Pompeii City, Royal Palace.
A strong man with some white in his hair.
He was struggling on a woman with sweat. After a sprint, he pat the woman under him, and then lay down tiredly with the woman's support.
Takh-takh…
A pair of leather boots hit the ground, and finally, stopped in front of the man.
"Your Majesty!"
This was Soros who rescued Carl with the King's Guards.
In front of him was King Stephen, whom countless people in Yorick Kingdom worshipped.
"Tell me more details."
Stephen tapped his index finger on the table and asks with his eyes closed.
Soros didn't hesitate, and told Stephen what he saw.
Even, including the period before the trial.
He had observed everything about Carl at the stake.
Of course, even Carl's last request to him was also told to Stephen.
"Carl..."
After Stephen listened to Soros' statement, he opened his cloudy eyes.
He was in his fifties this year, but already looked like a seventy-year-old man.
"He's very smart, smarter than what I expected."
"He gave me the perfect excuse."
Stephen said.
Soros didn't speak, bowing his head, and standing aside.
"He performed very well this time. I thought the process would be difficult, or he simply wouldn't understand my cues."
"Caesar's hands have stretched out into my kingdom. At least after this incident, the Church of Light will keep a low profile."
"As for John... I'm not dead yet, why's he in such a hurry?"
Stephen pondered for a moment and continued.
When talking about John, he couldn't help showing a sarcastic smile.
There was nothing in Pompeii City that he didn't know.
Stephen waved his hand.
"Aye!"
Soros simply expressed that he had taken the order and was about to leave.
John's day won't be too easy...
Stephen didn't speak. His pupils flickered.
After a moment, he continued to speak.
"Blood Wolf City will become his training ground, and he still has a chance to inherit, as long as he performs well."
"As for what Carl told you to do, just do it."
"John needs to be taught a lesson."
After saying that, Stephen stopped talking.
Soros breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew and left after he saluted Stephen.
That was all he could do for Carl.
...
Carl walked into Blood Wolf City.
It was really hard for him to imagine that he would be the lord of the city.
In his memory, although Blood Wolf City was a frontier land, which was very desolate,
it was not this desolate.
How can it be called a city?
It's nothing but ruins.
On the ruins, there were still some people.
They had noticed Carl.
After half a month of cultivation, his body had recovered a bit.
"A fat lamb. The carriage is beautiful. There must be a lot of food."
"No one has been to our Blood Wolf City for a long time. Hurry up, I must have a good meal today."
"How can we miss out on such a good opportunity?"
The people on the ruins looked at Carl's clothes and carriage, and couldn't help but gleamed with greed.
"See? The people living in Blood Wolf City are just a bunch of scumbags."
"Just dirty maggots on the ruins."
Carl said as he stood in front of the carriage with a faint smile.
Ferrin, the witch driving the carriage, couldn't help but glance up at Carl, a strange wink flashed in his eyes.
She has to say, from her point of view, looking up at Carl,
he is really handsome…
However, the words in Carl's mouth were used to describe her before.
In other words, dirty maggots are synonymous with witches.
Ferrin didn't speak.
From the look in her eyes, there was not much trust for Carl.
Moreover, she was also very grateful to Carl.
The two do not conflict.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible for Carl to persist all the way up here in the carriage.
She had countless opportunities to get away.
If it wasn't for Carl who rescued her from Pompeii,
she would now be a corpse.
No matter whether it was the Church of Light or the King,
neither would have left her alive.
But that's all.
She felt a bit at a loss for the fate that followed.
Carl had recovered.
Where to go, or continue to follow Carl...
or maybe Carl didn't care if she stayed or not...
Who would care about a witch?
She was already used to it.
...
Carl's eyes were indifferent, with only a slight smile and contempt in his eyes.
This seemed to be the arrogance of the royal bloodline from his bones.
He had been trying his best to imitate the look of the mighty prince from his memory...
"Let's go, walk in and find the location of the City Lord's Mansion."
Carl said.
He didn't look concerned about the group of scumbags at all.
Ferrin hesitated for a moment, but still drove the carriage over the ruins and slowly moved forward.
She didn't know if Carl would die...
If he dies, she might have to run away, right?
She'd be willing to bury Carl's body if she could.
After all, Carl rescued her from Pompeii.
Somehow, Carl had a sword in his hand.
This was his only asset other than the carriage.
Carl's eyes were calm, looking straight ahead.
The eyes of the group of people on the ruins were eager.
Carl looked like he was just twenty years old, too young.
The bluff of a sword,
had no deterrent whatsoever.
When the carriage approached, the twisted thorn emblem on the carriage suddenly made their pupils shrink.
The royal emblem!
This emblem represents the royal family, and, blood and iron!
Some people couldn't help but show fear.
When Stephen expanded the kingdom, he was the most famous blood-and-iron king in the west at that time.
Countless people died under Yorick's cavalry.
Attacking the Yorick royal family?
They seemed arrogant, as if they were the source of all evil, the essence of evil,
but they were also full of despicable cowardice and fear.
This emblem reminded them of the bloody past.
It also outlined the fear that had been instilled in their hearts for a long time.
"Can't believe you're scared of a 20-something-year-old."
"Wake up, if he is a member of the Yorick royal family, how could he have only one entourage, not even a guard?"
"Stephen is already old, and Caesar intends to go west. He can't even protect himself. Our Blood Wolf City could become completely independent and establish our own principality."
"Or, build this place into our city of freedom, the city of sin!"
"Kill him! He's just our food! That's all!"
Seeing that some people were retreating, some others were unwilling to leave, and they had no reason to refuse the food served to their mouth.
Right away, four or five people walked out of the ruins!
Ferrin looked up at Carl subconsciously, but found that Carl was perfectly calm and collected.
"Go over!"
Carl said coldly.
"Courting death!"
Being so disparaged by Carl, those people quickly surrounded him.
"Boy, blame your bad luck, so what about the royal family..."
The first person approaching the carriage rushed over with a grin on his face.
However, at that moment, Carl's sword was unsheathed.
His face was stern and tense.
Hands without hesitation.
This is the simplest and most straightforward human combat technique Soros taught his predecessor.
It was also one of the few things his predecessor could learn.
He worked hard in his mind, thinking over and over what Soros looked like when he shot.
He fumbled for the physical memory left by his predecessor.
The fastest speed, the greatest strength!
And, the most complete preparation!
Killing, in an instant.
Without hesitation, he killed with one move.
The man subconsciously hurriedly raised an iron sickle, but it was directly cut off,
and also, his neck, and his life.