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Laing and the others came out of Duke Billbarley's mansion at four o 'clock in the afternoon.
Duke Bodrick's son, Fedmond, was so impressed by Laing that he was speechless. He opened his mouth for a long time and said, "Mr. Laing, I really admire your wisdom. I had thought of many scenarios, but you actually won the duel directly …"
Laing shrugged and said calmly, "Didn't I say it before? Feldmond, everyone has their own preferences. As long as you cater to their preferences, you will be able to gain their favor. Just like what I did this time. I could have chosen to be a bystander, but you have seen the benefits of taking action. I don't think I gained Duke Silva's favor, but at least we gained his help. "
Veronica was silent like a vase. She basically didn't take the initiative to interrupt when Laing was talking, and the Dark Elf was very cold. After Laing's answer, Fedmond lowered his head and pondered. Obviously, Laing's approach had a huge impact on the Knight of the Holy Grail who had just returned from a long journey.
According to his logic, he should have tried to discuss with Duke Silva on the grounds of chivalry and responsibility as a lord, plus a certain degree of diplomatic threat, and asked him to solve this problem.
Obviously, no matter how he deduced, Fedmond could imagine how much effort it would take to solve this problem.
Laing's solution not only perfectly used force, but also didn't make the local nobles feel the slightest bit of disgust, but also received the unanimous support of the local residents. In the end, he achieved the established goal very well.
"Duke Silva of Billbarley loves to watch fighting matches. Every Thursday and Sunday, he would bring his family to the arena to watch the matches. There were even cases where the port was harassed by pirates, but there were still fighting matches or duels in the city. This is the information we collected. You have to know how to use it, Fedmond. Everyone has their own hobbies." Laing intended to give Fedmond a few more words, so he continued, "Just like your father, Duke Bodrick, he loves wine and swordsmanship. At the same time, he especially likes those legends about the sea."
Fedmond thought for a while and asked tentatively, "What about you, Mr. Laing? Can you tell me what hobbies you have? "
As soon as he said this, Fedmond clearly felt that the atmosphere was not right, because Veronica and Olica almost looked at Laing strangely at the same time. The dark elf's light wheat-colored face slightly blushed, and she crossed her arms without saying a word. Veronica reached out her hand and pinched Laing's arm, smiling without saying a word.
"… I also have my hobbies. Now is not the time to talk about this." Laing calmly changed the topic, "Let's summarize the information we have so far."
When it came to business, everyone became serious.
According to the information from Duke Billbarley's clerk, two groups of wandering knights from the north had recently arrived at Billbarley Duchy.
Of course, the clerk couldn't tell which group was the one Laing was looking for, so he could only tell the whereabouts of the two groups to Laing.
There were more than 30 wandering knights in luxurious clothes, and their leader was a handsome middle-aged gentleman. They were staying at the largest hotel in the city, the Red Bull Hotel.
There were about seven or eight wandering knights in ragged clothes. They didn't choose to stay at the hotel. According to the enthusiastic residents of the city, they planned to go to Sahagun, a farm 20 kilometers away from the city.
"In that case, let's split up." Laing thought for a while and said, "Fedmond, you and Frey will take the Sea God Knights to the hotel to find the wandering knights."
"Veronica and I will go to the farm they mentioned. It's outside the city, and we'll be easily noticed if we mobilize too many people." Laing motioned Garland to come to his side, "Veronica and I are partners, so we'll take care of the farm."
"Master, I want to go with you," said the dark elf seriously.
"No, you stay." Laing whispered to her, "Fedmond needs your help. They may not know how to interrogate."
"But Master …"
"This is an order," Laing continued.
"Alright." The dark elf nodded reluctantly. "Then I'll wait for you in the city."
"Yes."
… I am the dividing line that separates the two paths …
April in Estalia was different from April in Brittany, which was still a little chilly. It was full of spring and summer festivities and flowers. The people of Estalia had finished ploughing and seemed to be quite satisfied with their current lives. They sang songs and were enthusiastic, optimistic, unrestrained, and practical.
When they saw Laing and Veronica, they did not fear and worship them like the Brittany serfs, nor were they wary and hostile like the people of the Empire.
Veronica wore a fiery red leather jacket and pants, and her long hair was tied behind her head. Garland was a beauty lover, so she usually wore a skirt. She would only change into her battle gear when she was in battle. She first looked at Laing, who was wearing a silver-gray knight power armor, and then at the surrounding scenery, "The land here is barren, but the people here are very passionate."
"The people of Brittany and the Empire used to be very welcoming to outsiders, until the forces of Chaos came to the south. The changes of the old world had made the people there, be it nobles or commoners, lose the right to be passionate." Laing rode on his pure-blooded elven warhorse, Grape, and looked at the commoners here, "Only in Estalia and Tyrell, where they are far away from the threat of Chaos and the Green Dwarfs, the people here have such thoughts. Survival is just a cold trophy that we snatched from the hands of the Evil Gods of Chaos in this dark age."
"You always seem to despair about such things." Veronica rode on a mixed-blood elven warhorse, which was naturally a gift from Laing.
Compared to Laing's seriousness, Veronica seemed to be more relaxed. She looked around.
Laing understood Veronica's thoughts. This matter had nothing to do with her. For Garland, she was willing to join this trip to Estalia only because of Laing's request. As a Peak Legendary witch with a wizard tower, she could achieve self-sufficiency and even profit through the tower. Only the most desperate situations would make her leave the tower and appear on the battlefield with her apprentices.
The Poseidon's Trident was neither her nor Laing's treasure, so Veronica treated this trip as a vacation. She just wanted to come out for some fresh air and enjoy the time spent traveling with Laing.
