Pol didn't notice anything unusual when the wagon entered Sicar's territory.
In the end, he concluded that he wasn't sharp enough.
He believed Kieran must have noticed something.
Then, he temporarily tossed the thought to the back of his mind because a group of riders arrived beside their wagon.
It was a group of 50 riders, all wearing metal breastplates, muskets on their backs, longswords, and a crossbow at the side of the saddle. They were armed to the teeth and looked ferocious.
On the breastplate was the family emblem of the viscount of Sicar's longsword and above it was the emblem of the War Shrine, a bloodstained burning longsword.
The viscount of Sicar was a devoted believer of the War Shrine, so his family emblem was under the War Shrine's emblem.
"Good morning, sir."
The leader of the riders greeted Pol politely, his eyes glancing over Ash, Kano, the spoils of war and the captives on top of the wagon. There was vigilance and envy in his eyes.
Vigilance came from battle.
Envy also came from battle.
'Battle makes us strong and rich, but it also brings death — the famous saying of the War Shrine was engraved in the hearts of the northerners.
"Good morning, sir."
Pol pushed the wagon door open and walked down. He didn't take off his fur coat, instead clenching his right fist and tapping his chest.
The War Shrine's etiquette lowered the vigilance in the leader's eyes. When Pol took out his, his bodyguard's, and Kieran's identification, the leader's expression softened.
Then, when Pol took out a bottle of wine and passed it to the leader, the leader's face already showed a smile.
"Self-brewed wine from Mozaar."
Pol smiled.
"Fur and wine, Mozaar's the best!"
The leader said with a smile. He then lowered his voice and said, "Sicar hasn't been peaceful lately, there are always some bastards looking for trouble. Try to get to the city during the day and when you enter, say you are Carl's friend, they will treat you with the respect you deserve."
"Thank you, Sir Carl."
Pol hammered his chest again. A small bag of coins slid out from his sleeve and hung on the saddle of the leader stealthily.
The other party smiled and returned the greeting. After lightly hammering his chest, the group of cavalrymen continued in the direction where the carriage came from.
After Borl saw the riders off, he returned to the carriage.
"Thank you, Father Mona. If he didn't give me a few more pieces of identification, we would have been in trouble just now."
"The riders of Sicar wouldn't simply move out, something must have happened around here."
Pol said softly and looked at Kieran.
Pol believed that Kieran should know about this.
After all, the Flaming Devil had discovered something earlier.
As for them killing the robbers and drawing out the cavalry of Sicar?
Stop joking.
If that was really the case, the cavalry just now wouldn't have been so polite.
Facing Pol's gaze, Kieran calmly picked up the teacup.
Kieran had some guesses as to what had happened.
But he wouldn't tell Pol.
Or anyone else.
Anything related to the Gods should be kept in one's mind. Any words should be buried in one's heart. It was the safest choice, wasn't it?
As for facing the Gods?
It wasn't necessary for the time being.
What Kieran needed now was more information.
More so, his most outstanding, cost-effective, fearless, and adaptable men had gone to 'contact' the Gods. Kieran believed he would get some news soon.
Since Kieran didn't say, Pol dared not ask.
"Let's continue on our way.
Hurry up! "
Pol tapped on the window behind him and emphasized.
"Yes, Mr. Pol.
We will reach Sicar before sunset. I'll go to the War Shrine and write a letter to Old Mona, telling him about the extra earnings from this trip. He should be able to get himself a new leather coat and stock up more meat. "
Ash Kano said.
The wagon then moved a lot faster.
Father Mona, Ash Kano's foster father, the priest of the Mozaar War Shrine, the only clergyman recognized by the Aïtantin Castle War Shrine, a decent little old man.
Kieran heard Pol mention him before.
According to Pol, Kieran received a lot of help from Mona, not just from his powerful bodyguard, Ash Kano, but also some pointers during the early stages of the war.
Of course, it also included the identification.
