Could he fail his main mission?
Pol was stunned at Kieran's question before he understood Kieran's plan.
Pol wasn't an idiot.
After Kieran mentioned Broker, he had some guesses in his mind.
Obviously, the voice from before should be from that famous figure in the big city.
It wasn't that hard to guess.
The real problem was what Broker wanted to use him for.
But no matter what, as long as Kieran died, everything would be over.
Broker's goal would definitely fail.
As for Kieran?
He could also return the favor to Kieran.
Pol spoke when the thought popped up in his mind.
"Sure."
Pol tried his best to reply with a normal tone.
Deep in his heart, Pol sighed.
If he could really fail this mission, he wouldn't have to struggle like this. This was a mission that would cost him his life if he failed, but at least his death would be worth it, wouldn't it?
Unknowingly, Pol didn't feel fear in the face of death, instead, he felt a sense of ridicule.
He suddenly realized that he could face death calmly.
Death didn't seem that scary anymore.
Was it because she had seen the light in Kieran before?
Pol wondered in his heart.
"Just kill me."
Then you can fail the mission right away. "
Pol said straightforwardly.
Then, he suddenly realized Kieran was sizing him up with a strange gaze. Then …
Pak!
A slap landed on his face.
Instantly, the shame and grievance rose up in his heart.
"What are you doing?"
Pol shouted.
"Nothing, you were just affected by the wicked aura around you, so I slapped you awake.
Are you awake now? "
Kieran asked calmly.
Awake?
Pol was stunned. He tried his best to shake his head, his face looking horrified all of a sudden.
'What's going on?
'Although I owe this man a favor, why would I pay with my life?
'This … This …'
'Me just now …'
Is it still me?
When he scrolled through the system notification and found nothing, Pol raised his head and looked at Kieran with a hint of shock on his face.
"That place is not omnipotent."
"There are also things that exceed his expectations."
Kieran carefully replaced the word 'big city' with something else, and then turned his gaze towards the evil presence that normal people could not see. "They're more dangerous than they look."
"Are you not afraid of death anymore?"
Kieran turned his head and asked.
"Yes!"
"Not only am I not afraid of death, I feel that such a death is a release for me."
"It's something with a sense of mission and honor."
Borl nodded, his expression filled with lingering fear.
The unknown always made people feel fear.
Especially when something familiar becomes strange.
"When I was in Mozaar, I also felt these things, but they didn't affect me."
"Is there something wrong with this forest?"
Pol asked.
"Maybe there's something wrong with this forest, or maybe there's something special about Mozaar that you were in.
Or … "
"It's that the evil presence is getting stronger!
It's starting to bewitch people's hearts! "
Kieran's calm reply made Borl gasp coldly. As a qualified lone wolf, he knew very well that if it was as Kieran said, how hard would it be for him to move forward in this world?
A force field that could affect one's spirit without them knowing and grow stronger by the second. Pol's scalp started to tingle.
"What now?"
Pol asked out of instinct.
"Follow your plan."
Kieran didn't answer like that.
When he asked Pol if he could fail the mission, Kieran really wanted to use his own method to fail the mission, but right after that, Kieran realized that it wasn't a good idea.
If it was someone else, it might work.
However, Kieran didn't forget that his opponent was Broker.
Given how that bastard Broker behaved, he would surely think of the most direct and clean way to deal with the situation.
At the same time, he would surely have his own arrangements.
Kieran was sure that if he really chose to kill Pol, something bad would happen to him.
If Kieran chose not to kill Borl or disrupt Borl's main mission, it wouldn't end well either because it was Broker's will to begin with.
Broker didn't want Pol to die.
Broker needed Pol to complete some kind of mission for him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent so much effort to set up so many traps.
The dilemma didn't make Kieran lose his composure.
Kieran, who had been through a lot of difficulties, wasn't scared at all. In fact, he was a little eager to try.
Kieran knew he had the upper hand now!
An accidental sabotage gave him the upper hand!
What he needed to do now was to understand this world better in the upcoming period of time, search for Broker's real goal, and from there, disrupt Broker's plan and expand his advantage.
