So of the slaves had been captured for a long ti, having witnessed too many escapes ending in vain.
And the final result was, those who tried to break free were all hung before their cages, slowly rotting away.
They have been tad almost completely, knowing how to avoid mistreatnt, and how to earn more food.
Numb?
Or perhaps, their hearts have died.
No one will co to save them.
Not even the Divine Spirit.
They have prayed countless tis, yet none ca to their rescue in the end.
These people’s hearts have died, they just hope to et a slightly kinder master, one who won’t treat them like the Slave rchant.
As for resistance?
That would only anger the Slave rchant, making the retaliation even more cruel, potentially affecting the ’innocent’ amongst them.
The distance between Herbert and the slaves was shrinking, finally, soone couldn’t stand it anymore.
"Stop!"
A frantic voice drowned out all the cries, berating that group of fools.
"All of you, stop it!"
"Do not be insolent before His Grace!!!"
On the other side of the camp, the Cultivators of Mist Monastery were continuing to disguise themselves, not revealing their identities like Cyril until they understood the current situation.
However, upon seeing Herbert draw his Longsword, soone couldn’t hold back.
Not good!
If things go wrong, sothing big is about to happen!
Although they didn’t believe Herbert would hurt innocent slaves, accidents could happen, right?
The Paladin indeed won’t attack the weak, but what if the opposing party isn’t innocent?
Taking a big step back, shouldn’t the Paladin be able to counter-attack if attacked?
"Everyone, stop!"
Waro shouted loudly amidst the crowd, attempting to stop these fools from courting death.
A bunch of idiots!
Don’t they know their own abilities!?
In fact, Waro’s angry shouts seed to be warning the slaves, but were actually sending a ssage to Herbert.
These are good people!
Your Grace, these are all good people!!!
Don’t be impulsive—
"What?"
"...Stop?"
The slaves weren’t fools; upon hearing Waro’s shout, they sensed sothing amiss.
But the speed had picked up, their feet unable to stop, stumbling forward towards Herbert.
"...Ah."
Faced with the approaching assailants, Herbert rely shook his head slightly, raising his Longsword.
Then, he flicked the blade with his finger.
Clang!
Clink—
For an instant, the crisp sound dispelled all other noises.
Then, everyone present heard Herbert’s emotionless and serene words.
"Kneel."
He said—[Kneel]!
As the words fell, chaos ensued.
The dozen or so slaves crashed heavily to the ground.
Clatter!
"Hey, hey, hey!"
"My legs!"
"Ah! Don’t, don’t push !"
The legs of the dozen or so slaves seed to gain a will of their own, their knees buckled, and with a thump, they knelt before Herbert.
Thud, thud, thud...
And because of maintaining their forward montum, under the inertia, they collided into each other, tumbling together, almost causing a stampede.
By the ti they stopped, the slave at the forefront was crushed at the bottom, his eyes landed straight at Herbert’s feet.
Just a tilt of his head, he could see the pair of pale, emotionless eyes silently gazing at them.
Herbert nodded silently, then shook his head, letting out a gentle sigh.
"Ah."
He didn’t an to disdain the slaves, after all, the difference in strength was too vast, having such courage was already comndable.
He nodded, satisfied with his spur-of-the-mont operation.
"Hmm, the effect is not bad."
This is the ability of [Devil’s Tongue], rendering Herbert’s words with power, capable of hypnotizing Professional en masse, even implanting suggestions in their hearts.
However, if the target is a group of weak mortals—the situation changes drastically.
This terrifying power converts into a mandatory command.
Or rather...[Imperial Decree]!
And shaking his head was expressing regret, lanting that the ability for now could only bully the weak, its effect insufficient against enemies of the sa tier.
In fact, just after Herbert spoke up, not only those fools, the entire slave camp knelt down.
Other slaves, regardless of their posture or actions, all paused, instinctively bowing down towards Herbert.
Because of the sudden incident, Herbert’s ambush was so abrupt that even so Cultivators from the Monastery weren’t spared!
Only a few High Tier Cultivators remained standing, then after realizing the situation, they too knelt down.
The ignorant slaves couldn’t comprehend what Herbert did, only feeling fear as if witnessing divine intervention.
But for those who understood, Herbert’s maneuver...they still couldn’t grasp it!
What exactly happened?
Word Spirit?
Speaking makes it so?
Imperial Decree?
Was Herbert really that powerful!!?
Wasn’t he still not a Legendary?
Earlier, Cyril’s attitude wasn’t an isolated case; not everyone was convinced by Herbert.
Many past geniuses, though silent on the outside, retained competitive spirits within.
Give a bit more ti, maybe I wouldn’t be inferior!
But at this mont, all dissatisfaction was swallowed, heads lowered in shock, not daring to reveal a trace.
They secretly watched the only standing figure in the field, their minds swirling with thoughts but ultimately reduced to a sigh.
"What kind of monster is this..."
This beyond-average strength could practically be seen as non-human power.
If not for Herbert’s impeccably pure Holy Power and his radiant Holy Mark, they’d truly suspect he sacrificed greatly to so unknown Evil God for this power.
Well.
Although their process was entirely wrong, their conclusion was surprisingly correct.
The strength Herbert possessed all ca from sothing beyond human!
And indeed, Herbert sacrificed significantly and grievously—specifically there’s a chatterbox Harmonious God perpetually rambling inside his mind.
This incessant ntal tornt could definitely qualify as internal injury!
["Hmm?"]
The sensitive Harmonious God peeked, questioning his infamous ally: ["Hey! Are you talking bad about again?"]
"..."
The mortal remained silent, simply shaking his head.
Heard nothing, heard nothing, heard nothing...
["Hey! Speak up! Keep this up, and I’ll get mad!"]
"Shh, quiet, I still have so business to deal with here." Herbert requested a rain check.
But the Harmonious God seized the loophole, loudly declaring: ["Aha! You didn’t deny it! I knew my hunch was right!"]
The mortal just chuckled at Harmonious God’s insistence.
"Hehe."
Since you’ve already guessed it, why still ask again?
Aren’t you just humiliating yourself?
What a curious fetish.
As Herbert bantered with Nenasha, the kneeling slaves gazed at him in awe.
If Herbert previously seed like a lost Angel, now he resembled more an incarnate of a god traversing the Mortal Realm.
Just standing there, he appeared god-like.
"...Hehe."
Herbert felt various gazes, subtly moved within, lightly chuckling twice.
So this is what being revered feels like?
He hadn’t done anything like this before.
But those tis were either before few people or when feared by lesser intelligent Demons.
This is the first ti he felt such reverence from mortals.
There seed to be an intangible force erging from them, then rging into his body...or all converging into the shadow beneath his feet.
Hmm?
Herbert’s eyebrow twitched slightly, finding it amusing.
No, pal?
He slightly lowered his gaze, looking at the starving ghost in the shadow.
"Nenasha, what are you doing?"
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