The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1448 419: The Majesty of the Dragon God

In this long night known to no one, only the Demon King knows that the true prophet is a young man named Mark.

Although he doesn't have much talent and is full of complaints, he magically predicted one thing—

"They turned the women of the Kingdom into prostitutes, some dressed in sheep's clothing selling their behinds, some dressed sharply selling theirs... And the men, they trained into dwarfs in Spirit, sheep under the stick, turtles in the pond."

They are the Nobles of the Rhode Kingdom.

Of course, maybe this doesn't count as a prophecy.

Long before the Demon King's corruption arrived, their Souls had already rotted.

Not because of Hell, not because of Chaos.

This blame cannot be placed on anyone else.

...

The next morning, the mercenaries extinguished the bonfire, packed up pots and pans, and Thomas's caravan set out in the hazy mist.

Along the way, Thomas sitting in the wagon had a restless expression, occasionally lifting the curtain to look ahead of the team, then casting his gaze toward Colin's carriage not far away.

The convoy had just driven out of the valley less than a mile when several figures appeared on the dirt road ahead.

Three Cavalry halted their horses in the middle of the road, led by a man with a face full of flesh, whose leather armor was polished bright, his Longsword swaying with the breath of the horse.

He was none other than Kabin, the well-known Guard Captain under Sir Richter—one of his Cavalry.

Nowadays, Kabin was a prominent figure in the Eagle Rock Territory and naturally wouldn't handle such trivial matters himself; his subordinates would sort it out for him.

Thomas's heart sank, instinctively looking towards the Mercenary Leader beside the wagon.

That man, looking strong and powerful, shrugged directly, returning a helpless gaze to his boss.

He didn't mind fighting with bandits, but fighting with the Lord's soldiers was not within his scope of business.

Of course, he also didn't think his boss would be foolish enough to provoke the Lord's men for a strange woman. They had discussed last night, if they could take her out they would help her, if not, it was the divine will... indicating she should stay here and face her fate.

Thomas struggled in his heart for a while, ultimately let out a soft sigh, and gestured for the caravan to stop.

Then he jumped off the wagon, braced himself and stepped forward, a fawning and humble smile on his face, approaching one of the Cavalry.

"Sir, we are a caravan registered with the merchants' guild in Dragon Watch City, I don't know what brings you here..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the leading Cavalry raised his whip, signaling him to shut up, then leisurely said.

"I am not interested in what you are doing; I just want to know if there is someone we are looking for in your team."

Thomas swallowed, nervously saying.

"I don't know who you are looking for, sir..."

"A woman, or rather a fugitive. She's wearing a black robe, maybe not wearing anything, with disheveled hair, maybe brown or maybe black... Do you have any clues?" the Cavalry Captain said leisurely, his sight sweeping over the convoy from above Thomas's head.

"What crime did she commit?" Before Thomas could speak, the young mercenary behind him suddenly couldn't help but say a word.

As soon as those words were out, Thomas and the Mercenary Leader almost simultaneously changed their expressions, looking at him straight—along with the Cavalry sitting on the warhorse.

The young man himself seemed a bit frightened, his face pale, seemingly regretting his impulsive outburst.

Of course.

Not entirely regret.

In this world, there are materialistic Luo De people, and of course, there are devout ones.

He can turn a blind eye to desecrations in the camp, but if it requires him to personally participate in such Hellish activities, he absolutely cannot bring himself to do such things.

In the Holy Word Book, silent sins are lighter, but if an innocent is pushed into Hell by one's own hand, the blame supersedes even that of Demons.

It's believed Mr. Thomas hesitated for so long for this very reason.

However, the Cavalry seemed to be in a good mood, surprisingly not punishing him for his interruption, but rather smiled and answered his question.

"Desecration of the Divine, anything else you want to ask?"

With that dagger-like gaze fixed on him, the young mercenary swallowed hard, awkwardly moved his stiff neck from side to side.

"No, nothing else."

"Good."

The Cavalry Captain nodded, yet his sharp eagle-like gaze didn't leave him, and then revealed a radiant glimmer as if discovering prey.

"Then, let me ask you... do you have any clues about the person I'm looking for?"

The Cavalry Captain paused for a moment, not waiting for the young man to answer, smiling and adding a sentence.

"Your eyes tell me that you seem to know her."

The wind whistled through the Forest, like the oppressive howl of snow wolves on the Wilderness.

Faced with three lazy-eyed Riders, more than a dozen fully armed mercenaries barely dared to breathe, lacking the bravery they displayed while drinking around the bonfire the previous day.

Including Thomas, who grew up watching heroic epics, now with a heavy face, lips white and trembling lightly.

The woman wrapped in the robe huddled inside the wagon, fearfully covering her mouth, striving not to make the slightest sound.

However, her efforts were utterly meaningless, as narrowly escaping the Lord's soldiers' search is something that only happens in a Minstrel's tale.