Under Helen's increasingly puzzled gaze, Luo Yan casually gave a response that left her utterly shocked.
"They are now all my subjects. Including their Knights, and even their Holy Daughter, they are now my servants. The only difference is that they haven't sworn allegiance to the Great Graveyard yet, but they are no different from those of you in the Great Graveyard."
"Ser, servants?!"
Upon hearing this, Helen Moonblade was taken aback, her mouth gaping wide enough to hold an egg, leaving her completely frozen in place.
It was clear she didn't know that "Holy Maiden Carian" was rely a peasant girl Luo Yan had picked up along the way. In the distant mories of this Dark Night Elf, only the Church Court of the Human Holy City could appoint a Holy Daughter!
In just a few breaths, she had ntally concocted a story of over ten thousand words, including the part in the Maze Dungeon—
Even the Church Court's Holy Daughter could be corrupted…
Instantly, Helen's eyes sparkled with imnse awe and fervor, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.
That was the color of admiration!
As expected of Lord Demon King—
Truly unfathomable!
While Helen was entranced by the Demon King's unfathomable power, a voice devoid of any emotion suddenly echoed beside her.
"Lord Demon King."
Startled, Helen turned her head in shock, only to discover that Sarah had appeared beside her without her noticing.
Her expression was as indifferent as a lifeless shadow, as if only the aura of one Honorable being in this room was worth her attention.
Helen wasn't surprised Sarah was here, but she didn't expect that, despite possessing Gold Level strength, she hadn't sensed a trace of the other's presence!
This person…
Could she have broken through again?!
The startled expression gradually turned into an envious one tinged with acidity. Luo Yan could easily guess what Helen had misunderstood, but since she didn't say anything, he couldn't explain it himself.
Along the way, Comrade Sarah, his bodyguard, had indeed been very diligent... especially in the matter of playing hide-and-seek with Taufu.
Sarah didn't mind Helen's faux pas, simply bowing slightly and discreetly reporting to her Lord Demon King.
"...While patrolling south of Sparrow Wood Castle, the Salvation Army's intelligence personnel discovered signs of non-human activity near an abandoned village."
"After thorough investigation, they found traces of the Ratn there!"
The aid provided by the Great Graveyard to the Salvation Army wasn't just in agriculture and infrastructure, but certainly also in military building, with intelligence work being a key focus among them.
To survive in this chaotic world, you can't rely solely on ideals and slogans; in the end, it all depends on the sword in your hand.
Lately, it was Sarah who had been responsible for the training of the Salvation Army's intelligence personnel, so she even knew about this before Holy Maiden Carian did.
However, the Demon King sitting there clearly knew even earlier than she did.
Looking at the expressionless Sarah and the grave-faced Helen, Luo Yan nodded, his calm expression unwavering.
As if he had anticipated all of this.
"I know. Pass on my ssage to Carian, then continue to observe… Helen, tell your people to be careful when they're out and about."
The two of them responded in unison.
"Yes, Lord Demon King."
...
The Ratn's claw marks undoubtedly added fuel to the already chaotic situation in the Twilight Province, but as for how far this fire would spread, it was still unknown.
Perhaps this group of rats rely had their eyes on this famine-stricken land, or maybe a famine had simultaneously broken out in their old ho deep within the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range.
Regardless of what the "main storyline" the Players were eagerly searching for was, the refugees of Sparrow Wood Territory had recently found their own "main storyline" and were gradually living more fulfilling lives.
The following day.
The morning light spilled over the land of Wheat Field Village, and Old Hank rubbed his sun-cracked nose, sitting up from his bed of reeds.
With spring entering its final phase, the season of incessant rain had finally passed, and sunny days were becoming more frequent.
And his old bones, on the verge of breaking from exhaustion, could finally rest a bit.
"Morning, Hank."
The young lad greeting him as he approached was t with a warm smile and greeting in return from Old Hank.
"Morning, have you eaten?"
He didn't know the young lad's na, only rembered his simple face and sunny smile, which reminded him of his own youth.
The young lad responded with a grin.
"I finished early. You better hurry too, those new folks sure can eat. If you're any later, you might only get to lick the bottom of the pot!"
"Haha, that's not really possible..."
Old Hank let out a hearty laugh but felt a pang of tension in his heart. He quickly headed to the Salvation Army's soup distribution point and only relaxed upon seeing there was still plenty in the pot.
His worries were indeed unnecessary.
According to the Oracle of Her Holy Daughter, the Salvation Army soldiers adhered to the creed of salvation, only eating after all the villagers had their fill.
With gratitude and praise for Her Holy Daughter and Lord Divine Son, Old Hank joined the queue to receive a steaming bowl of wheat porridge from a soldier's hand. Sitting by the field ridge, he enjoyed his first Holy al of the day.
It seed to have always been this way.
Every day, when the bell sound rang, the peasants of Wheat Field Village would receive a bowl of porridge from the lord's servants, fill their bellies, and then work in the fields. At noon, they would receive the day's final al and continue working in the afternoon.
As for what exactly you'd eat, that depended on how the harvest was, the specific season, and even the lord's mood.
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