It was four in the afternoon, and the whole Aïtantin Castle was warm and cozy.
Only then would the Northerners take off their thick scarves to feel the wind.
Of course, it was only in the city. If they were in the wilderness, the wind would still be uncomfortable.
Pol opened the window for a breath of fresh air.
He changed into a splendid outfit, which he had prepared for himself in advance. It was fitting and decent, so he would not lose face, but it was not ostentatious either. In order to complete the main quest, no amount of advance preparation was too much.
Beside him, his bodyguard, Ash also changed into a new outfit.
It was the traditional Knight uniform of the Northern Lands.
It was simple and clean.
The belt around his waist allowed him to carry a longsword, shortsword, and on his back was another belt for heavy swords and other weapons.
However, Ash's halberd was a little too heavy.
The belt was useless, so he could only carry it in his hand.
Besides, the Knight uniform made it hard for him to breathe, so he unconsciously pulled his collar.
"Ash!"
Pol shouted before his bodyguard could raise his hand.
Pol had to explain again when he saw the innocent face of his bodyguard.
"We are going to the king's banquet!
"Appearance is a very important factor!"
This is very important to me, and I won't allow any mistakes, understand? "
Borl sounded unusually serious when he emphasized the last part of the sentence.
"Okay."
Faced with such a serious employer, Aschen scratched his head and finally agreed.
Pol heaved a breath of relief and tapped his bodyguard's shoulder.
He didn't want to be like this either.
However, just like what he said, this banquet was very important to him.
It wasn't just related to the success or failure of the Main Mission, it was also related to his future development.
He didn't want to be helpless like before ever again.
This time around, he had 2567 and Lawless to help him.
It was luck.
He was really lucky.
He was extremely grateful.
But what about next time?
Would he be so lucky the next time?
The answer was obvious.
Therefore, he needed strength.
And to do that, he had to complete the Main Mission of this dungeon world in an outstanding manner.
Huu!
Borl took a deep breath and adjusted his state of mind.
He knew that he was under too much pressure and had lost his composure.
But …
When it came to matters of life and death, who could truly remain indifferent?
Pol, who was sitting there, subconsciously looked at Kieran, who seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed.
"I'm afraid this is the only one."
Pol sighed in his heart.
The more he came into contact with it, the more he felt it.
At first, he thought that it was because of the Witch that he had distanced himself from her. But now, he didn't think so.
This was because he knew very well that even if he was placed on the same starting line as the other party, he was still too far behind.
Putting everything else aside, he couldn't think calmly at all times.
Especially in a continuous, high-intensity instance dungeon world!
"How many dungeons has he been through?"
"The third one? Or the fourth one? "
Pol guessed.
As a former veteran, in order to live a better life, Pol didn't choose to enter the dungeon world at the very end. Instead, he chose to compromise. After sufficient rest and strengthening his body, he would enter the city. If he were to slack off and enter the dungeon world at the very end, he would suffer unknown effects.
Although no one could prove it, a lot of people believed it.
Therefore, everyone chose to enter the dungeon world at the same time.
It wasn't just a test of one's strength, it was also a test of one's spirit and stamina.
It wasn't just a test of one's strength, it was also a test of one's spirit and stamina.
The complicated dungeon world and sometimes the clueless main mission would consume a lot of energy.
It was fine the first time.
But if it continued …
'I'm afraid I'm done for.'
Pol couldn't help but sigh again when he felt Pol's gaze. Kieran opened his eyes and looked at Pol when he felt Pol's gaze.
There wasn't any question in his eyes, only calmness.
However, the calmness made Pol feel pressured.
He raised his hands and begged for mercy. Then, he laughed and cried.
"I'm just curious, aren't you tired?"
"It's not the stamina.
It's the spirit. "
Kieran asked.
"Think about the good food and it will ease your tiredness."
Kieran thought for a while before answering.
"Good food?"
"Yeah.
It really can ease your tiredness. "
Pol nodded. His instinct was to recall the good things, but all he could think of was the humiliation and rage after the Witch plundered him. Pol's breath hastened.
