As for Lady Calamity, Kieran didn't have much of an impression of her.
In fact, not only Kieran, the natives of this world had a blurry impression of Lady Calamity as well. All they knew was that the Black Cataclysm was somehow related to her.
But other than that, there was nothing else.
Powerful, mysterious, unknown.
From the natives' point of view, it was fear and terror.
But from Kieran's point of view, it was suspicious.
Plus Broker's existence, the suspicions had risen to a level that couldn't be ignored anymore.
"Is the so-called Lady Calamity related to that bastard Broker?"
Kieran wondered.
He tapped his fingers on the table softly again.
It was an instinctive action when he was deep in thought.
In the yard outside the room, Pol had finished inspecting the wagon and was calling his bodyguard, Ash, Kano.
"Ash, we don't need that much wine.
"Food!"
Food is what we should be concerned about.
It's not easy to buy enough food from Sicar to Castle Aïtantin, especially in this harsh winter. "
Pol emphasized.
Kieran's appearance messed up all his plans, some good and some bad.
The good thing was, Kieran was safer.
The bad thing was, he might need a wagon to carry the food.
He couldn't afford the expenses at the moment.
As for the reward for the spoils of war?
Khorów was a man of his word, so he gave it to Kieran.
The captive was much more valuable than he thought. Together with the swords and muskets, Khorów gave him a total of 800 Gold Purton. It was more than enough to buy a wagon with two horses.
Unfortunately, he had to give 90% of the Gold Purton to Kieran.
As for the remaining 10%, half of it was Ash Kano's.
The rest was Kieran's.
The amount of money was not enough to buy a long-distance wagon. In fact, it was far from enough to buy a single traveling wagon.
Besides, replenishing the supplies would cost money as well.
Therefore, he could only think of a solution in his carriage.
Fortunately, this carriage was specially chosen for a long journey. Not only was the carriage spacious and warm, but the roof was also extremely sturdy. Even four or five adults wouldn't have any problems stepping on it. There were also two independent brackets at the back of the carriage, which could be used to store items. All he needed to do was to tie them up with ropes.
Now, what Pol did was to place the dried meat and bread that he had just bought on the roof of the carriage, and some other less important items on the rack at the back of the carriage. Then, he checked the safety and reliability of the items.
Ash Kano, who had just returned from the War Shrine, helped with the moving.
"Done."
After securing the items on the shelves with ropes, Pol gently clapped his hands. Looking at the cart full of food, he let out a sigh of relief.
Before this, Pol's impression of Kieran was that he was strong, trustworthy, and cold.
But now, in front of this impression, there was the word 'gluttonous'.
Regarding this point, Ash Kanuo also deeply experienced it.
Because he was hungry again at night.
'Child, the world is so big.'
'There is always someone better than you out there.'
'You must be careful.'
Unknowingly, he recalled his foster father's words.
Never before had he felt that his adoptive father was right.
He must eat before Kieran in the future, otherwise, he would starve to death one day.
In order not to starve to death, Ash Kanuo started to consider whether he should buy more food with the bounty he just got.
Pol didn't care about the bodyguard who was in deep thoughts, he took out a box filled with Gold Purton from the carriage and headed to Kieran's room.
Dok, Dok Dok.
"Come in."
After knocking on the door, Pol carried the box in after getting a reply.
"Sir Corin, I've just received the bounty, a total of 800 Gold Purton, and this is your 720 Gold Purton."
Pol placed the box on the table.
"That bounty hunter is much more valuable than we thought.
He must have committed some crimes before, that's why he was rewarded handsomely. "
Pol said as he opened the box.
Under the kerosene lamp, the unique radiance of Gold Purton made Kieran squint his eyes, joy flashing over his eyes.
Gold coins always made Kieran happy.
Even though sometimes, they were just numbers.
But the increase of numbers was also a happy thing, wasn't it?
"Thank you."
Kieran said slowly as he was in a good mood.
"It's my duty.
Sir Corin, we will depart tomorrow morning, is there anything else you need me to do? "
Pol asked.
