The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable! Chapter 1680 473: The Distance Between Faith and Legend (Par

The upturned corners of the mouth slightly restrained, the Judge snorted coldly, hiding the disdainful look under the shadow of the hood, and escorted the last team away.

...

In the northern part of Twilight Province, bordering the Rhode Kingdom, a rchant caravan laden with goods was setting up camp in a clearing within the dense forest.

The sunset's afterglow filtered through layers of red leaves, casting dappled golden light.

It was now late autumn.

rchant Thomas leaned against a wagon filled with fabrics and exotic goods, caressing the heavy purse at his waist.

This business venture had been very fruitful for him and had led him through a lifeti's worth of unforgettable adventures, truly a worthwhile journey.

However, besides the joy of harvest, Thomas felt a complicated sensation that was difficult to describe.

This feeling was like a magnificent epic laid bare before him, yet he could only finish the prelude before having to close it.

Of course—

Perhaps it was simply dissatisfaction.

After all, less than half a month ago, he was the Holy Daughter's appointed rchant, and those he negotiated with were the dignified dwarves atop the Shattered Rock Peak... a status much higher than that of a traveling rchant.

His investnt seed successful but also failed.

Thomas hesitated for a long ti, but eventually approached the plain yet clean carriage in the center of the caravan.

"Your Highness... Are we just leaving like this?" He asked respectfully at the window.

Ever since witnessing Mr. Colin's divine ans that could cause clouds to appear and disappear at will, he had unconsciously started addressing Holy Maiden Carian as "Your Highness."

Inside the carriage, Carian was quietly flipping through the book Prince Colin had left her, under the glow of dusk.

She looked up at the sound, smiling slightly; the elegance and devotion were sowhat reminiscent of the gentleman who had once sat in this very carriage.

"We have never left, Mr. Thomas," her voice was gentle and calm, "sotis, retreating is also a form of advancing."

Everything was proceeding according to Mr. Colin's plan.

Brennan and Rayden had already taken the elite warriors of the Salvation Army and secretly ventured into the depths of the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range.

There, with the help of dwarf friends, they would undergo the strictest training, transforming from a rabble into a heroic force capable of defying the Kingdom.

The Demigod's strength was certainly not to be underestimated, but everything was only temporary.

The influence of Saint Sis was constantly weakening, and as it diminished, the Demigod's strength also waned. As long as they did not abandon the long-term struggle, one day they would secure their own future.

anwhile, Carian, carrying the "Divine Son's" bestowed "New Testant," returned to the place where she first heard the "Oracle"—the Northern Realm of the Rhode Kingdom.

Though this area was within the Church's territory, it was spared from the corrosion of Chaos, thus escaping the sight of the Judicial Court.

The people here were even more devout than the Ryan people; however, at this mont, they were enduring blasphemy no less than what the Ryan people were suffering.

Just as Prince Colin had said, the decadent Nobles were turning n into turtles and won into prostitutes, and it was all under the guise of holiness.

She herself had once been a victim.

Now "Holy Maiden Carian" would respond to the prayers of the people, substituting for the aloof Divine, and rectify it all!

While Carian was engrossed in the world of the book, the distant sound of hurried hooves was heard.

Five cavalryn suddenly erged from the forest path on the other side, their arrival instantly breaking the camp's tranquility.

The young n of the caravan stood up one after another, watching the uninvited guests nervously, including the rcenaries escorting the caravan, and Hog still serving as the rcenary leader.

Hog recognized these guys; they were Sir Richter's soldiers.

But seeing them all well-fed and plump, unable to even buckle the regulation armor on their bodies, Hog knew Sir Richter was probably just like Count Thelon Gard, a puppet long since put aside.

They didn't even realize they were patrolling the neighboring land.

Even if the local Lord was too distracted to oversee, they were seriously infringing on the sovereignty of the Ryan Kingdom, and if caught, would be hanged!

Though neither the foolish Sir nor the foolish Earl deserved sympathy, these rogue bullies were truly vile.

Thomas's fist clenched tightly, a hint of sweat seeping through his palm.

Five cavalryn circled the edge of the camp, enclosing the caravan, with two among them well-known to the group, having stopped them once before.

It was clear these frontier cavalryn of the Rhode Kingdom hadn't heard any legends about the "Holy Maiden."

They rely found the rchant caravan familiar, and the Holy Maiden sitting in the carriage even more so, exactly like the "cargo" they had pursued but escaped from them before; now, she seed even more divine and charming.

Perhaps she had been grood by soone important.

That would certainly be favorable.

The cavalryn exchanged looks, faces lighting up with greedy smiles.

Leading the charge, Conis dismounted, turned into infantry, and playfully swung a whip as he swaggered over.

"Oh, isn't this our Sister? What is this... Returning from the Holy City?"

Seated in the carriage, Carian ignored him, maintaining a serene smile, her fair, jade-like forefinger gently turning another page of the book, appearing as if in prayer, yet seemingly drawing across the throat of the insolent one.