Marco Kingdom is located in the north of San Marino Empire, the two countries are separated by a narrow mountain range, I don't know when, Marco Kingdom has been implementing the strong racial discrimination policy, they don't allow any gifted people to live in Marco Kingdom, and usually put them to death as soon as they are found. The neighboring countries were not happy about this policy, but they didn't try to interfere with it. After all, in order to prove that human beings can obtain the same or even stronger power than the gifted warriors through hard work, the Marco Kingdom has been developing a mechanical technology called the Iron Construct. It was a large-scale combat machine powered by a mysterious energy source that could be controlled by humans themselves. The most noteworthy thing is that this kind of combat machine doesn't need a special person like a magician or a gifted warrior to manipulate it, any ordinary person can use this kind of combat equipment freely after receiving training.
With the exception of the San Marino Empire, the Kingdom of Marco is surrounded by small countries that rely on this kind of combat machinery to defend their territories, and they can't go against what the Kingdom of Marco wants.
The only exception is the Empire of San Marino.
Contrary to the Kingdom of Marco, the Empire has been actively absorbing those gifted people, and has disdained the mechanical civilization of the Kingdom of Marco. Maybe because of the influence of the country ruled by magicians, the empire itself is quite averse to such weapons that use external forces to enhance its military level, considering them unsafe and unreliable. And due to the influence of this enlightened policy of San Marino Empire, many Turks who were born in Marco Kingdom and possessed the natural ability have traveled all the way here to find their ideal home.
At first, the Marco Kingdom expressed strong protest against San Marino, thinking that it was a wrong decision for the empire to accept these very human demons. But the center of power of the empire led by the academy council didn't pay any attention to it, so in a short time, the relationship between the two countries was suddenly tense, 200,000 mechanical devices and 150,000 magical soldiers once confronted with the twilight mountain range, and almost led to a large-scale war.
But thewar ended with the defeat of the Kingdom of Marco before it even began.
No one knows what happened.
The only thing that was circulating at the time was this one sentence.
Goyo Tower has been activated.
As the center of the Empire's magical civilization, the Tower of Five Flares is clearly more than just a post-modern art building.
That's all the information Jared could get.
And now, they're walking at the foot of the Twilight Range.
"Your Honor ..."
Yuri rode up and bowed respectfully to Caroline before turning to Jared and saying quietly.
"When we get to the front, it will be a dependency of the Kingdom of Marco, and at that time, please make sure that you treat us as slaves ..."
"Why?"
Jared was a little surprised, while Yuri explained with a bitter smile on his face.
"As a matter of fact, in the eyes of the Marco Kingdom, there is no difference between us orcs and those gifted warriors, and there are many gifted warriors among us orcs, such as my sister ... whom I believe you have already met. But I don't know if it's lucky or ironic, but the people of Marco's Kingdom don't treat us as humans, they treat us as magical beasts. So they don't have to kill us like the gifted ones, but we're safer as slaves in their territory. In this way, we are your private property, and anyone who wants to harm us will have to ask you. If you insist on treating us as ordinary people,...."
Here, Yuri lowered his head helplessly.
"Then it's only natural that we should be killed. After all, a wandering beast is not the same as a domesticated one. ..."
Orcs have no place in human society.
(... Ms. Kelly's situation, has not been very good look.)
Caroline looked back and saw that Kylie's expression was cold and indifferent, completely devoid of the spirit and majesty of the past, instead it was as if she was a vessel that had lost its soul, relying only on instinct to act. That kind of instinct called vengeance is the only source of power that she can act at this moment.
（For all we know, this may have nothing to do with Marco's kingdom, and it's all in Ms. Kelly's head.)
"But that doesn't stop Kelly from hating it, does it?"
Jared didn't look back, but continued, looking at the trees that swept back on either side of him. The wagon was speeding along the smooth road, and the cool breeze blowing through it was very pleasant.
"If the existence of that country is of some use, then this is not bad."
(... says the same thing . But ...)
Caroline's eyes glanced downward, then smiled slightly.
(He's still asleep. He looks so cozy. I'll give it a try.)
"I say, Missy, give me a break."
At the moment in Jared's side, Kura is curled up into a ball, as if an oversized cat lying on Jared's lap purring sleep. Although she had already known about her quirks, but now even Jared couldn't help but worry about it, I really hope that this is not the aftermath of the Dark Tower's faction of magic, otherwise if even Tawana had become like this, then things would really become very troublesome.
