The young heir to the city of Paliwa walked into the night in the woods without stopping. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He didn't take a sip of water, his lips began to white, and his eyes were deeply sunken.

The snorts of wild beasts echoed through the jungle, and they alarmed several pythons and vipers, and the sound of nightfowl and animals trampling branches tormented the traveler's head.

"Maniac!"

The halberds and bearded boz were forced forward, swearing in the unpleasant tribal language - in fact, they were the guides of the jungle. To reach the territory of the Douro people, it is necessary to be led by barbarians.

Odin, on the other hand, stepped briskly on the leaves, which were soft and different to the touch of snow. His eyes could see everything at night, and the foraging nighthawks, wolves, and wild cats struck him as a novelty. In the shadows, there are no such fun things, only endless rocks, hills, snowfields, and some strange beasts that like to attack.

He silently peered into the spiritual sea of his fellow travelers, trying to understand their situation more clearly.

The down-and-out man in front of him only knew that the monarch had been murdered, his father had been framed, and the conspirators had united with the Sanctuary to establish a new monarch. The lord of the deep valley bordering Paliwa City demanded a hefty sum of money and promised to retrieve his body and erect a tombstone for him.

He may still have some connections in the imperial capital, but they are all the old party of the former kings, and they are in turmoil, and they are unable to stretch their hands to the southernmost part of the country.

It was a deeply unfair trade, but the young heir to the lord was cornered.

It seemed to be a dead end—a fugitive aristocrat who could not defend himself, a handout, a team of knights of little force, against the parish church that held control of Paliva, or even the entire new dynasty.

How to use this fulcrum to pry a boulder?

Odin kicked away the branches that stood in his way, and by the way, scared off a few wolves peeking in the grass in Daedric, and began to think about the conundrum—he was getting used to using the human mind, and he was happy to do so.

He was going to create a lever - according to Carter's mind, the Lord of the Deep Valley was supposed to be a self-interested guy who was never moved by emotion. Why, then, did he agree to help this desperate man, simply because of his friendship with Hesar Larson?

On the other hand, is the newly established monarch in the interests of all city-states? Obviously not......

Then, just hold the throat of the Lord of the Deep Valley and let him breathe in such an environment-Odin smiled at the thought of this.

Before you know it, the sun pierces through the morning mist. The woods in front of him grew lower and lower, and a little further on, there was a vast plain with yellow-green sword grass covering the entire land.

At the edge of the earth, there is an endless white ribbon - that is the Weilei River, which runs between the Sunset Empire and the Nanfeng Empire, and goes straight to the Black Sea.

The herdsmen with the upper body ****, walking along the river bank, their horse teams and cattle and sheep, scattered throughout the grassland. It was a forbidden area for the freedmen of the Empire, a colony of nomads and barbarians.

Arriving on the plains, Carter Larson looked even more nervous, the unusually restrained young monk, with a large amount of sweat on his forehead with every step.

At that moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded at the edge of the jungle, and it sounded like the horses' hooves were wrapped in pieces of iron, and the sound was clear and neat—a step peculiar to the Imperial army.

The visitors were a group of well-armed knights in silver armor. They wore the Silver Wolf Insignia, the emblem of Deep Valley City, where Lord Ted Hale once assisted the Ancestor along with Hesar Larsen.

Grand Duke Teide has an underground network that spans across the empire. He is like a spider, entrenched in the deep valley city in the middle of the empire, and no movement can escape his awareness.

Another well-known legend of his is his love of money.

His robes were densely studded with gold threads, and his castle was littered with golden ornaments, even the spittoon. It is said that his wealth could not be stored in the entire deep valley fort, so he hollowed out his territory and built a huge basement, and it is said that the royal family and the sanctuary borrowed a lot of money from him, and he could not repay the taxes for three years.

He monopolized the trade between the south-central Sunset Empire and the Nanfeng Empire, the barbarian races. When Hesar Larson was alive, he was his best friend—one interested only in money, the other ambitious only for honor and status.

But now, the once-mighty monarch Turing Stanley has been poisoned into his ear, the former Grand Duke of Paliwa has been crucified naked, and his son has pitifully appealed to the Lord of the Deep Valley for help.

It's not a good deal.

However, the good thing about money is that the losses it comes with are calculable, while the benefits it brings are unpredictable.

As a result, the lord of Fukaya lent his former friend's successor a band of knights - at the cost of a huge profit. And the penniless heir of Paliva, who had returned from the Imperial Seminary, could only dig up some gold bars to satisfy the appetite of Archduke Ted, following the trading route that his father once controlled.

Just then, news of the war between the Duro and Manca arrived, and the desperate young man hastily assembled a team of mercenaries across the jungle to guide him to the battlefield, assuring Ted that he would pay most of the asking price if the knights of Deep Valley helped the Douro win.

The knights, wearing the silver wolf insignia, sat proudly on horseback. They glanced at the ragged travelers with disdain, and had no intention of fair conversation.

Carter Larson, on the other hand, was finally breathing a little calmer. Without eating, and after a long journey, his face almost turned blue-gray. He raised his head and commanded the two barbarians to move forward quickly, his gaze as cold as ice.

Even if the knights of Deep Valley Castle are disgruntled, they cannot disobey the orders of the lord - betraying the lord will be beheaded. They could only hold the horse's belly between their legs and follow it without hurry.

The young heir of Paliva had traveled some distance across the grassland, and suddenly turned back, only to find that the ghostly black-robed man had long since disappeared.

Carter's heart, which was beating wildly, seemed to stop for a moment—he had an unusually uneasy premonition. However, he forced himself to calm down and continued to advance towards the vast plains.

Odin still stood at the edge of the jungle, looking at the team of horses that had departed from him. The Knights' Silver Wolf Badge has long been etched into his memory.

The soft sunlight scattered over him, and he stretched his aching limbs, and lay down in the soft grass, thinking.

He saw in Carter Larson's psyche the inevitable conditions that led to the chaos in Paliva, but he didn't see the aftermath - chaos in the mind of this desperate heir.

He had to do something...... to make the chaos in Paliva City do what he needs it to be. Time was running out for him - the Nightmare Horde should have sensed his escape and started scouting the outskirts of the Sunset Empire, and he didn't want to pay for it.

So Odin straightened up from the grass, left the shade of the trees at a comfortable temperature, and walked out into the fierce sunlight.

At first, he found three monks, still dressed in white embroidered gold robes and crosses, which made them stand out among the shirtless barbarians.

Standing beside them were not Templars, but Imperial cavalry wearing sunburst insignia guarding the king. They were heading deeper into the steppe.

Odin dragged a monk into the grass, wrapped his elbows around his neck, and with a gentle force, the man's head tilted in a strange direction. Then Odin took off his white robe and draped it over himself. The splendid outfit made him look like a devout servant of the gods.

Later, he spotted several more groups of people in the same costume, some heading towards the border, others preparing to return to the jungle. The returnees had only one extra sack on them - it seemed that they had just visited the banks of the Villere.

This is of course a warning and a threat to the new rulers of the Empire, and Odin does not intend to let the confrontation of power remain at this level - in his opinion, the new forces of the Sunset Empire are as fragile as fledglings, otherwise they would not need to resort to such an almost childish form of demonstration.

Odin walked through the dense grass in a snow-white and clean robe, and finally found a team wearing the silver wolf badge.