Chapter 21: Impudent Demands
The morning light spills down.
The luxurious mansion from yesterday has turned into ruins. The young priestess is negotiating with a middle-aged man who looks like the Captain of the Guard. She takes out a badge representing the light of dawn, along with a badge proving her delegation from the Radi Church. In the eyes of ordinary people, the Radi Church holds a high status, as they are, after all, on the side of goodness and justice. There are many corpses of vampires in the ruins, and with her identity, handling this matter should not be problematic.
Soren sits on the rooftop, playing with a badge, or rather, a coat of arms.
It was found on the Fac, and it is imprinted with a massive Eye Demon, but unlike other Eye Demons, its eye stalks have all been chopped off. The eyeballs on its tentacles have been severed one by one, and even the huge eye in the center of its body has been ruthlessly gouged out. It gazes forward with its cavernous, bl**d-soaked eye sockets surrounded by a mass of twisted flesh and something indescribable.
“Eye Tyrant?”
Soren examines the badge closely, muttering, “So the Fac was once the Eye Tyrant! Who defeated this Challenge Level 25 monster? And gouged out its eyes? It seems it has embarked on the path of the Evil God?”
The Eye Tyrant.
A terrifying type of creature in the evolution of Eye Demons, stronger than the Fallen Eye Tyrant. It is a mutated form of an Eye Demon.
There are very few in the entire multiverse.
Although Soren has encountered the Fac before, this is the first time he has obtained such a badge; that Wanderer should be a core member of the Fac organization.
A monster with a biological level nearing 30 is preparing for the Investiture of the Gods, and the chaos it stirs must have just begun.
Historically, no Eye Demon has successfully undergone the Investiture of the Gods, and Soren is unsure if this one succeeded, as no one has seen the true form of this Evil God.
Clatter!
After the young priestess finishes her negotiation with the town’s guard, Soren also drops down from the rooftop.
“It’s settled.”
The young priestess has a strange expression, looking at Soren and saying, “We’ve already sent word to the Witch Council, and someone should be coming soon to handle it. They probably wouldn’t want a large number of vampires appearing in their territory.”
Soren nods slightly, then tosses the badge in his hand to her.
“Are you leaving?” the young priestess looks up and asks.
Soren glances at her and smiles, “Yes. There are other matters I need to attend to.”
“Uh-huh.” Anliya nods and softly says, “I hope we have a chance to meet again. I miss Vivian a bit.”
Soren smiles faintly.
Then he turns and walks towards Withered Leaf Town. After killing so many vampires and Fac’s believers, some of whom involve noble identities, this matter must be explained to the Witch Council. They need to stay and clarify everything with the Witch Council before they can leave; otherwise, the Witch Council is likely to be enraged by the d*ath of a noble. Even the people from the Radi Church wouldn’t dare to easily offend these powerful witches.
Soren has no time to linger here.
Anliya and the others will need at least three days to handle the follow-up work on these matters.
Ending evil and promoting good, then just walking away, will only trigger greater chaos. There are still many trivial matters here; a noble being corrupted and falling to the vampires will likely create issues that may even shake the surrounding areas.
But that should be a headache for the Vampire Church!
………………
Soren directly crossed the Northern Region.
Using the Flight Spell, he traverses the snow-capped mountains and returns once again to this cold kingdom.
The snow and ice here have not yet melted.
Soren follows the route from memory, heading towards a small town near Ice River City, which he passed when leaving the Northern Region.
Winter Spring Town.
It seems to be called that.
A town located between Ice River City and Arendelle, with a population of several thousand. It is considered neither too big nor too small. Having camped outside for a few days, Soren decides to spend the night here. Therefore, he directly heads to the tavern after entering the town. The passersby are hurried, and it seems that the atmosphere of panic has spread to this cold world in just a few months. The town’s guard stops him for a few questions, then warns him not to cause trouble before letting him go.
“It seems something has happened!”
Soren glances at the tense guard squad and then enters the tavern; here is where he can find the information he seeks.
In fact, the news has already spread.
It just hadn’t reached Soren in time due to distance, after all, the Frozen Kingdom and Southern Islands are too far apart.
The concerns Soren had finally came to pass.
Without the protection of the long princess, the wealth of Arendelle has brought them disaster. About a week ago, shortly after Soren received news from the Frozen Kingdom, Arendelle was attacked by enemies. Not only did the Víkings based in overseas Iceland assault them, but even the Southern Islands also launched an attack.
The harbor of Arendelle has been blockaded.
The war has not fully erupted yet; the fleet from the Southern Islands has only allied with the Víkings to ambush Arendelle’s warships, temporarily cutting off the shipping routes of the Frozen Kingdom.
Blockading the harbor.
This is a sign of impending war. After the news spreads, even other places have been affected.
The tavern is filled with chatter.
Some merchants complain that after the harbor was blockaded, all shipments have been halted. However, much more discussion revolves around how Princess Anna of Arendelle will face this crisis.
“Ugh! … Have you heard? …”
A clearly inebriated bearded merchant burps and looks at the others, “I heard that the one leading the fleet to blockade Arendelle’s harbor is a prince from the Southern Islands.”
“This shameless robber made a very impudent demand after blocking the harbor! …”
Demand?
Soren, sitting in a corner, furrows his brows upon hearing this. He glances at the middle-aged merchant who is deliberately teasing the others’ appetites and tosses a Gind towards him, saying coldly, “What demand? I don’t like to hear people beating around the bush; otherwise, I’ll break your neck! …”
The middle-aged merchant quickly reaches out to catch the Gind, then swallows hard and says, “I also heard this from others.”
“That prince from the Southern Islands seems to be called… Hans-Ter! … He sent an envoy saying… if Princess Anna agrees to marry him, he will order the blockade of Arendelle to be lifted! … Otherwise, not a single ship will leave Arendelle! …”
Crack.
The wine glass in Soren’s hand shatters, and a cold killing intent rises on his face as he says in a deep voice, “Are you sure?!”
“Yes… it’s like that! …”
The middle-aged merchant is startled by him, cold sweat breaks out on his forehead, and he seems to have sobered up somewhat, gradually articulating, “I heard this from someone else. I have a relative who works in Arendelle.”
Upon hearing this, Soren’s gaze turns even colder.
He tosses a Gind onto the bar and then turns to walk out of the tavern.
The day is already late.
Soren’s figure disappears into the darkness, quickly vanishing into the vast night.
………………(To be continued ~^~)