In the Northern Land, nothing was better than the identification of the War Shrine.
Even the royal court of Aïtantin was not as good as the War Shrine, let alone the lords.
The identification of the lords allowed one to move freely within their territory, but if one wanted to leave their territory, one had to be careful. It was best not to go to a hostile or hostile territory.
Otherwise, one would only be asking for trouble.
Pol had expected it, so he got the War Shrine identification through Mona's connections, and for the sake of safety, Pol even prepared a few more.
Kieran took the identification from Pol.
There was no picture, but it was a sketch. Below it was a name and a simple description: Corin, young man, black hair and black eyes.
The sketch was done in a rush by Pol.
The drawing was quite decent. It couldn't be said to be lifelike, but it basically matched Kieran's current appearance.
"Sir Corin, it's best if you carry it with you at all times.
The identity checks here are stricter than expected. 'Although God has temporarily withdrawn his gaze, we should continue to watch over the evil in the world on behalf of God'. The believers of the War Shrine and Lady Calamity carry out this rule with their own actions.
I also want the lords of other lands to do the same.
After all, they don't want anything strange to happen in their territory. "
Pol reminded Kieran before he put a few more charcoal into the stove.
Winter in the Northern Land was very cold, especially at the borders of Mozaar, the Land of Sicar, and the imperial capital, Castle Aïtantin. If given a choice, most of the nobles would spend the winter in Rivia, including the royal family.
But not this year.
Because of the decree that Aïtantin VI had just announced.
Kieran leaned back in his seat and tried to listen to Pol's description in a comfortable position.
He realized the reason why Pol and Lawless could get along so well was because both of them had the same trait: talkative.
Lawless was the obvious type, he could talk non-stop no matter where he was.
Pol was the hidden type, he maintained his silence in the big city, and once he entered the dungeon world, he couldn't control himself.
This time was no exception.
As the wagon moved forward, Pol didn't stop his narration in the warm carriage.
"After the Black Cataclysm, strange things started to happen all over the Northern Land. When I first came here, I heard the same thing. My ears kept raving, day and night. I can guarantee it wasn't an illusion or a spirit, but I didn't know what it was. I couldn't sleep for three days straight. In the end, I went to the War Shrine and found Father Mona. With the priest's help, I was able to escape from the predicament. Sir Corin, do you know what it was?"
"Also, at the border of Mozaar, the first time I followed a caravan across the border. When we were camping at night, I heard the murmurs again. It was more obvious than before. Fortunately, I had the 'Rune of Blessing' that Father Mona gave me. That night, I held the rune tightly. When the sun rose, the murmurs disappeared. Everyone in the caravan, except for me, was gone. They left all the goods behind and disappeared just like that."
"And … and …"
Borl's story continued.
Among them, the frequency of the blessing runes given by Father Mona was quite high.
It even acted as a life-saving tool every time. It piqued Kieran's curiosity.
"Can I have a look at the rune?"
Kieran asked.
"Of course."
Pol didn't reject and took the rune out.
It was a pebble the size of a palm and there were many lines drawn on it. It was hard to tell what the lines formed. It was a mess but there was a certain pattern to it.
It wasn't ugly either.
However, when Kieran saw it, he felt … disgusted.
Even, with a hint of disgust.
That's right, disgusted and disgusted.
There wasn't any danger.
There wasn't even a bit of malicious intent.
However, it felt like a big pile of excrement appeared in front of Kieran and there were flies flying on it. The disgusting and disgusting feeling rose in Kieran's heart.
Frowning, Kieran leaned back.
"Sir Corin, would you like to have a look at it yourself?"
Pol asked as he passed the rune to Kieran.
"No."
"Please keep it safe."
"I can feel how extraordinary it is."
Kieran said in a straightforward manner.
"Of course!
Father Mona said that as long as I don't do anything out of line when I run into something strange, it will guarantee my safety. "
After getting Kieran's affirmation, Borl cherished the rune in his hand even more. He raised his hand to touch the rune carefully before putting it away in his pocket like a precious treasure.