"No, good night."
Kieran shook his head.
Although Pol shared the same identity as him, there were some things that Kieran would never tell Pol.
It was because both of them weren't close enough, and it was also because of confidentiality.
Before figuring out the situation at hand, he didn't want to have anything to do with the God of Mist.
Therefore, even if he had to make an extra trip tomorrow night, Kieran wouldn't say anything.
"Then, good night.
"Have a sweet dream."
Pol smiled and walked out of the room. He told Ash and Kano to check the gate before he went back to his room.
Soon, the whole courtyard quieted down.
A while later, the noises in the hotel next door also quieted down.
After a busy day, not many people could stay up late at night. Even those night owls had to think about the next day's work, hence choosing to sleep early.
The whole of Sicar was the same.
Work at sunrise, rest at sunset, the cycle repeated. Even the city that was connected to Mozaar and Aïtantin Castle was no exception.
Other than the necessary patrols, the whole city fell into a deep slumber.
However, the study room of the viscount's mansion in Sicar was an exception.
The viscount of Sicar was thin with a ruddy face. His hair was white, but he was in high spirits. He was wiping the two-handed sword in his hand with a piece of red velvet cloth.
The blade was 1.5 meters long, as wide as a palm, and extremely thick. The hilt was as thick as the shaft of a spear, and the counterweight was the size of an adult's fist. It was pitch-black and translucent, like a small flail.
The two-handed sword was undoubtedly very heavy, but in the thin viscount's hand, it felt like it was nothing, as if he was playing with a twig.
However, a twig would not make the lord of Sicar treat it so seriously.
The viscount was wiping his weapon inch by inch.
His eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation.
How could he not be excited?
How could he not be?
The plan that he had been planning for a long time was finally coming to fruition.
The pagans that defiled the land were going to be wiped out and the whole of Sicar would welcome the light of dawn, returning to the embrace of the God of War and basking in the glory.
The thought of the excitement made the viscount of Sicar clench his sword tightly. He performed a vertical slash and a straight stab.
There weren't any special moves, just the basics of swordsmanship.
However, given the basics, a fierce aura spread out from the study room.
The fog-like pagans that couldn't be seen by the naked eye were getting more active.
They quietly approached the viscount of Sicar.
The viscount didn't notice any of it though.
He felt the viscount was getting stronger, even stronger than when he was young.
"Thank you for your gift."
The viscount of Sicar prayed softly after he finished the whole set of basic swordsmanship.
Then, he calmed down and waited patiently.
Half an hour later, a middle-aged man as buff as a city wall quietly appeared in the study room. Although he was wearing plate armor and metal boots, he didn't make a single sound.
The viscount of Sicar wasn't surprised though.
He didn't show any hostility either.
Quite the opposite, he welcomed the man.
"Welcome, Sincavolt."
The viscount didn't follow the noble's etiquette, opening his arms and embracing the bishop like a warrior.
The bishop of Sicar responded to the viscount with the same courtesy.
"Did it go well?"
The viscount asked.
"Mm.
More or less. "
Sincavolt answered.
More or less?
The viscount was stunned, but since he knew the bishop's personality, he didn't press further, waiting patiently.
As expected, in the next moment, the bishop continued to speak.
"The Mist is much more cunning than we thought.
It hid itself and wanted to reap the benefits from the fisherman's side.
If it wasn't for His Majesty's revelation, all our efforts would have gone to waste. "
The bishop then prayed to the God of War. The viscount followed suit. After the prayers, the viscount of Sicar lowered his voice and asked, "Will it be a problem?"
"No."
The bishop shook his head at the worried viscount.
He said in an affirmative tone.
"It might be a problem if it hides in the dark.
But if we notice it, it won't be a problem anymore.
The only pity is … "
"Acker."
The bishop's face turned gloomy when he mentioned the recruit's name.
"He is a great young lad, just like Carl.
They should have a bright future ahead of them, but for the glory of God, they had to sacrifice themselves.