Apart from that, Veronica was actually even more indifferent to other matters. If it weren't for Laing's restrictions, she might even find living people in Laing's territory to conduct magic experiments.
However, this was how spellcasters were. The end of the path of arcane magic was what they pursued. This might take their entire lives, and for the high elves, the magic level of humans was nothing more than the surface of their research.
"I suddenly realized that it's been a long time since the two of us went on an adventure alone like this." Laing didn't dwell on this matter anymore. He rode along the dirt road and looked ahead. "It's been so many years."
"You have a territory, and I have a wizard tower. Everything has changed." Veronica became a little emotional when she mentioned this. She gripped the reins with both hands and said sadly, "This day will come, Laing. With your abilities, unless you insist on not wanting a territory, you will definitely have a territory of your own as the number of battles and adventures increases. It's already very good that we can still be together."
"Yes, that's indeed the case." Laing nodded. He then asked, "What's the situation with the Garland Council recently?"
"Nothing. Everyone is busy with their own magic research. It's said that the little princess' mother, Aurora, is planning to lead a group of witches to visit your territory. Unfortunately, she can't get away because of some matters." Veronica glanced at Laing.
"Why can't she get away because of some matters?"
"Isn't it because of the trouble you caused? That woman called Salt Grudge seems to be called Irinasa – Hatred of Salt Water? She has been appearing in the Claw Sea and Chaos Sea recently, attacking the barbarian coastal ports everywhere. Because her methods are too cruel, many Nords who trade with Nord have been attacked. This has greatly affected Lady Aurora's imports of sorcerer's stones. " Veronica said casually, "I don't know the details. You know, my dear, I'm not in the Garland Council."
"Salt Grudge's attack will greatly reduce the pressure on Nord's coastal areas, including Auster and Kislöw." Laing commented, "Although this will indeed affect trade, overall, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."
"But the merchants and nobles of the Nords Kingdom are very dissatisfied with this. They can't see the long-term benefits at all. All they know is that Egil Red-eye is dead, and Nords and the northern barbarians can't go south for the time being. If they don't take this opportunity to make a lot of profits, when will they? That's why Nord hasn't been peaceful at all recently. "Veronica sighed.
"It's always easy to be generous with other people's money. As long as it's not related to one's own interests, anyone can act righteous and criticize others." Laing smiled bitterly. "When it's their turn to lose their interests, only a few people will remain rational."
Laing had encountered this kind of thing in his previous life. For example, if a billionaire donated a million dollars to the disaster area, he would be attacked by the crowd. They would think that it was unreasonable for a billionaire to donate so little. But when it was time to pay his salary, he would find out that his salary had been deducted in advance for the donation … That would be a bloodbath.
They chatted as they hurried along. As the sky gradually darkened, they arrived at the farm.
"Be careful! Something's wrong! "Laing looked around the farm and immediately became alert.
Veronica's gaze turned sharp. She reached out and grasped the Wand of Yuntini tightly. This wand could instantly cast two fireballs. The tip of the wand could release waves of fire to swallow the enemy.
Far away from the windmill and the tall house, a flock of crows was circling above the farm. What presented before Laing and Veronica was a hellish scene.
The air was thick with the smell of blood. There were more than a dozen corpses along the road leading to the farm, and most of them were mutilated. Flesh and organs were scattered all over the ground. A few carriages were haphazardly placed on the side of the road, and the horses were nowhere to be seen.
The two immediately dismounted. Veronica chanted a spell while Garland felt the wind of magic nearby. "A fierce battle. There are no traces of magic being used."
No traces of magic being used? Laing reached out and touched the bloodstains on the ground. He frowned and smelled the blood. "This bloodstain is still fresh! This is a massacre that just happened. "
"Yes, a massacre." Veronica began to chant a spell. Garland cast a Blazing Barrier around herself and a Flowing Fire Cloak appeared around her. She then chanted a Light of Protection on Laing. "Could it be the work of those rogue knights?"
"It doesn't look like it." The two walked along the road. Laing took out Mjolnir, which was flashing with lightning. Hearing Veronica's question, Laing shook his head and pointed to a dead warhorse by the side of the road.
The warhorse was wearing a horse coat, and there was a large hole in its abdomen. Its organs and limbs were all eaten. "This doesn't look like something the rogue knights would do."
Not far away from the warhorses, there were several corpses of wandering knights. Their armors were badly damaged and had signs of being smashed. Veronica walked to the corpses and squatted down to check their wounds. "It's a blunt weapon or heavy object," she said.
"The rogue knights must have arrived here, but they were immediately involved in the battle." Laing judged. "It seems that the farm was attacked when they arrived here. These rogue knights chose to fight instead of running away, but they were no match for the enemy."
"That means the enemy is still nearby." Turning around, Laing looked at the wooden door of the farmhouse that was tightly shut. Suddenly, he became extremely alert.
"Danger!"
"What …" Veronica wanted to check the roaming knights' emblems, but suddenly, she felt a tight grip around her waist. Laing held her in his arms and jumped back five meters. "Watch out!"
Boom! The wooden door of the farmhouse exploded with a loud bang, and a huge tree trunk smashed into the place where they were standing just a moment ago.
A four-meter-tall giant beast appeared in the smoke. Its huge muscles were covered with different sized ribbons and skulls. Two curved horns grew from both sides of its head. There was a huge bell hanging down from its spine and a huge tuft of fur wrapped around its waist.
The beast clenched a crooked tree trunk with both hands and let out a deafening roar, "Meat … Eat … Magus … Eat!"
Laing put Veronica down and raised his war hammer. "Prepare for battle! My dear. "
Flames appeared on Veronica's fingertips. "Cyclops!"
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