In October of the year 2174 of the New Calendar, Val City was attacked by the Demon Clan and was completely destroyed, with only a few people who happened to be outside the city escaping the disaster.
Under the efforts of Sword Saint Jia Pael, professors from the Magic Association, local adventurers, and nobles, mbers of the Demon Clan who slaughtered innocent people were all eliminated.
Investigations into the purpose, thod, and timing of the Demon Clan’s invasion of Val City were swiftly underway. Although the frequency of Demon Clan attacks had been intensifying over the years, there had never been an incident where a city so far from the border like Val was completely slain by the Demon Clan.
People had to consider whether the Demon Clan had infiltrated even deeper into human society, and the demand for more accurate detection magic increased, causing scholars from the Magic Association responsible for researching new magic to sweat profusely because they truly did not know how the Demon Clan could hide in human society undetected.
The anti-Demon Clan sentint was growing stronger, and even the numbers of enlistnts in the border military forces were rapidly increasing, prompting the border generals to co out and explain that the Border Army’s duty was defense rather than offense, given that humans could not adapt to the Miasma of the Western Continent.
In so ways, Doslepo really did cause a huge stir; if he were still alive, he would surely score very highly.
The massacre of a city should be an event worthy of mourning; the grievances of the deceased awaited resolution.
But the emotions of the living also needed to be cared for, especially after experiencing a sanity-draining battle, there was an urgent need for relaxation to soothe the spirit.
Thus, on the second day following the end of the battle, a celebratory feast that would last all night comnced in Bed City.
The the of the banquet was two words: Eat and Drink!
Ingredients from the gourt zone and the coveted stock from various taverns were all moved to the streets, and a huge bonfire was lit in the most central plaza of the city, roasting various extravagantly sized edible creatures, with their aromatic scent spreading throughout the entire city.
Roasted whole pig and other ingredients that did not require cooking and could be eaten directly were even more abundant, with the Bed Family sponsoring the vast majority, and the rest coming from the support of various rchants.
The city did not put up any extravagant decorations, rely calling a few magicians to conjure up colorful orbs of light in the streets, and occasionally magic fireworks would explode in the sky, described by Count Charon as "sending off the deceased with fireworks."
Actually, throwing a banquet at this critical mont was sowhat inappropriate, and if anyone wished, they could certainly give Count Charon a hard ti about it at the King’s.
However, Charon, compared to his father Philip, did one thing very well; he knew very well on which group of people Bed City relied on to maintain its vitality—yes, the adventurers.
And so, even if he might be reported, he was determined to host a banquet today to reward the adventurers who contributed the most effort!
Of course, the Holy Light Church, the Magic Association, and such could not be neglected, it’s just that they didn’t seem to have the mood to attend the banquet.
The streets were lively, crowded on both sides with people who occasionally could be seen slumping beside barrels of alcohol by the roadside, so deeply asleep, others singing out-of-tune ballads.
Bards ca out in droves, wherever there were bonfires and food, that’s where the banquet congregated, playing either exquisite or old instrunts, singing legendary verses.
So had already composed a song about the Battle of Val City. Though so parts sounded immature, it still attracted the most listeners; people always like to follow the trends.
Hmm? This person looks familiar; it seems that the song about Sain’s rampage and earлиer still, Count Philip’s golden hits were also his work.
In a tavern by the street, Drew stood by the window, looking down at the crowd, gulping down a glass of beer without any reaction; dwarves are naturally born drinkers.
"What are you thinking about, standing by the window pretending to be lonely?"
An alcohol-breathed Roger suddenly draped his arm around Drew’s shoulder, leaning on him heavily, having drunk too much; his steps began to falter.
"[Low Tier Healing Technique]" Drew slapped a spell onto him, causing Roger to suddenly sober up, who with a displeased face said:
"What are you doing? The highest level of drinking is enjoying the tipsy feeling!"
"That’s called being dead drunk, not tipsy."
Drew glanced at him disdainfully and said:
"I was just thinking, why would the professors from the Association co to such a place? Aren’t they researching anymore?"
"Then you should just ask them," Roger waved his hand dismissively "I’m going to continue drinking; now is the ti to relax, no talking about work."
"I did ask, they said that soone in the Sain Dungeon discovered a new magic faction."
Roger halted in his steps at Drew’s words and turned his head, "Tell more."
Monts later, he nodded thoughtfully, muttering to himself:
"Star Magic... that’s what they used in Val City, no wonder I’ve never seen magic like that before."
"It’s been many years since the Magic World has seen a new school of magic; if Star Magic is confird to be real, no wonder it caught the attention of the Association,"
Roger completely forgot that he also possessed Black Night Magic Gravel, which had a sowhat similar origin to Star Magic; probably his whole focus had been on monsters and he hadn’t paid much attention to magic research.
"But I still don’t understand," he looked at Drew "those haughty professors, they just told you the reason when you asked?"
"No, they approached ."
