The Demon Lords

Chapter 830 182: Calm Waters_4

A single Snow Sea Pass could indeed block the southern path of our Holy Tribe, but if the two cities of Pingye were controlled, it would be possible to gain the upper hand.

Our Holy Tribe is weak at attacking cities; now the snowy plains are scattered like sand; a city only needs two thousand armored soldiers and two thousand laborers to defend and wait for reinforcements.

I can write letters to the commanders of these two cities and ask them to surrender."

The blind man chuckled,

and said:

"Will they still listen to you?"

"Just givin' them a way out."

The blind man shook his head and said:

"To tell you the truth, although our Snow Sea Pass has just moved people in, our military power is inadequate. It's barely enough to guard this Snow Sea Pass, let alone split the forces to guard the two lone cities on the snowy plains.

Moreover, why bother taking them? Once the army is trained, we can take them down directly."

"But attacking a city will result in many deaths!"

"Is a human life really valuable?"

Upon hearing this, the Wild People's King was silent for a moment, then laughed: "It's indeed not that valuable."

"Exactly, dying for something worthwhile is what matters."

"We've circled around so much, let's get back to the main topic; your time is limited, if I don't get a satisfying answer today, the next time we meet…"

The blind man smiled slightly and continued:

"It'll only be in my dreams."

...

"Did the child have a nightmare?"

Zheng Fan looked at the young prince who had rarely cried after waking up from a nap and asked Ke beside him with some concern.

"To reply to my lord, it was my lack of care; I am at fault."

At this moment, Siniang came over with a ledger and said, "It's not your fault, you can leave now. From now on, apart from nursing twice a day, you don't need to come here anymore."

"Yes, I take my leave."

Ke immediately bowed her head and left, not daring to have any other thoughts in front of Siniang.

After Ke left,

Siniang spoke to Zheng Fan, who stood by the young prince's side:

"Ever since that night he met his father, he's been having nightmares every now and then, waking up frightened and crying."

"Oh, what a sin."

To be honest, the young prince is a very easy child to raise, very obedient, he can play by himself and doesn't need to be coaxed, and is very cheerful, not at all withdrawn.

Interestingly, after seeing his father, it's as if he's been jolted by something and started having nightmares.

It's worth noting, this child played with Mo Wan since he was small, and for the past few months, his crib was placed on the coffin of Shatuo Queshi, and nothing happened; as if his destiny was extremely strong!

But still couldn't resist old Tian's "fatherly love as mighty as a mountain."

Zheng Fan suddenly thought of something and said:

"I remember there's a type of fate called 'Two Dragons Can't Meet,' otherwise, it's harmful to both parties, often seen between father and child, so they must be raised apart, staying together brings great disaster.

But I can't recall where I read this saying."

"I remember my lord used this idea in a comic once."

"Really?"

"It was used in Mo Wan's storyline, in one lifetime Mo Wan was, because of this reason, by his father…"

"Alright, no need to remind me."

"Yes, I misspoke."

Zheng Fan turned his head to look toward the crib,

where the stone that sealed Mo Wan quietly lay on the young prince's tender leg.

"Okay, let Mo Wan comfort the child, let's go over the accounts."

"Fine, my lord."

Once Zheng Fan and Siniang left the room,

a black mist slowly emerged from the stone, transforming into the figure of an infant.

The black infant crouched beside the young prince,

using its hand,

to stroke the young prince's back.

The young prince looked at this baby with hollow eyes,

and gradually stopped crying,

though still sniffling.

After a short while,

the young prince turned over, pushed open the bundle that had always been in his crib, pointing at the snacks inside, imitating Mo Wan's speech, said:

"Hiss... Hiss... Hiss... Achoo!"

As he was sniffing and making that sound, the young prince couldn't help but sneeze.

The black infant watched this scene, grinned, and laughed along:

"Hiss hiss hiss…"