To do so, he needed Pol as the catalyst.
In simple words, Pol needed to stay alive and complete his goal according to his own thoughts.
As for Kieran?
Kieran wanted to locate Broker's goal during this process.
Was it the Aïtantin royal family?
Or Aïtantin's religion?
Or something else?
Kieran would slowly figure it out.
Borl went silent and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
He didn't know what Kieran really wanted but he knew if Kieran really wanted to kill him, he could only wait for his death. There was no other way.
Even if he brought his bodyguards with him, they wouldn't be a match for Kieran.
Compared to Kieran, those bastards who blocked the way were nothing.
And judging from the situation, this Flaming Devil seems to want to travel with me. Then … I don't have to worry about my safety anymore, right?
Pol who came back to his senses showed delight on his face.
The delight was noticed by Ash Kano who had just returned from cleaning up the battlefield.
"Mr. Pol, are you happy about our spoils of war?"
The tall, buff bodyguard was carrying bundles of swords and muskets, his face had an unconcealable smile.
According to the contract, he would have a share of the spoils of war.
"Of course!
Come, let me check on our spoils of war! "
Pol didn't explain, he smiled and started to count the spoils of war.
"These swords and knives are not too shabby, if they are equipped with scabbards and scabbards, they can be sold in a second tier shop. These muskets too, although they lack proper maintenance, selling them for 1 Gold Purton won't be a problem. Do you have any armors or horses?"
Pol quickly got into the zone and started to evaluate the spoils of war before him.
"Nope.
"The few warhorses we had were already affected by the battle."
The same goes for the armors. "
Ash Kano shook his head.
"That's a pity.
Come, Mr. Ash Kano, wrap these spoils of war with our linoleum and place them on top of the wagon. After we enter Sicar, they will be turned into shiny Gold Purton. Don't worry, you will have a share, it will be enough for you to change into a sturdy armor. "
Pol sighed but he didn't forget about his contract.
With Pol's promise, the bodyguards were even more motivated.
When the bodyguards started to move the spoils of war, Pol looked at Kieran respectfully.
"Of course, you will get the biggest share."
Pol said.
Regardless of whether Kieran wanted it or not, Pol thought Kieran should treat him with the same attitude.
Kieran turned back to the wagon without further comment.
When Borl took two quick steps to open the car door, the flames on the pile of oiled corpses began to spread.
Thick smoke rose up to the sky.
The blazing flame devoured everything.
The pine trees in the area were chopped down by Ash Kano and the seemingly reckless bodyguard purposely cleared an empty space, so it wouldn't start a fire.
Sitting in the wagon, Kieran looked out the window when they passed by the blazing fire.
The fire was burning fiercely.
The gray mist wasn't affected at all, it was still shrouding the fire like a big mist.
Even …
It was getting denser.
"Although there isn't any negative energy, will death strengthen the pagans?"
Kieran thought to himself.
Almost instinctively, he thought of Lady Calamity.
After all, based on what Pol said, Lady Calamity was the one who caused more deaths.
Was she related to the pagans?
Guessing in his heart, Kieran scanned the interior of the wagon.
The wagon was a four-wheeled traveling wagon, so the interior was very spacious. There weren't just tables and chairs facing each other, there was also a small table attached to the side of the wagon.
The small table was opened up and a pot of heated tea was placed on top of it.
The pot was made of metal and the teacups were made of the same material. The teacups were placed on top of a palm-sized stove and boiling noises came from the pot.
Pol cut the tea bricks the size of a fingernail and tossed them into the pot. He then added two spoonfuls of honey and a couple of green plums.
A minute later, when Pol placed a couple of pastries on a plate, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Kieran before pouring one for himself.
"Sir Corin, please have a taste.
This is a popular tea among the nobles of Aïtantin Castle, I learned it from the War Shrine.
The pastries are from the best bakery in Mozaar. "
Pol introduced the pastries to Kieran.
Kieran's love for food had never changed and he never stopped trying.
He took a sip of the tea. It was warm, sour and sweet, and it tasted pretty good.
