Though it was still early, many Warriors in the Resistance Army’s fortress were already hauling crates of supplies out of the underground warehouses. Weapons, food, and daily necessities were being transported outside the fortress.
It seed Solren had been organizing the evacuation through the night.
Westheid nodded at the sight. He hadn’t gone far before he ran into Yolanda.
The girl, beautiful as a Fairy, stood ramrod straight against the wall. Her silky, platinum-blonde hair seed to glow with a noble, exquisite beauty in the dim light.
Her slender figure and cold, sharp aura, combined with her dead-serious, porcelain-fair face, made her seem like an untouchable flower blooming on a high peak.
Even leaning against the wall, she inevitably beca the center of attention.
"Yolanda, how long have you been standing here?"
"Not long."
Yolanda replied coolly. Seeing Westheid’s thoughtful expression, she thought he had gotten the wrong idea and clarified:
"I went back to my room to rest, but it seed you were all sleeping soundly, so I didn’t disturb you. Brother, you’re finally up. If I had to wait any longer, I was going to..."
"Yolanda! Miss Yolanda!"
Before the girl could finish her sentence, a call ca from the distance.
Andre ca running over, full of excitent. His jog faltered for a mont when he caught sight of Westheid.
Still, he hurried over and offered a fragrant pouch of roasted at to Yolanda.
"Miss Yolanda, we just got back from a hunt. Please, try so. The rations here are... less than impressive."
The platinum-blonde girl looked troubled. "I already told you I don’t want any. And please, don’t stand so close to ."
Westheid was even more surprised by this. He said:
"You’re still simping for her?"
He knew Andre was a simp for Yolanda, but the problem was, simping was one thing during normal tis, but this was the Secret Realm Trial!
Andre’s faction was clearly hostile to Reiya’s team. Isn’t it a bit much to be fawning over an enemy like this?
"I have no quarrel with Miss Yolanda! And as for that bastard... I don’t really want to get involved. I joined this Trial not only to get my revenge on you, but also to continue saving Miss Yolanda!"
The young nobleman glared daggers at Westheid, but unfortunately for him, the object of his affection wasn’t buying it.
Yolanda said coolly, "I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I need saving."
In the past, she might have humored Andre out of consideration for the Solren Clan, but now that a rift had ford between them, Yolanda dropped the pretense.
"It’s alright! Even if Miss Yolanda hasn’t co to her senses yet, I won’t give up!"
Andre declared, patting his chest.
"Alas, it seems I must tell you a cruel truth."
Seeing Andre’s rather naive and lovestruck expression, Westheid couldn’t resist the urge to ss with him.
And so, Duke Qinghui slung an arm around the platinum-blonde girl’s shoulders, causing her to freeze up in shock.
However, Yolanda and Westheid exchanged a glance, and she didn’t resist.
"As everyone knows, the Qinghui Territory suffered a heavy blow, and now the entire clan consists of just and Yolanda."
Andre: "Yes, so what? Doesn’t that just prove the Qinghui Clan has no future?"
"So, to revive the clan, we need more offspring with the Qinghui Bloodline. What do you think?"
Andre first frowned, then a look of terror appeared on his face:
"Where are you going to find soone with the Qinghui Bloodline? Even if... wait, fuck, you can’t, you can’t do that!"
"Heh heh heh, and why not? It’s perfectly in line with the Holy Tree’s Prosperity Law. How many other clans with dwindling numbers have restored their strength this way? I wouldn’t mind our story becoming a celebrated legend."
Westheid glanced at the dumbstruck Andre and said with a grin:
"Yolanda, give a kiss."
Hearing her brother’s words, Yolanda imdiately understood Westheid’s aning. She hesitated for a mont, then expressionlessly stood on her tiptoes and pecked Westheid on the cheek.
MWAH—
Andre looked as if he’d been struck by lightning. "This... this isn’t real, is it? Right, Miss Yolanda?!"
Yolanda slightly turned her head away, not saying a word.