Drew ordered another beer and said:
"The news about Star Magic was told to the Association by a stranger; the professors ca here to exchange magic knowledge with that person, but they couldn’t contact them anymore. They asked to find out if anyone in Bed City fit the profile of that stranger."
He downed the beer in one go, slamming the glass onto the windowsill with a curse:
"When I said I didn’t know, those bastards kicked out! Dammit, just because they know a bit more magic than , how dare they act so high and mighty!"
Roger imdiately showed a knowing look; he thought Drew had so serious matters to discuss with him.
Turns out after all the fuss, he just ca to vent his frustrations; this old dwarf is unexpectedly amusing at tis.
"That’s right! They just studied a little more magic than us; what’s there to be so proud of!" Roger chid in and smashed his glass onto the windowsill too, both exchanging glances, silently acknowledging "you get it, buddy" with a smile.
The voice of the tavern’s server softly resounded from behind.
"Dear guests, if you damage the glasses or the windowsill, you will have to pay for them."
"..."
Roger flipped a few silver coins into her hand, and she imdiately pushed a cart full of empty glasses over.
"Smash as much as you like!"
Roger ignored the server and asked, "What’s the deal with Sword Saint Gapar, really drawn here by the Tear-Drop Embryo?"
"Could it be fake?"
Drew retorted, "We were lucky enough to receive his training thanks to the information about the Tear-Drop Embryo. It’s not surprising for him to co here in person after so many days."
Roger stroked his thick beard, pondering whether the Sword Saint or the Fran Undead Team was stronger, wondering if he could leverage the Sword Saint’s power to conquer the mutated Sain Dungeon.
If he could mingle with the Sword Saint’s team, do so chores, and then secure a spot on the Clearing Stone Tablet, he might also snag a First Clear Reward.
Perhaps he could even ask the Sword Saint for help slaying monsters and then catch them with an Elf Ball? No, no, no, how could they just listen to .
Caught up in the excitent, Roger involuntarily pulled a few whiskers from his beard.
"You bastard, why are you pulling at my beard!" Drew imdiately chased after him to give him a thrashing, filling the tavern with a lively atmosphere.
On the outskirts of Bed City, on a raised hill, a wolf pack gazed at the round moon, increasingly wanting to take a bite at it.
Dal was lying on the grass, looking at the night sky with a trace of bewildernt on his face.
This phenonon is commonly referred to as "Revenge Emptiness Syndro" — people who have revenge as their life’s goal often fall into a period of emptiness after achieving vengeance, unsure of how to live their future days, since their biggest life goal has disappeared, and everything seems dull and uninteresting.
Should he go challenge the Fran Undead Team next?
Impossible to beat them, the Fran Greatsword he held was only given to him because they pitied him, possibly admiring his persistence, or maybe they were just annoyed by him.
So much so that Dal felt too embarrassed to continue pursuing them.
Bed City was bustling, but the wolf pack couldn’t enter the city, so he decided to just stay outside with his old buddies.
No one on the battlefield realized it was he who killed Doslepo, and he didn’t feel like boasting about it. Even now, people thought Doslepo had fled.
It’s not bad to remain hidden in fa and achievents, right?
A magic firework shot off in the wrong direction, bursting outside Bed City in a shower of colorful light, incidentally drawing his gaze towards the southwest. There lay Val City, with a road connecting the two cities.
Probably for a long while to co, no more carriages will pass through there, as Val City has vanished, with buildings and all assimilated by flesh monsters, dissipating at their death.
Those who survived have lost their hos, unable to find the bodies of their loved ones, and are likely sowhere grieving and weeping.
Dal couldn’t help but clench his fists tight — it’s all the fault of the Demon Clan. If this race never existed...
Wait, why can’t we exterminate the Demon Clan?
If soone ca forward to form an army specifically to fight the Demon Clan, if this army could eradicate them...
Why couldn’t that soone be ?
With this thought, Dal’s mind raced with countless ideas, his thoughts flashing in his head.
Then he rolled over.
Only to lock eyes with a pair of fluttering ones.
"Ah!"
Dal jumped up from the ground in fright, startling the wolf pack, and a wolf even bit its tongue.
"You, you, you," he pointed at the person before him, "when did you co here?"
"Hey hey," Maru stuck out her tongue, "Finally, I found you."
"What do you want with ?" asked Dal, not understanding her intention.
"Co see our great hero, eh?"
What great hero?
Maru suddenly took out an Image Stone and infused a little Magic Power into it, and the image appeared in the air.
The scene showed a man howling like a wolf, locked in battle with the vile Demon Clan. The angle was just right to see the whole scene and the combatants were dynamic so, making it quite thrilling to watch.
The surprising part for Dal was...the man howling like a wolf increasingly resembled him.
"This, where did this co from?" he asked, his eyes unnervingly fixed on the image.
"Don’t know, but it’s already spread all over the city," Maru said.
Spread all over the city!?
Dal was thunderstruck, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word.
Maru tiptoed and patted his shoulder, saying with a hint of envy:
"You’re going to be famous, young man."
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