The pastries weren't soft enough, even a little rough, but it wasn't hard to swallow. The sweetness was out of his expectations, as if the whole pastries were supported by sugar.
Kieran took another sip of tea to ease the sweetness in his mouth.
"The tea is nice."
Kieran was being honest.
As for the pastries?
He wouldn't comment.
Then, he instinctively thought of the biscuits and pastries that Starbeck baked.
Quietly, Kieran pushed the plate of pastries towards Pol.
"You don't like sweet things?"
Pol grabbed two pastries and tossed them into his mouth, chewing as he asked.
"Everything has to be in moderation.
Once it's over, it'll be hard to accept. "
Kieran didn't answer directly, instead, he said it in a roundabout way — because it was considered food.
"Then you might not be able to enjoy the delicacies of Aïtantin Castle. The sweeter the food, the more popular it is. Even the roasted meat is marinated with sugar, especially some of the royal dishes, they are famous for their sweetness in the Northern Land."
Pol said in a regretful tone.
As he spoke, Pol ate a few more pastries.
It seemed like Pol was a person who really liked sweets.
When there was only one dessert left, Pol knocked on the window behind him.
Dok, Dok, Dok.
"Mr. Ash Kano, would you like a dessert before breakfast?"
The wooden window was opened, revealing the bodyguard's smile.
"This is exactly what I need."
The bodyguard didn't take the plate, instead, he tossed the dessert into his mouth. Compared to Pol, the bodyguard was enjoying the dessert, Kieran even heard the bodyguard licking his fingers.
The bodyguard didn't even wash his hands from the start of the battle.
Before the wagon departed, he even went to the toilet.
Kieran didn't want to dwell on the problem that would affect his appetite, so he knocked on the table and attracted Pol's attention.
"You are ready to integrate into the high society of Aïtantin Castle?"
Kieran asked.
Of course, there were some hidden messages that only Pol could understand.
"It's not that easy!
I bought my dukeship with money, although I got the king's approval, it's hard for the traditional nobles to acknowledge me.
Even if someone introduced me into that circle, I'll still be looked down upon.
Even if those who look down on me have squandered their ancestral fortune and are in debt, it's the same because they have a glorious ancestral history that can be traced back to Aïtantin II or even further. "
Pol smiled bitterly and explained to Kieran.
"It's hard, but not impossible."
Kieran asked the question that piqued his interest.
"Mm.
"If … I had a piece of land!"
Even if it's just a village!
I'll change my current situation completely. "
Pol nodded, not hiding anything.
In the Northern Lands, the biggest advantage of the nobles was their land. Plantations after plantations could produce all sorts of crops endlessly, it was considered one of the nobles' glory.
"Can I have it?"
Kieran asked.
"I'm not sure yet.
"I've found some ways."
But I still lack a real understanding. I can't be sure if that person is reliable or not. Likewise, he is also testing me. "
Pol lowered his voice and tried to speak in a volume that only Kieran could hear.
"Ever since Aïtantin II acknowledged that private land was sacred and inviolable, but the king still has the right to supervise it, it wasn't rare for the nobles to sell their land to each other, but only the nobles. Commoners didn't even dare to think about it. Some fallen nobles would rather starve to death than sell their land to commoners because even if they did, they wouldn't be able to live. The king's guards would arrest them, strip them of everything and hang them outside the city walls."
"Of course, the one who bought the land would also be hanged, and the land would belong to the royal family!"
"At first, there were still some who took the risk, but after Aïtantin II hung his own uncle, no one dared to do it."
"Other than rebellion, the royal family of Aïtantin has zero tolerance for the noble's land sales."
"So, if I want to buy the land, I need a legitimate noble identity, and I'm not the only one who thinks so."
Kieran nodded slightly.
He had a general understanding of the current dungeon world.
He also had a better understanding of Pol's situation.
At least, his competitors wouldn't want to see such a scene.
They would try their best to stop Pol.
That was how the robbers and spies from before came to Kieran.
Besides, those people wouldn't give up easily.
Kieran looked up at the roof of the carriage.
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