Sivalka gathered a few of the more robust civilians.
"We can't trust them.
Before the church's people arrive, we can only rely on ourselves. "
Sivalka pointed at the guards outside the slums and lowered his voice.
"Mr. Sivalka, what should we do?"
The leader of the civilians also asked in a low voice.
They all saw Sivalka's performance last night. Other than the two lifesavers, Sivalka was the most trusted person among the civilians.
Plus Sivalka's mercenary identity, it was enough to convince them.
As for the guards of Castle Aïtantin?
They didn't show up last night.
Now they did.
What welcomed them was indifference and hostility.
Even kids knew these people were unreliable.
"We need to arrange patrols and sentries."
"I'll think of a way for weapons."
"Have any of you learned swordsmanship or combat?"
Sivalka asked.
Seeing everyone shaking their heads, Sivalka wasn't disappointed. It was expected. He asked again, "You know how to shoot, right?"
"Yes!"
This time, everyone nodded.
"That's good!"
"Now, follow my group."
"The few of you will form the patrols. Once the fourth shift falls, the few of you will be the fixed sentries …"
Sivalka arranged everything carefully.
He swore that he wasn't this attentive even when he was a mercenary.
But he didn't have any complaints.
Because …
After his heart was warmed once, the feeling was too good.
He didn't want to lose this warmth.
He almost lost it last night.
He was afraid.
He was scared.
He was almost in despair.
Fortunately, everything that was lost was regained.
Was there anything better than this?
Of course, it would be maintained.
Maintaining this warmth.
The protector's warmth.
Whoever dared to touch the warmth in his heart, he would make them completely cold.
After arranging the patrols and sentries, Sivalka glanced at the guards. A cold glint flashed across his eyes.
They said they were guarding the slums, but the formation of these people was completely guarding!
They were treating the people here like prisoners!
"Filthy people."
Sivalka thought to himself.
What happened last night was strange and sudden.
Until now, the War Shrine had remained silent.
The royal family also did not have a true explanation.
Sivalka wouldn't believe that there was nothing fishy about this.
Therefore, he needed the civilians here to protect him.
The best thing to do was to leave as soon as possible.
Because he couldn't guarantee that these people wouldn't fall into danger again.
Bait was a very good thing.
In particular, bait that could be used again and again would be extremely popular.
"Let's hope the Mist comes soon."
Sivalka thought, but he was already planning to contact the old Demon Hunter.
Compared to that young man, the two of them had a 'friendly' contact.
Of course, the most important thing was that the young one was too scary.
Not only did he display his strength, but his presence as well. Although he didn't really feel the presence, Sivalka couldn't help but feel weak in the knees when he looked at him.
He swore that even though he was the cowardly Sivalka, the only thing that could make him feel this way was the statue of the God of War in the War Shrine.
With that thought in mind, Sivalka once again expressed his astonishment towards the Snake school of the Demon Hunters.
He knew a little about the Snake school.
After the Black Cataclysm, the Wolf Sect Demon Hunters were almost wiped out. The Demon Hunters had been in hiding for a few decades and only showed themselves recently when the Silent Night Secret Order slaughtered the Wolf Sect's survivors.
Aside from the fact that the young man's patience was as scary as a snake's.
The young man's strength alone was enough to make people speculate.
He didn't think the young man could really compare to the God of War.
After all, the God of War was just a statue.
But the young man wasn't alone either!
Where were his companions?
A flock of sheep.
Lone Tiger.
How could there be weaklings around such a powerful person?
If the young man was this strong, how strong would his master be?
One needed to know that according to the Demon Hunter's tradition, those who were old but didn't die were the scariest and scariest. They weren't just experienced, they still had their strength, and they weren't afraid of death!
That's right, they weren't afraid of death!
Compared to dying in bed, they were more than willing to die on the battlefield.
Anyone would have a headache facing such an enemy.
"I'm afraid that's why the people in the Dark Hall are so quiet.
And that mutation … "
"It's faster than I thought.
What an eventful time! "
Sivalka sighed.
"Sighing will chase away good luck and attract bad luck!"
A tender female voice sounded behind him. Ellie walked over with a cup of hot water.
"Thank you.
That's a wise saying! "
Sivalka bent down and took the cup with a smile.
There were a lot of such sayings in the Northern Lands, but other than children, no one would believe them. And in Aïtantin Castle, even children wouldn't believe them.
"Mommy told me, mommy told me to be strong."
Ellie answered seriously.
Under the morning sun, the little girl stood before Kieran, her face reflecting the sunlight.
Her big eyes, which should be filled with innocence and innocence, were filled with sorrow.
"I'm sorry."
Sivalka said softly.
If he had come earlier, none of this would have happened.
But how could he change the past?
All he could do was cherish the present and change the future.
At least!
He wanted to change Ellie's fate.
The little girl reached out her palm and placed it on Sivalka's furrowed brows. Her bruised hand carefully reached out with her index and middle finger, smoothing out the bruises.
The pustules on her knuckles cracked as she exerted force and slid down her knuckles.
Sivalka's heart skipped a beat.
