The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1455 420: Twilight Province_4

"Thank you! Sister! Thank you!"

"This is the sacred duty bestowed upon me by the Divine," Carian drew a cross on her chest, speaking gently, "Please take me there."

The boy nodded excitedly, just about to lead Sister back to the village, when Thomas suddenly placed his hand on his shoulder.

"It's too late today, let's wait until tomorrow."

Just as the villagers couldn't trust him, he couldn't trust these people he barely knew either.

"Hmm! No matter how late, I can wait!" The boy, not thinking much, continued nodding excitedly, expressing his gratitude repeatedly, and finally, after being urged by everyone, returned contentedly.

"Is this a complication?" The Mercenary Leader glanced at Thomas, then worriedly at Miss Carian.

He knew the girl was just a village girl, never baptized, merely had a wash by the river...

Can she really fulfill the sacred duty of the Divine?

Kindness cannot appease the Undead, ultimately, it still takes the Holy Light or Holy Water.

"Not sure... perhaps. But this shouldn't take long, when the time comes, we'll accompany her, it should be over quickly..." As Thomas said this, he too was filled with doubts.

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to discourage Carian from giving up, just like how he had to ponder for a long time to push her into the fire pit back then... After all, he grew up watching the epics of heroes.

Moreover, he was a devout believer.

Although he had only recently remembered it.

...

The next morning, under the gaze of the villagers and the company of mercenaries, Carian presided over a simple yet solemn funeral for the deceased old man.

She didn't recite complicated scriptures because she didn't know any. She used the most sincere and straightforward words, praying for the tranquility of the soul of the deceased and the courage for the living to carry on.

The old man's body did not turn into an Undead.

The Holy Light can purify the soul, but not every soul is so tainted as to require purification by the Holy Light.

Whether one turns into an Undead after death largely depends on the obsessions they held in life.

A person with no regrets, even an Undead Mage would find it hard to pull him from his grave.

At most, they can inject a false soul into an empty shell of bones.

Luo Yan watched from afar as the old man's soul lingered by the grave briefly before leaving without any regrets.

As to where it went, he didn't know.

After all, that wasn't his follower.

Carian's sincerity moved all the villagers present, and thus Thomas's caravan gained the goodwill and trust of these long-suffering people.

After the funeral.

An elderly man with a weathered face approached Thomas, asking for a word in private.

According to him, he was a friend of the deceased in his lifetime. To thank them for what they did, he had some things to say...

"Thank you for what you did for that old fellow, now I can have an explanation for him..." The old man's dry lips moved, and after a moment's pause, he continued, "You are good people, I cannot watch you walk into danger... I must tell you some things."

He glanced at the desolate village behind him and lowered his voice.

"You might have noticed, there's more than just famine here, there's also war. We do not dare speak to outsiders because we fear you might be the Lord's people, or perhaps the 'Kelan's' people."

Thomas was taken aback.

He had heard about the Brass Pass and knew it was in the eastern part of the Twilight Province, not too far from here.

However, the old man's expression told him that the war he spoke of wasn't about the distant Chaos, but something happening right nearby.

"Kelan?" The Mercenary Leader frowned and asked in a low voice, "What is that?"

The old man also lowered his voice, glanced around, and whispered carefully.

"He is the head of the Green Forest Army; he is a nice guy, but his subordinates might not be."

"Wait... what is the Green Forest Army?" Thomas looked at him in confusion, his puzzlement growing even stronger.

"A bunch of troublemaking farmers, some bandits and outlaws, and outsiders like you who saw an opportunity and joined in, all sorts of folks," The old man glanced at the mercenary beside Thomas, with a complicated expression, "A young man named Kelan leads them in attacking noble estates, robbing granaries and treasures… Because they wear green turbans, people started calling them the Green Forest Army, and later they adopted the name themselves."

A peasant uprising?

Standing at a distance, Luo Yan showed a surprised expression.

He wasn't surprised by the uprising itself, but rather the fact that a group of peasants could rise up under the suppression of Extraordinary Power.

It sounded too incredible.

After all, even a Diamond Level Demon King is nothing more than a "fire poker" in front of Duke Campbell.

Following Thomas, the mercenary named Ben curiously asked, "They rob the nobles' granaries, not yours, so what are you afraid of?"

Hearing this thoughtless remark, the old man's face showed a bitter smile, shaking his head: "Sir, the noble lords have long since fled to Twilight City with their families, or perhaps even further to the Royal Capital. Now on this land, which granary belongs to the 'nobles,' and who is a noble, isn't it just up to a word from the Green Forest Army... Do you think I am a noble?"