The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1193 - 356: Zero Points?! (2)

He felt that his face and even his family's honor were being mercilessly trampled into the mud.

Ignoring the villagers who were already scared stiff, he yanked the reins and turned his horse around, yelling orders at his bewildered guards.

"Move at full speed!"

"To the Traveler Camp!"

The grand procession continued on its way, this time targeting the Traveler Camp several kilometers away.

However, the esteemed Sir Richter seemed perpetually slow in whatever he did.

The undead who wreaked havoc were dead, and his army had finally arrived at Pompeii Village, which had been plagued by the undead. But now, Prince Colin had already left, and his banner had been raised at the gates of the Traveler Camp.

Leading his followers, the revered knight master charged into the Traveler Camp like a whirlwind, only to plunge into a deathly silence.

It had nearly become an "empty city."

As the exams of the Academic State had begun, most of the scholars in the camp had gone to the snowfields beyond the border.

All that remained in the camp were some tattered tents abandoned by their owners, helplessly flapping in the cold wind, stirring up the snow and dust on the ground.

Unable to find Prince Colin's grand carriage, Sir Richter's unsuppressed fury burned all the more, his whole being like a volcano on the verge of erupting, his eyes bulging like a frog's.

And just at that moment, he suddenly noticed a group of idle people crowded in a corner of the camp.

To be precise, a group of women.

They wore sheepskin coats easily removed, and their faces were covered in thick, poor makeup, making them strikingly conspicuous on the pure white snow, like dust on the Saint Siss statue.

Sir Richter frowned, pointing at those sneaky-looking women with his whip, asking his subordinates in an extremely disgusted tone.

"What are those ghostly-looking people up to?"

The servants exchanged glances; they, of course, knew what those women were doing, but standing on the edge of their lord's fury, no one dared speak rashly.

Finally, a young servant, unable to withstand the deadly glare from Sir Richter, hesitantly whispered, "My lord... perhaps... perhaps they are prostitutes..."

"Prostitutes?!"

The word ignited like a spark in a powder keg.

Richter erupted in fury: "By Saint Siss! How dare these morally corrupt, hell-deserving wretches appear on my territory!"

The thought of such filthy beings tainting the esteemed eyes of Prince Colin, tarnishing the honor of the Richter family and even Duke Blackwood of the Northern Realm, drove him to wish he could hang these soul-selling devils from the gallows.

He suddenly whipped his hand in the air, producing a loud crack, and roared with holy, undeniable authority.

"Seize them all and throw them into the dungeon!"

"I will interrogate them personally!!!"

Sir Richter's angry shouts echoed through the desolate camp.

The knight master, who had been silent in the face of actual undead, suddenly regained the might of a knight, remembering that Saint Siss was watching from above.

His guards swooped upon those screaming, panicked women like wolves, tying them up and tossing them onto horseback.

Moments later, the victorious troop, escorting their spoils, triumphantly headed back to the castle.

Standing in the castle, the servants were relieved to see Master Richter return invigorated.

Many did not know what the knight had hurried off to do, assuming he left with his army to punish the undead harassing Pompeii Village.

Yet...

Just who exactly was this "Green Teeth" Hecajelin?

Looking at the demons and ghosts on the horses, they were momentarily bewildered and unable to distinguish.

Despite always being half a beat slow, Sir Richter was always so swift and decisive.

He tossed the reins to the steward but before he could say a word, he rushed to the next battlefield—facing his wife's screams and roars.

"Enough! Kael! I've put up with you for so long! You can go with Colin, and I'll return to my father's home for a few days. Remember to write me when you've finished causing havoc!"

"No! Madam! Please, hear me out!" Richter, who had been standing tall before leaving, panicked when his wife truly got angry, his knees buckling as if he was struck by an arrow.

He dared not actually let his wife go back to her parents!

It wasn't fear of his father-in-law; it was about the gossip. How would he show his face at the lord's banquet afterwards?!

Thus, Sir Richter, busy extinguishing fires in his own backyard, promptly forgot about those devils clad in sheepskin.

By Saint Siss above, many thanks to the busy Sir Richter.

The Eagle Rock Territory was, as always, peaceful today, with the Holy Light shining as always upon every inch of the Empire.

A cause for celebration.

...

A cause for celebration, the efficiency of the Academic State was astonishing.

In just one day, tens of thousands of written exam scripts had been marked, and the students of the Empire no longer had to endure the obedience tests of the magi in the snow and wind.

The next afternoon, the black monolith representing absolute authority once again emitted a gleam like fireflies under the gaze of the masses.

But this time, what appeared on the surface of the monolith was not exam questions, but a long string of candidate numbers representing those who "passed."

The list of those who passed the written exam was out!

The entire snowfield was instantly set ablaze with excitement!