When everything ends, I will tell the people what happened in my name.
They are heroes, they shouldn't be buried. "
Viscount Sicar said seriously.
"Mm."
The bishop nodded his head heavily.
"Not just Acker and Hill, everyone else who sacrificed themselves this time will receive the treatment they deserve — I assure you of that."
Viscount Sicar emphasized.
"I believe you will keep your word, but we should keep the sacrifices to a minimum."
The bishop reminded his ally.
"You are talking about the curfew?
Won't it alert the enemy? "
Viscount Sicar frowned.
"It won't.
Believe me, Carl's disappearance is worth your effort.
Close the city gates during the day, allowing people in but not out, and a curfew at night is normal. After all, Carl is your sister's son — those pagans are bloodthirsty and inhumane, but they have their own intellect, they will make the right judgment. "
The bishop said in an affirmative tone.
"Very well, I'll arrange it."
The viscount nodded.
Another round of conversation ensued, and more than 10 minutes later, the two of them stood up and bade each other farewell.
"May God be with you."
"May God be with you."
After blessing each other, the viscount gripped his sword tightly, the mist-like wicked aura around him getting more lively.
The bishop, who left the study room, looked stiff, his eyes gleaming with scarlet red.
…
"What?!
The city gates are closed?
Only allowing people in but not out? "
At sunrise, when Pol had just finished washing up and was ready to leave, she got the terrible news from the hotel owner, Khorów.
"Khorów, you aren't lying to me, are you?"
Pol looked at Lagren with a doubtful gaze.
It wasn't that she didn't trust Lagren, but she had never heard of Sicar being closed.
The last time the city gates were closed was during the Black Cataclysm.
"Pol, you have to believe me, I want you all to leave more than you think!
Every time I see that Corin, I feel like I'm in big trouble.
And my instinct is very accurate most of the time! "
Lagren scratched his head in distress. The few remaining strands of hair on his head stood up stubbornly, making him look even balder.
Especially under the morning sun, it was very bright.
He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.
The feeling grew stronger and stronger.
However, his mouth was still explaining the situation.
He was explaining to Pol and comforting himself at the same time.
"Viscount Sicar's relative, Captain Carl, was killed.
He was loved by the viscount's uncle, and now that he's dead, the viscount will surely get to the bottom of this.
But the viscount won't seal off Sicar for long, three days at most.
"Three days later, you can leave this place."
Don't worry, I won't hold you up. "
Lagren knew a thing or two about what Pol wanted to do.
He didn't have any comments on the matter.
He was already a retired man.
No matter how illustrious his identity was, living the rest of his life in peace was the best choice.
"Three days?"
Pol furrowed his brows tightly.
Three days wouldn't hold him up, but it would make his plan even more tense.
He might even have to rearrange everything.
"Is the communication in the War Shrine still working?"
Pol asked.
"Of course.
The viscount won't affect the War Shrine.
He is a devoted believer, he will never think Carl's death is related to the War Shrine. "
Khorów said.
"I'll go to the War Shrine for a bit.
I'll leave Sir Corin's breakfast for you to prepare. "
Pol then took out 5 Gold Purton and placed it in Lagren's hand before he ran out.
"Leave it to me."
Lagren smiled at the Gold Purton in his hand.
If every guest was as easygoing as Pol, he would surely live to a ripe old age.
Of course, none of the guests could be like Kieran.
Lagren frowned when he thought about the feeling Kieran gave him.
However, it didn't stop him from ordering the kitchen to prepare more food.
So, after Kieran washed up, a big pot of milk, toast, sausages, and vegetables appeared in the room.
Steaming hot milk.
Toasted bread with wheat aroma.
The unique meat aroma and the fresh vegetable aroma combined, lifting Kieran's spirits after a sleepless night.
Just when he picked up a piece of bread and wanted to put the sausages and vegetables into it, [Lord of Mist] in his arms suddenly jumped.
Unconsciously, Kieran frowned.
What he hated the most was being interrupted when he was eating.
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