That damned Demoness!
He cursed in his heart.
Then, he looked up at Kieran and shrugged.
"Seems like it doesn't work on me.
I feel like my life is gloomy. "
Pol mocked himself with a smile.
"Think of Lawless."
He's waiting for you to go back and buy him a drink. "
As an ally in the current stage, Kieran reminded Kieran.
He did not want his allies to have any mental problems, especially in this world that was filled with evil. If they were slightly affected, it could affect the entire battle.
"Lawless?"
Pol couldn't help but curl his lips into a grin when he thought about the man who was oppressed in Harvest Inn.
This time, he wasn't mocking himself anymore, he was laughing from the bottom of his heart.
He didn't know how a person could possess such a personality like Lawless.
But he liked to be friends with Lawless.
Or rather …
It was good to have a friend like Lawless.
"I'll go back and buy him a drink.
Anything within 10 Points, he can choose. "
When Borl mentioned "10 points," he was vague.
It was a player's habit.
"Then I guess it'll be ale or normal Yardifil.
You know, Rachel isn't just a normal black-hearted person.
Although her brewing skills are really good. "
Kieran stood up as he spoke, stretched his body and took his coat down from the hanger behind the door.
Pol turned around and looked outside the window.
A group of wagons was slowly arriving under the escort of the guards. The eagle emblem on the carriage door was shining its own golden brilliance under the sunlight.
"My lord."
When Kieran walked out of Carrot Hotel, the A Close Official who carried the decree of Aïtantin VI appeared again.
He was still wearing a loose red outfit with golden edges, his face was still covered with a layer of powder, even the smile he showed to Kieran was the same flattering one.
Naturally, the yellow and black teeth were no exception.
"Mm.
I need to bring two followers. "
Kieran pointed at Pol and Ash.
Both of them walked over.
It was agreed upon before, both of them would be Kieran's followers.
It was the most suitable identity for both of them.
"Of course, it's only right.
As a duke, it's natural for you to bring your own followers. "
The A Close Official said with a smile and bowed to Pol and Ash, he didn't care that both of them were also followers.
Perhaps he wasn't perfect in some aspects, but as the A Close Official of the royal court, his manners were absolutely flawless. He wasn't overbearing and wouldn't make any stupid mistakes.
For example, although he came to Carrot Hotel to welcome Kieran alone, the A Close Official brought two wagons with him, it seemed like he had predicted the situation before him.
The A Close Official walked to the wagon, opened the door and bowed again.
"Please."
Kieran stepped into the wagon, sending Pol and Ash off with his eyes. The A Close Official then turned around to the wagoner's carriage.
Following the A Close Official's order, the royal wagons slowly entered the Upper Seventh Ring.
It wasn't the first time Kieran saw the Upper Seventh Ring of Aïtantin Castle, but it was the first time he saw it in a leisurely manner.
Rows of buildings lined up on one side of the road, each with a small garden and balcony.
Some of the buildings with signboards even set up flowerbeds outside the gardens.
From the outside, the flowerbeds were colorful and exceptionally attractive.
All of them were the shops in the Upper Seventh Ring.
Kieran paid attention to a few of them.
Of course, it wasn't because they were well-decorated.
It was because of the delicious aroma of food that came from the shops.
After going through the Seventh Ring, the wagon entered the Upper Sixth Ring.
The roads here were wider and the residential area was more reserved. Even the shops couldn't be identified from the outside. Vines even covered the windows.
It was hard to see anything from the outside.
Privacy had always been what people wanted, especially for those with status and position.
After entering the Upper Fifth Ring, it became the residential area for the nobles.
All kinds of nobles lived in the Upper Fifth Ring.
The size of the houses determined the nobles' status.
In the middle of the residential area, there was a big theater. During festivals, there would be opera performances.
Of course, there were other programs that were even more expensive than the opera. Common people couldn't afford it.
Although there were also noble mansions in the Fourth and Third Ring, they were mainly military camps.
The wagon turned into the main road of the military camp and headed straight up.
Kieran spotted a building in his sight.
It wasn't the royal palace.
