"That's it."

Alkadiza agreed to the plan to go south immediately. The past decades of slowly learning sacrificial rituals and reading books had made him feel that he was wasting his time.

Although he is still young, his father has long since aged.

If we wait a few months, who can guarantee that he will still be able to see us?

About two hours later, the sun moved from the easterly position overhead to a high altitude.

On one side of the palace, in front of the palace gate, which was slightly empty due to the lack of guards, an all-black carriage and a carriage carrying supplies followed a war body.

Alkadiza stood on top of the chariot, holding the reins in his hand, already at his side. The original driver was holding a spear and leaning on the railing beside him, on the side of the chariot, fully

Wsolun, wrapped in a black robe, said.

"Even with Neferata's bloodline strength, you can't see the sun, so remember to cover the carriage with black cloth."

"If Astri is not too far away and there is no base suitable for stopping within a hundred kilometers, I can still use the Shadow Bridge to send you there."

"Then don't bother."

The prince declined. Ever since he learned that the source of the old vampire's magic power mainly came from human souls, he felt uncomfortable coming into contact with his magic.

"The Shadow Bridge consumes the wind of shadows attracted by the blocked light. It does not consume souls. It just takes a long time to prepare."

Wosolun explained while shaking his robe, and a blue-black mist emerged from the shadows.

"Speaking of which, I thought of a place where I can send you there."

"What?"

"Although we don't have a stronghold at the southernmost point of a hundred kilometers, I can send you to a place less than fifty kilometers away from Lybaras. The daily six-hour travel time is extended to 12 hours, and you can be at Lybaras

Spend the night in the city."

"The tasks of preparing food and taking care of the horses can be left to the Lybaras, and we can save this time."

The prince responded.

"Yes, you can rest in Lybaras first and then go to Astri. In this case, you can save nearly two days."

As he spoke, Wosuolun shook his head again as if he remembered something.

"However, one problem is that Neferata told us before she fell into coma that the Lybalas people knew what happened last night, so we are not sure of their attitude."

"If we don't take a long detour from Kuata in the west, we will have to pass through the territory of Lebaras in the south anyway."

Arcadiza said that if we want to avoid those Lybalas people, the journey will be extended to an unknown number of weeks.

You know, Astri is the southernmost city-state of Nehekhara, close to those lizard-like barbarians.

Finally, the prince said to the old vampire in a commanding tone.

"Send me to Lybaras."

"As you command, the future Emperor Alkadiza."

Looking askance at the vampire necromancer who was obviously pretending to be submissive, Alkadiza reminded him.

"The research on necromancy must be conducted in an area far away from Laemia and cannot affect the city of Laemia."…

"Of course it is. I will control the corruption problem, and you don't have to worry about the risk of Usoran usurping the throne. After all, you want to inherit Khemri, not Lahmia."

There was a hint of confusion in Wosolun's ugly voice.

"It will be more beneficial to you if this woman's power starts to depend on you, right?"

Alkadiza didn't like the way he spoke, but there was nothing he could do about it, after all, he was right.

"I admit, I do have the intention to control Neferata."

"After the initial fear? What a strong desire to control."

As he spoke, the gray circle expanded, and the prince and his entourage disappeared into the gray beam of light that surged into the sky.

At the same time

At that time, in the city of Lahmia, the search work was being carried out nervously.

Behind the Ukrainian special agents were the accompanying troops who had been summoned by them a long time ago. Behind them, a few guys who were obviously mentally exhausted were being shackled.

On the spear of the soldier at the forefront was the head of a guy who was trying to resist. Blood kept dripping on his hand, and the constant greasy feeling made him wipe the blood with the corner of his shirt.<

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However, this does not seem to stop the surrounding crowd from watching the excitement.

"Is this U***t?"

While he was talking, the thin man who spoke was leaning on the table with a leather helmet that already had a slash mark, eating a plate of oil and vinegar salmon, with a bowl of hummus mixed with rice beside him.