Kieran's reaction made Kieran move his teacup a little further away from Kieran.
He didn't want his teacup to touch Kieran again.
But …
Kieran had touched it before.
Unknowingly, Kieran felt disgusted. He held back the thought of using Devil Flame to purify Kieran and controlled his thoughts to spread out.
When Pol saw Kieran thinking, he wisely kept his mouth shut and continued to add charcoal to the heater to make the carriage warmer.
The warmth in the carriage during winter made Kieran's thoughts run wild.
He first confirmed one thing: the world had changed because of the Black Cataclysm.
No doubt in this world with Gods, the changes in the world were the changes among the Gods.
The authority of the old Gods was being challenged.
The new Gods were growing stronger day by day.
Among the new Gods, some unknown and strange beings took the chance to sneak in.
It might be the Demon.
It might be the Devil.
It might even be the Devil.
It might even be … a human!
They began to create chaos, hoping to gain more benefits. No matter what kind of existence they were, all of them kept a close eye on their own territories. Not only were they extremely nervous, but they were also testing each other. Because of this, when he activated some of the 'alarms', some existences quickly responded to it.
Kieran was no longer a newbie anymore, so he quickly came up with a conclusion.
Then, he squinted his eyes.
"What are those wicked mist-like things?"
Kieran muttered in his heart.
Common people couldn't see them, so they were categorized as Transcendents.
However, in this world with Gods, the most direct and easiest way for Transcendents to connect to the Gods was to connect to them.
"That gaze came from the War Shrine?"
Kieran was unsure of the answer.
Because those wicked mist-like things made it hard for one to connect to the God of War, even the evil butcher God of War who enjoyed slaughtering was the same.
There wasn't the trial of blood and fire in the battlefield, there wasn't even the presence of a battle.
All there was was a sense of strangeness.
It matched the feeling of Lady Calamity very well.
"Is it her?"
Kieran wondered. He once again thought of the fully-armed riders from before.
If it was really Lady Calamity, the battle here would be much fiercer than he imagined.
When one side made a move, the other side would retaliate.
"Have they reached the point where they are like fire and water?"
Kieran crossed his arms and rested his elbows on the table, covering his nose and mouth.
He was thinking whether Broker had something to do with this.
So, he gave a new order to Bloody Mary, who had gone underground: participate.
…
"Participate?
"I'm just an evil spirit. I'm not a god!"
My kind, great, vast, powerful boss, can you let me live a normal life? "
Hiding under the ground, Bloody Mary tried to avoid the gaze, praying.
Kieran's answer was straightforward.
"No.
Demons aren't humans, they can't live. "
The straightforward words made Bloody Mary want to cry out loud.
It wasn't a human, but it should have human rights, right?
24 hours a day, 7 days a week, all year round, not to mention the fact that it didn't get a single cent of salary or bonus. Aside from that, it should at least get some respect, right?
At least show some respect, right?
This was too much of a bully!
If I don't do something, I'm not a demon! '
"Hurry up and get to work."
Kieran's calm voice echoed in Bloody Mary's mind again.
"Very well.
"At your service, my boss!"
Bloody Mary bowed respectfully and went into action right away.
As for the words in its heart just now?
What was in its heart? Was it just joking?
Of course, not all of it was joking.
At least, it was doing its best to complete the task entrusted to it by its boss.
When Bloody Mary sensed that the gaze was about to disappear, it suddenly revealed itself. Its face was pale, as if it had suffered a backlash. Bloody Mary's body was bulging left and right, as if something was hiding in its body and was about to burst out. Anyone who saw Bloody Mary's face would never doubt that it was going through some kind of huge change.
Despite that, Bloody Mary was still running at full speed.
The moment it came out from the ground, it chased after the wagon.
In that direction, the cavalrymen were getting closer and closer.
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