Blown by the evening wind, Thelon felt his backside trembling, and the smile on his face was harder to bear than a cry.
He only hated Baron Elaric.
If it weren't for that guy neglecting him at the banquet, how could he have believed the false words of traitors and fallen into the hands of a bunch of robbers?
However, what he didn't know was that Baron Elaric's situation at the mont wasn't very optimistic either; they just had different troubles.
His outco may not be bad.
He was just like a pig on display; cared for by anyone ant being cared for.
The King could care for him.
The Demon King could certainly care for him too.
Whether Thelon's pants had dried or not, the "instructor" of all Salvation Army intelligence personnel had already brought the Earl Domain's seal to the esteed Demon King.
At the outskirts of the Salvation Army camp.
A graceful shadow silently appeared beside Luo Yan, kneeled on one knee, and presented a wooden box with golden edges.
"Master, I got what you wanted." Sarah's voice was cold as water, like moonlight scattered in the forest.
"Well done, Sarah, stand and report."
With a casual complint, Luo Yan relaxed his arms behind his back, turned, and received the gilded wooden box from Sarah's hands.
Opening the lid, a seal carved from Black Agate lay quietly on a velvet cushion.
The beast-shaped seal knop had its edges worn smooth by ti, bearing a gentle texture. Beneath the antiquated seal knop, a trace of Magic Light could be seen flowing.
The seal carried centuries of law and glory for the Gard family, though many things nowadays had beco jokes.
Luo Yan held the seal in his hand, examining it as if observing a delicate stone.
Sarah rose from the ground, continuing her report in a steady tone.
"As you predicted, Thelon Gard did not entirely trust our people, leaving a backup plan. Before leaving, he wrote a 'last letter' and entrusted it to his steward. If he t with misfortune on the way back to Sparrow Wood Castle, his eldest son would inherit his title, provided they still had a title then."
If Thelon died, the Judicial Court might not even judge him, as he would have already gone to see Saint Sis.
Whether his children could keep their secular titles and lands would be another story.
"What about his last letter?"
"I brought it."
"Good."
Taking the Earl's last letter from Sarah, Luo Yan glanced over it briefly, a playful smile curling at his lips.
The letter read like a sorrowful ballad of martyrdom, not ntioning how Sparrow Wood Castle was lost but rather how he outsmarted and fought against the rebel army.
Yet fortune was not on his side, and the Campbell people did not help, leading Thelon Gard to ultimately lose the castle. Ignorant folks might view him as a hero.
If the King wanted to make an issue of the Campbell people, there might indeed be a chance to utilize his remains, as praising the "Light of Praise" would simply leave him embarrassed; it would be better to laud a cowardly pig.
The power struggle between the Ryan Royal Family and Duke Edward had just begun.
Perhaps this was Thelon's true reason for taking a gamble, having sensed the Judicial Court's impending arrival. Wiping clean the ss would be best; martyrdom wouldn't be a bad end either.
Those Old Continent Nobles only resorted to the New Continent and beca neighbors with Demons when utterly desperate.
But right now.
Now that the letter reached the Demon King, all Thelon's foresight naturally beca laughable.
"The last letter is well-written, genuinely by himself; if one day Thelon feels capable again, just read this letter to him."
Luo Yan placed both the seal and the last letter back in the wooden box, then handed them to Carian waiting beside him.
"With the legal matters resolved, follow my instructions for the next steps."
"Yes."
Carian nodded compliantly, then reached out to solemnly accept the box, her lowered brows filled with devotion.
The box felt light but weighed a thousand pounds in her hands. She knew it contained the future of thousands of Salvation Army soldiers, along with her own future.
Luo Yan nodded, then gave Sarah a "ti to go ho" look before intending to leave from there.
The Gutaf United Kingdom envoy remained in Thunder City, as did Duke Edward waiting for news.
Also Taufu.
His power had notably increased recently, but he'd yet to find ti for ditation and consolidation.
Heading back was perfect for enjoying so Dragon Egg nourishnt.
Watching the figure about to rge with the night's shadows, Carian's heart suddenly surged with a strong reluctance. She couldn't help but speak.
"Your Highness."
"What's the matter?" Luo Yan stopped, turning back to look at her.
In the moonlight, Carian's figure seed sowhat frail.
She hugged the wooden box, bowed her head, seemingly leaving everything to fate, speaking if the sage leaves were even-numbered.
Perhaps she found them.
She raised her eyes, her gentle gaze reflecting the moon, softly asking, "Where do you plan to go next?"
Luo Yan pondered briefly before saying.
"Thunder City, is sothing the matter?"
Thunder City...
She rembered, it was seemingly Erin's hotown.
"No, I just…" Carian lowered her eyelids, hesitating to et her deity's gaze, lips curling into an eased shallow smile, "I'm just… maybe a bit envious, that's all."
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