On the third day of the siege, the rebels had all withdrawn from the Kara Mountains, and the scouts of the Griffin Knights found that not only the rebels had withdrawn, but also the ogre tribes hiding in the depths of the Kara Mountains.

It can also be seen from this that Prince William is indeed worthy of the name of the god of war.

After losing the last danger from Boulder City to Sardinia City, he did not take chances to meet the unstoppable Kingdom reinforcements, but decisively withdrew from the Kara Mountains, and even lost a large part of the territory he had already occupied, and retreated directly to Brass Pass in the middle of the kingdom.

After learning the news, Duke Longfellow, the marshal of the Rick Kingdom, secretly said that it was a pity.

Originally, after the reinforcements of Boulder City and the alliance of the kingdoms in Sardinia made peace, they could inflict heavy losses on the rebels in one go, but now Prince William was allowed to preserve his strength and withdraw to Brass Pass, so that the battle situation became confusing again.

Before leaving, the rebels took almost everything they could, and all that they couldn't take was killed and burned. The kingdom's scouts followed the rebels for some distance, passing through villages in ruins, piles of civilian bones, and slaughtered livestock lying in pools of blood, for crows to eat.

Along the road from the Kara Mountains to Brass Pass, displaced refugees can be seen every ten miles.

The impact of this war on the Rick Kingdom, and indeed on the entire continent of Aditya, has surpassed any war in a hundred years.

Even if Flynn eventually retains his throne without a century or two of recuperation, the kingdom of Rick will not want to escape the shadow of this war......

……

The icy stone walls are inlaid with torches, and the narrow and steep stone corridor leads to the ground.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man who was locked behind the iron fence slowly raised his head. By the dim light of the fire, you can see that his whole body is covered with hideous wounds, and you can imagine what kind of torture he had endured before this.

Beneath the dry, messy hair was a pair of bloodshot eyes, but even that couldn't hide the frenzied light behind those pupils.

"Open the door."

"Yes, Captain."

Reinhardt nodded to the guards at the door, and walked in with the men behind him.

This is the dungeon of Sardinia, where the most vicious criminals are imprisoned, and once they are imprisoned, they will never be able to escape. According to the laws of the kingdom of Rick, even the lords who defected to the rebels could eventually get the chance to redeem themselves as long as they proved their nobility and paid a large ransom.

However, there are some people whose sins cannot be washed away by ransom.

The man in the white robe stood outside the iron bar, staring coldly at the man in the cell.

"Is that him?"

"That's right." Reinhardt nodded expressionlessly.

"Gris-Murphy," looked at the white-robed man behind Reinhardt, the prisoner kneeling on the ground, and a laugh bordering on madness.

The man frowned: "Have you seen me?" ”

"Of course I did, tsk, who on this continent would be unfamiliar with the famous Lord Gris?" The serpent-like gaze stayed on Gris's body, and then glanced at Reinhardt next to him, and the prisoner chattered and laughed, "It's really my honor to have the honorable Master of the Inquisition. ”

"Whip him twice and calm him down." Gris said in a cold tone.

Behind him, the white-robed knight stepped forward, took out his whip from under his cloak, and threw it at the man's face.

Smack——!

"Ah——!h

A miserable howl echoed through the dungeon, and the guards standing at the door of the dungeon shrank nervously.

The sound of whipping through the air did not stop for the slightest, but the screams weakened.

Blood splattered on the walls.

Seeing that the prisoner was curled up on the ground and was dying, Gris raised his hand and motioned for the knight to stop what he was doing and step forward.

His gaze coldly looked down at the prisoner curled up on the ground like looking down at a dead dog, and after a pause of about five minutes, he said slowly.

"I ask, you answer, if you have a word that lies, then I will smash one of your fingers."

"First question,"

From William's expulsion to the appearance of those Chaos Apostles in dark red robes in the rebels' camp, it took no more than half a month before and after. The Church has enough information to prove that there is a group of believers loyal to the Lord of Chaos, who are operating in the shadows of Aditya, secretly spreading the faith of Chaos.

After thousands of years of dormancy, they have mastered enough power...... At least they think so. Prince William is one of the spokesmen they pushed to the front of the stage, if it weren't for the oracle sent down by the father God Julian, I am afraid that until the kingdom of Rick was completely corrupted by the forces of chaos, the holy city of Romania would still be kept in the dark.

Without answering Gris's question, the prisoner lay on the ground, with a blood-stained mouth, let out a shriveled laugh.

"You think you've won?"

The knight next to him raised his horsewhip and was about to step forward, but was indeed stopped by Gris raising his hand.

Wordlessly looking at the man on the ground, Gris waited for him to finish.

"Tut-tut, naïve ......"

“…… The blue vortex is about to open, the last chain that hinders my lord's arrival will be broken, the seal left by the elves will not help you for long, someone will avenge me. ”

As if he had exhausted the last of his strength, after saying this, the prisoner's pupils were dissipated. The attendant standing next to him took the bucket and poured a basin of cold water on it, but there was no response.

Standing behind Gris, Clement and Reinhardt glanced at each other, seeing the same trace of concern in each other's eyes.

This catastrophe may be even more serious than they imagined......

……

A flame rises from the fireplace, and burning wood crackles.

As the footsteps at the door approached, Flynn put down the book in his hand, coughed pretentiously, and got up to meet the door.

At this time, the wooden door of the study was opened.

The person standing at the door was none other than the chief wizard of the Rick Kingdom, Jiang Feng.

"Welcome, Savior of the Rick Kingdom, Your Excellency the Great and Wise Jiang Feng." With a bright smile on his face, Flynn greeted Jiang Feng warmly and politely, "I really don't know how to thank you." ”

"You can use gold." Jiang Feng said quite directly.

Flynn's expression was a little embarrassed, but the embarrassment was only fleeting.

If other nobles asked him for a reward in such a straightforward tone, not to mention being furious, at least there would definitely be no good faces. However, wizards are different, whether it is here or on the continent across the sea, the status of wizards is transcendent.

For a powerful wizard, Flynn certainly wouldn't hold him to the standards of the world, catering to the courtesies of the kingdom. It was better to say that Jiang Feng did not beat around the bush and directly said his request, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Of course, this is part of the agreement," Flynn coughed softly, "and as a token of gratitude and respect for you, I present you with two hundred tons of gold in the name of the King of the Rick Kingdom. The gold is now in the royal palace in Valland, and you can withdraw it whenever you wish. ”

Hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Jiang Feng's face, and he nodded slightly.

"Thank you for your generosity, and may the coat of arms of the House of Serein always shine."

Two hundred tons of gold, taking into account the conditions of production in primitive societies, this is already not a small amount.

Although the continent of Aditya is a silver standard country and there is no currency made of gold in circulation, gold is still a valuable thing and is used in many priests and ceremonies. According to the exchange rate of 1:20, 200 tons of gold is 4,000 tons of pure silver, and the standard of the Rick Kingdom can mint silver coins, which can make almost 400 million UBS.

Of course, considering inflation and the purchasing power and productivity of this era, if you really want to convert two hundred tons of gold into coins, the figure of 400 million will definitely shrink a lot, but this has nothing to do with Jiang Feng.

Combined with the treasure he had previously stolen from Captain Monkyrie, as well as the gold bars in the vaults of Boulder City, his gold reserves had reached three hundred tons. If you don't take into account the deterioration loss of the material conversion furnace, it is 300 stardust points.

One step closer to repairing the ship's 10,000 points of stardust.