Just then, the carriage stopped.
"Who are you people?!"
A grave and heavy voice asked sternly .
"Woo Meow ..."
Kura rose up in a daze, looking from side to side like a cat just waking up, then chanted in a low voice, then her right hand drew a perfect circle in the air, then immediately fell head over heels into Jared's lap and fell into sleep once again.
As the carriage continued on its way, Jared looked through the window and saw that the soldier who had just questioned them was now staring blankly ahead as if he were a statue. They had broken through the barrier three times in a row, and Kura's magic was unexpectedly useful, saving Jared and the others the trouble of being questioned, at least. Although the breaking off of diplomatic relations between the two countries was a political issue, by extension, the Marco Kingdom was not friendly with the people of the Empire, so if they were stopped here, problems could easily arise. If we were to be stopped here, it would be a difficult situation.
"According to the current speed, in just a short while, we'll be able to reach Green City, the border city of the Marco Kingdom."
Wendy looked out the window and suddenly spoke.
"You were here?"
Jared inquired with some curiosity .
"Lord Cthulhu once sent me to investigate the terrain of the kingdom ."
Wendy continued to say half a dozen words, and then closed her mouth after saying what was necessary. Jared was helplessly shrugged his shoulders, obviously the Lord of the Heavens made a very wise choice. He even suspected that even if Wendy such a big prick into the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Marco, as long as she did not take the initiative to speak, there will be a few people to find her existence are afraid to be a problem.
Just as Wendy had said, when Jared and the others' carriage turned around the foot of the hill, they could already see the artificial city surrounded by mountains and green trees. Buried in a sea of green trees, it appeared to be an island floating in the middle of the ocean. If you don't count the burning fires and the smoke, it's a view that can be memorized.
"Could it have been an attack?"
Jared looked at the smoke over the city and frowned.
"That's a burning at the stake."
In Wendy's tone, there was a rare hint of rather obvious disgust.
"Burning at the stake?"
"Yes, it was the punishment of burning alive the discovered gifted race tied to iron bars."
Wendy doesn't seem to want to talk about it much.
"When we enter the city, we can see it."
What kind of evil can create such cruelty?
As they entered this beautiful city deep in the forest, even Caroline couldn't help but turn her head away from the scene, strongly suppressing her instinctive aversion to vomiting.
In the city's central square, only blackened, charred, inhuman remains of the red-hot iron bars remained. The citizens were walking around, laughing, singing, buying and selling goods as if nothing had happened. They didn't seem to care about the so-called corpses on top of them. It's as if it's no different from a flower or a blade of grass. The fierce flames had burned out, leaving only black charcoal.
"To the people of the Marco Kingdom, the Gifted Race is not a human being, but a type of demon, so they have no sympathy for killing demons."
Listening to Yuri's explanation, Jared closed his eyes and fell silent.
"Please leave the inn to me, wizards are still respected here."
Wendy seemed to be a bit of an anomaly today, she finished her sentence lightly, then left the carriage and walked outside.
"... This young lady doesn't seem right today?"
Jared was a little puzzled, and just then Kula opened her eyes.
"Poor for Wendy, yo ...?"
(Pity???)
"Uh-huh."
In response to Caroline's somewhat puzzled question, Kura nodded her little head, then sat up straight and said with a serious expression.
"What about the last time Wendy came here and lost her guardian ... she watched her sister being burned at the stake ..."
"You mean, Wendy's guardian is her sister?"
Jared asked rhetorically, somewhat surprised, while Kura nodded slightly.
"Well, and this child was not like this before, obviously more lively yo ... but after that, it became like this ..."
Seeing her sister being burned alive with her own eyes, and the people watching were so indifferent and even quite happy, it was only natural that Wendy would be hit so hard that she would change. The most important thing to her, her sister, who was almost half a body, was a demon in the eyes of others, and no one could bear such a severe blow.
Is that why she closed her heart and turned herself into a complete puppet of the Lord of the Heavens?
"Already booked a hotel."
Wendy's voice suddenly appeared, wondering when she'd come back to the wagon.
"Please follow me ..."
Wendy still had that emotionless, mechanical tone, but this time it was mixed with a hint of well-concealed sadness.