The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 739 - 244: Intelligence from the Human World

"The attendants went to the battlefield too?" Lumier looked at him in surprise, "I always thought—"

"Him?" The bartender glanced at the young man who was shouting loudly, curled his lips, and said, "He's just a helper who feeds the Griffins, and all the stories he tells are taken from others... But I have to say, this guy is an honest fellow, he didn't lie."

Lumier nodded, with a look of admiration on his face, and said.

"General Hamoldon is really impressive... When I came in from the port, I glanced at the northern mountains, and I simply can't imagine how he managed to take back that prominent fortress from the hands of Hell."

The bartender's mouth curled into a proud smile.

"Indeed, not just you, even we who've lived half our lives in Seldo Port feel the same way, with Hell's artillery positioned above our heads, we were surely doomed, nothing less than the end of the world. But sometimes you have to believe, Saint Sis is watching us."

"Why do you always mention Saint Sis?" Lumier took a sip of rum from his cup and looked at the bartender behind the bar, "Seems to me, it's General Hamoldon's miraculous tactics."

"That's where you're wrong," the bartender curled his lips, chuckled, and said, "Even General Hamoldon himself admitted, he was ready to die for his country that day, but then the Divine stood on his side, the Griffin Knights quietly approached Hell's artillery positions—"

"Exactly, buddy! If it weren't for the aid of the Divine, it's simply unreasonable!"

The playful voice suddenly came from behind Lumier, a hand rested on his shoulder, making him tense, involuntarily clutching the short gun attached to his waist.

The smell of alcohol that followed, however, made him relax his guard, as a drunken face leaned toward him, swaying, sitting on the high stool beside him.

"I was on site that day, if you're interested, I can tell you about it... Of course, provided you buy me a drink."

Lumier grinned, tossed a few silver coins on the table.

"Let him drink till he pukes, on me... To the defenders of Seldo Port,"

The drunkard's eyes lit up, he gave him a thumbs-up.

"Brother, you're something! But I'm with the reinforcements from Saint Yil Castle, haha, you've toasted the wrong group."

Lumier chuckled and said.

"We're all subjects of the Empire, it makes no difference."

Taking the cup passed by the bartender, the Imperial soldier from Saint Yil Castle took a swig, burped, and said.

"Your accent doesn't sound like a local."

Lumier laughed out loud and said.

"Who besides you is a local here?"

The drunken soldier scratched his back head and nodded, saying.

"That's true."

Looking at the half-drunk Imperial soldier, Lumier introduced himself.

"I'm from the Campbell Duchy."

The Imperial soldier curiously looked at him and asked.

"Where's that?"

"Southern Ryan Kingdom, northeastern shore of the Vortex Sea, a place known as the Land of Knights." Lumier smiled and continued, "I came to the New Continent for business, but now... I think I should take your stories back."

The Imperial soldier's eyes lit up, laughed heartily, and slapped his shoulder, saying.

"Then I should tell you properly..."

As one drink after another went down, the Imperial soldier indeed opened up, narrating the events from the perspective of a frontline soldier.

A helper from the Griffin Knights, a frontline soldier, the narratives from both seamlessly verified each other, essentially recreating what happened that morning.

Lumier's index finger gently tapped the bar, gradually guiding the drunkard's thoughts in the direction he anticipated.

"So you're saying... The victory that day was entirely due to the Griffin Knights' unimpeded breach through Hell's artillery positions? And it's as if Hell was blind, and the defenses supposedly deployed around the artillery positions didn't take effect at all?"

The drunken Imperial soldier was stunned, stared at him suspiciously.

"Buddy, why are you digging for such specifics?"

Lumier calmly smiled, softly said.

"Because isn't it odd? If I don't clarify, my fellow countrymen will surely think I'm bragging."

"That's true..."

The Imperial soldier muttered, glanced around, then lowered his voice, saying.

"Actually, this is indeed quite strange, our superiors told us not to spread this, because it seems... It's not Saint Sis who aided us, but a Demon God lent us a hand."

Lumier looked at him in astonishment, hurriedly lowered his voice.

"That's not something you should say casually."

That said, he leaned closer, his body lowered—his cooperative behavior was clearly urging this big-mouthed guy to continue spilling secrets without restraint.

The Imperial soldier hesitated only for two seconds, finally, under the influence of alcohol, he opened up completely, went on to say without concern.

"Forget it, it's not like I'm telling anything that can't be shared... Actually, when our Griffin Knights charged up the high ground, they found not only that it was undefended, but the goblins seemed to be cursed with blindness and weakness, otherwise those little guys scurrying around wouldn't have all failed to escape. Don't you find it peculiar? I'm quite baffled, it's like the enemy tied its own hands and feet, delivering themselves to us to kill."

Lumier's heart skipped a beat, he restrained his joy within, lowered his voice saying.