, it required a certain amount of funds.
Needless to say, the source of funds was the provider.
Maybe after many years, this kind of singing could become a spontaneous form.
But that was in the future.
Now?
The plainly dressed elderly counted the gold coins carefully and passed them to his apprentice.
"I will fulfill your request."
"Thank you very much."
"Nah, I should be the one thanking you."
After some courteous chit-chat, Edersen left in the carriage. The elderly priest didn't forget that he was heading north to search for Lady Thorn's temple.
Looking in the direction where the carriage disappeared, the old man in plain clothes laughed again.
He laughed coldly.
"Thank you very much!
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