The platinum-blonde girl was a terrible liar. Her refusal to answer a question was an answer in itself.
Westheid pushed the act even further, lifting a lock of Yolanda’s hair from beside her ear. He let the silky strands glide through his fingers and took a deep breath of her scent.
"Mmm... absolutely divine."
AAAAAAAGH—
Andre instantly broke down, bit his lower lip hard, and turned to flee.
Hahahahaha...
Westheid couldn’t contain himself at that reaction and burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.
Yolanda pushed Westheid away and sighed.
"Brother, you have a rather wicked sense of humor. Andre’s already a fool, yet you still ss with him."
"Since he’s chosen to stand against , I have to hit him where it hurts. A simple psychological attack to start... I do wonder what kind of scene he was picturing in his head just now. I’m a little curious."
Yolanda bit her lower lip and shot Westheid a look. "You’re so frivolous, Brother!"
Westheid clasped his hands behind his back and asked as he walked:
"Let’s not talk about that. Since you’ve made a full circle around the fortress, have you figured out the setup here? I an the groups of Trial Takers—who are friends, and who are enemies?"
Yolanda followed the Patriarch’s steps and said with a serious expression:
"While you were resting, I already got the general situation from Andre."
"The total number of Trial Takers has been whittled down over this period; not even one in ten remains. The rest are basically all here now. It was Andre’s suggestion at first, then the War Knights decided to herd as many civilians as possible to escape here. In the process, other Trial Takers also flocked over, and the Solren Sword Saint accepted them all without question."
Westheid nodded. "As long as they’re Warriors who kill Dragons, Solren won’t refuse them. So, who among them is hostile to us?"
Yolanda: "That would just be Prince Yaligong’s War Knights, and the few who side with them. The others are indifferent at worst, so there’s no need to worry too much."
"What about them?"
Westheid stopped and looked at a squad of knights in Silver Armor walking towards him.
The platinum-blonde girl was taken aback. "The Yonglan Knights...? Brother, this vulgar bunch could be trouble."
The leader of the Yonglan Knights had apparently heard their conversation. He shrugged and said:
"Hey, hey, hey, don’t lump us in with that bunch. It’s just a coincidence that we all plan to join the Resistance Army’s camp."
The brawny knight with short, silver-gray hair sneered, "The Imperial War Knights? Just clumsy imitators. It makes laugh just looking at them. They don’t believe in the great Riding God, yet they want the Riding God’s blessing. Utterly shaless."
"Let ask you, do you Imperial Citizens only know how to copy?"
Rafati was very blunt, his direct evaluation of the War Knights was—
It’s like wanting to be a whore while demanding a monunt to your virtue.
The reason the Yonglan Knights were so foul-mouthed wasn’t entirely due to a lack of character; they had a very good reason.
Before the [Yonglan Riding God] ascended to divinity, ’Knight’ was simply a type of soldier. But after the [Yonglan Riding God], the word ’Knight’ officially beca a status and a class.
The Knight Series professions, with their overpowered traits and exaggerated stats, beca Warriors unparalleled in the Mortal World.
And the [Yonglan Riding God] was quite generous. The Extraordinary Sequence He pioneered wasn’t limited to His own descendants and believers; even complete outsiders could imitate and learn it.
Although every Realm of Order had Extraordinary Professions that imitated the [Yonglan Knights], they at least wouldn’t say so openly.
The Empire’s version, however, was the crudest of them all. Plagiarism itself wasn’t the issue—quite a few realms had lifted the entire Knight Sequence wholesale.
The problem was that the Empire not only copied it, but they also did so "localization," adding a ton of their own stuff, and then passed it off as their own original creation with an Imperial flair: the [War Knight].
When a group of Yonglan Knights ca to the Empire, the attitude of the Imperial Citizens towards their profession was...
"Oh, aren’t these our Imperial War Knights? Rember to credit your source next ti."
Hearing that, the Yonglan Knights had half a mind to start cutting people down on the spot.
It’s no wonder they had nothing but contempt for the cheap knock-offs.
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