"If they hadn't moved, it would have looked like an ordinary statue used by wealthy people."

Another guy with a bright, unrusted battle ax tied to his waist was sitting opposite him, eating barbecue meatballs made of meat he didn't know what kind of meat he had, with a bowl of rice pudding placed underneath, and said with a sneer.

"That's because you don't know how to do it. Have you seen the rune weapon in Wu's hand? It would take ten years of your salary to buy one that you can use, and I'm sure the effect will be better than that thing.

There’s a lot of difference.”

The thin man agreed and laughed.

"If I had that much money, I would have bought five or six houses in Lahmia, retired from the caravan and worked as a charterer, what kind of weapons would I have bought, and I would have eaten enough to survive."

After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, he set his eyes on Wu *** Te's body again.

Seeing that the blue runes on each other's bodies became brighter, they stretched out their hands and moved around the house, as if they were detecting something.

Then with a gesture from them, the city defense troops rushed into the home of the resident they were pointing at, and captured another guy similar to those behind them.

"However, they are relying on the power of the goddess to find evildoers, just like what the story books say."

Eating the hummus from his hometown, he felt like he was almost recalling the stories he heard from his family more than ten years ago when he was a child.

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It is said that souls favored by the gods can become the envoys of the gods after death and return to the living world.

"It would be great if I could become the goddess's messenger after I die."

He sighed.

No matter how he wants to end his life, there will always be some unfinished things in this world. It is always good to be able to return to the living world after death...

"Just you? They are all champion warriors in front of them. Even if you are a mortal, you can kill ten of them in ten seconds."

His companion laughed, obviously not thinking that he could succeed.

Regardless of his identity as a caravan guard or his fighting ability, the boy in front of him has no ability to be favored by the gods, at least not by the gods he knows.

If there really is a god who can take a fancy to this kind of thing, he really wants to know how that kind of idiot became a god.

As the meal continued, the U.S. special forces were so close that they could hear clearly the conversation between the U.S. special forces and the soldiers.

"Be prepared to assist in the search. If you encounter an invincible monster, blow the whistle and we will deal with it."

"Yes, Lord God Envoy."

The big caravan guard pulled out the battle ax from his waist and slapped the table.

"Hey, don't make such a big move. We are eating here, and the ashes fell into the bowl, Mr. Angel."

On one side of Lahmia City, in a lower-class area of ​​the wealthy area that is well known to the upper class, the owner of the slum casino is drinking with his friends at home.

The other party was obviously shocked by the news about the casino owner.

"In one month, the price of silk will plummet? Where did you get the news?"

His eyes were widened, not to mention the source of this news, just at this time point, one month.

Who can know about something so long ago? Even if someone tipped off the information, it would be impossible - if the fleet of the Eastern Silk Country could be known one month in advance

If there are any trends in the market, why don’t guys with clippers like that transport more silk to sell?

If it were the yield of crops such as chickpeas or barley, he might still believe it.

After reacting, the boss’s friend shook his head repeatedly.

"I guess you may have been deceived by a psychotic liar from somewhere."

"It's not like you're crazy enough to speak incoherently. You can't say this kind of thing."

The boss didn't care what he said, and he filled up a glass of wine with his friends.

"I don't know if this news channel is reliable, let's give it a try first."

After seeing the news yesterday afternoon, he went to the social groups behind the casino and borrowed about 50 pieces of silk from some Sinian businessmen, and made a promise to return 60 pieces in a month.

At the same time, that afternoon, the casino owner used the same channel to sell the silks.

50 horses is not a large number, and it seems a bit cautious, but for people like him, it is necessary to prepare more escape routes all year round.

Even if the silk price did not fall as expected, the book he got was not completely accurate. With his net worth, compensating 10 pieces of silk was not a big deal.

However, if that book had always been accurate, he wouldn't need to open a casino and live in a slum like this for rich people.
To be continued...