'Damn it!
How could I forget about this! '
Sivalka maintained his posture and forced the smile on his face to remain the same.
"It'll look better after smoothing it out."
Ellie smiled.
"Wait for me, Ellie.
I'll be back soon! "
Sivalka said as he returned the cup to Ellie and gestured to Eirinn who was in the distance.
Compared to her little sister, Eirinn was a lot more mature.
Besides, after experiencing the Divine Blessing last night, her body had an indescribable aura, as if she was really being watched by some great existence, intimidating anyone who laid eyes on her.
It was a kind of luck.
At least, no accidents would happen when he was away for a short while.
After getting Eirinn's confirmation, Sivalka left the slums and headed towards the Central Third Ring's commercial district.
Frostbite medicine was available in the Lower Fifth Ring but the effects were average. Not only did it take a long time to apply, but it would also cause pain when applied. The real effective frostbite medicine could only be found in the bigger shops in the Central Third Ring.
Sivalka suddenly frowned as he strode through the Lower Seventh Ring.
Someone was following him!
During his mercenary days, he had learned how to follow and counter follow.
And after he became a so-called Armed Executor, he had an even sharper sense of being seen and followed.
It didn't take much for him to notice when someone with ulterior motives glanced over him.
Just like now. Sivalka had goosebumps all over his neck.
"Who is it?
Someone from the Dark Hall?
Or someone from the royal family? "
Sivalka wondered.
Based on his understanding, the former shouldn't have the time to care about him.
As for the latter?
Before he had a clear understanding of the Mist religious sect's strength, he shouldn't make a move.
Then, all that was left was …
As thoughts swirled in his mind, Sivalka dashed into the alleyway behind the shop. He didn't dodge, standing there quietly.
If his guesses were correct, the person didn't have any direct malicious intent.
If his guesses were wrong, dodging would be useless.
It seemed like the person came prepared.
Dak, Dak, Dak.
Around 10 seconds later, a series of intentional footsteps sounded.
Wearing a dark-colored cotton robe, a cotton hat, and a scarf made of rabbit skin, a person who looked no different from most passersby appeared in Sivalka's sight.
Seeing Sivalka standing there, the other party was stunned for a moment before he laughed.
"Good morning, Deacon Sivalka."
The person accurately addressed Sivalka's name and position, indicating that he knew everything.
No doubt, the person wanted to take the initiative in this conversation.
Sivalka heaved a breath of relief.
He was right.
These people didn't have direct malicious intent.
Therefore, the initiative was naturally his!
"Good morning, are you Duke Valentin's man? Or the Little Viscount's man?
Or some other lord that I don't know of? "
Sivalka asked straightforwardly.
The person's breath stagnated.
The Valentin family name originated from Aïtantin II, one of the representatives of the traditional nobles. Not only did he come from an illustrious family, but he also had many private soldiers.
The Little Viscount's family name was a little later, appearing in the eyes of the northerners during the reign of Aïtantin IV, but it was enough to be remembered by the northerners because every single family head of the family was a famous general. They weren't just powerful themselves, they were also outstanding in commanding battles.
The two family names shared a common point.
The conservative party!
The conservative party that opposed the new policies of Aïtantin VI!
"You are much smarter than the information you got.
I hope you will still be smart in the upcoming conversation. "
The person wasn't upset that his identity was exposed, but the overbearing attitude made Sivalka uncomfortable.
Of course, it was also because Sivalka knew what the person was here for.
Other than the civilians in the slums of the Lower Seventh Ring who were protected by the Mist religious sect, who else could it be?
The king granted them 'protection'.
The conservative party that opposed the king from the start had to interfere.
"It's not that I'm smart or not.
It's that I'm powerless. "
Sivalka shrugged.
"But the information we got is different. You are close with Eirinn and Ellie, and Eirinn even became the one to talk to the Mist directly. So, all you need to do is maintain your current relationship. Of course, as a trade, we are willing to give you …"
The person was talking to himself, not noticing that Sivalka's eyes had turned cold.
Kakroom!
Suddenly, a series of thunderclaps outside the city gate interrupted the person's words.
"Damn it, those crazy bastards from the War Shrine, are they going to cause trouble this soon?"
It seemed like the person knew something, he turned around and cursed softly.
The person didn't notice the person behind him, he was approaching Sivalka step by step.
Puk!
A cold glare grazed the person's neck.
The person covered his neck and turned around to Sivalka in disbelief.
He didn't understand why Sivalka dared to make a move.
He already mentioned Eirinn and Ellie.
Shouldn't Sivalka be more cautious in his actions?
Could it be that Sivalka wasn't that close with the two sisters?
Sivalka coldly wiped the blood off his dagger on the person's cotton robe.
"You people really think you can control everything?
No wonder that person doesn't care about you people.
You didn't even get a clear picture of the situation and you just popped out like that, you will get yourself killed! "
As he spoke, Sivalka looked towards the city gate. Although he forced himself to calm down, Sivalka's body couldn't help but tremble in excitement.
'Dense Fog' actually won!
The situation was completely opened!
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