It was …
The War Shrine!
There was no need to confirm anything or rely on the style of the building. Kieran's [Tracking] allowed him to see the divine light of the God of War pouring out uncontrollably.
It was filled with anger.
There was also a slight bloody stench in the air.
It was obvious that the 'anomaly' yesterday and the 'fright' just now had enraged the former Northern God.
"Even the doppelganger is affected?"
Kieran's attention was on the other side.
He was thinking about whether he could expand his gains tonight.
As for the God of War's real body?
Kieran looked up and scanned the area with [Tracking].
In the sky above Castle Aïtantin, two terrifying auras were confronting each other.
It was similar to the first time he saw them.
But there were some differences.
The two terrifying auras were more 'nimble' than before.
The recent changes in Castle Aïtantin had caused the two of them to have other thoughts.
It was good news for Kieran.
How could he catch fish if the water wasn't muddy enough?
However, he still had to control the degree.
Kieran slightly changed his sitting posture, tapping the table with his hand and thinking quietly.
The wagon continued forward.
After going through the corridor beside the War Shrine, they finally arrived at the royal palace.
The royal palace wasn't big, nor was it luxurious. Other than the two squads of guards standing in front of the gate, one couldn't tell it was a royal palace.
In fact, judging from the angle when they first arrived, everyone would see the War Shrine first, not the royal palace.
But then, the two squads of guards blew their horns at the royal palace, deafening their ears.
Kieran couldn't hold back his smile.
"Royal authority? Divine authority? "
He muttered in his heart.
If he was a good-for-nothing, he wouldn't mind the layout of the War Shrine, but if he was a wise king, he wouldn't be able to tolerate it.
Even if he could tolerate it for a while, he wouldn't be able to tolerate it for the rest of his life.
Aïtantin VI was like that.
The king's various strategies might seem to be targeted at the traditional nobles, but from Kieran's point of view, it was targeted at the War Shrine.
After all, almost all the traditional nobles worshipped the God of War.
For example …
The lord of Sicar.
That's right, the dead viscount of Sicar.
Kieran was involved in the viscount's death, but from Kieran's point of view, it was all part of the king's plan.
Similar to the 'anomaly' last night.
The whispers in his ears.
The pagans everywhere.
And …
The Black Cataclysm!
Don't forget!
After the Black Cataclysm, pagans became more numerous!
Although there were pagans before the Black Cataclysm, they were just a few!
And more importantly …
Before the Black Cataclysm, the God of War was the strongest!
Don't mention Lady Calamity.
There was only one God in the entire Northern Land!
But after the Black Cataclysm?
Not only did Lady Calamity appear and the God of War split the Northern Land's faith in half, the multitude of pagans also made the War Shrine run around.
Connecting the dots with the king's life and attitude, some things became obvious.
Therefore, Kieran brought Pol with him.
He wanted to test the role that Pol played in the Black Cataclysm.
He was a monarch who carried on his father's dying wish and rose to power.
He was also an ambitious man who played a shady role for his own benefit.
Kieran had nothing to say about the former.
The latter?
He wouldn't do anything unnecessary.
He was just following the Demon Hunter's style.
After all, the Wolf Sect Demon Hunters were almost wiped out in the Black Cataclysm.
As a Snake School Demon Hunter, Kieran thought he had to seek justice, and if he could discover some secrets in the process, it would be even better.
"Using the people of the world as chess pieces.
"Who else could be a better candidate than the 'king'?"
"Am I right, Broker?"
As Kieran muttered in his heart, the carriage door was pulled open by A Close Official.
"We are here, my lord."
A Close Official said respectfully.
When Kieran stepped down from the carriage …
Wuuu!
Wuuu!
An even louder bugle call came from the two rows of guards.
Kieran was in front, Pol and Ash behind him, walking through the red and gold carpet in the middle of the guards.
Inside the palace, on a balcony.
A few figures were standing there.
The younger one stared at Kieran, muttering under his breath.
"Is it him?
Yes, it is him! "
The servant beside him said in an affirmative tone.
The young servant clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, his eyes were spitting fire.
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