Chapter 476: Life, Safety and Freedom
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The warden?
Thales felt tense as he recalled sothing. He strode forward quickly. Quick Rope caught the crossbow thrown at him in a flurry of motion and struggled to catch up to Thales with Canon trailing behind him.
“When you put us in prison, we didn’t forget your face,” Zakriel’s voice revealed so dejection.
The white knight in front of his eyes retained the sa expression, though a hint of boredom appeared on his exquisite face.
“You should be in the dungeon, not here,” the handso man said. Zakriel shook his head. He did not say anything.
The surrounding cavaliers drew closer. They almost dyed the yellow sand dune black. They were a piercing and oppressive sight.
The man in white turned around, the skull on his left shoulder shook faintly. He glared at Ricky sitting on the ground.
“Blood Whistle. Sellsword.” This ti, the man in white’s eyes turned astonishingly cold. “You are the one who shouldn’t even be here. You should be... where you’re supposed to be.” The handso man’s words carried a tone that made others uneasy.
When their identities were revealed, many of the rcenaries gulped uncontrollably. Ricky’s appearance had returned to normal. He stared at the knight before him and courteously replied, “I am sorry, sir, we are on a mission.” Ricky shrugged. He looked helpless and innocent. “But we experienced so hiccups.”
The handso man frowned slightly. “Your mission—”
At that mont, Thales got closer and could no longer hold himself back. He said loudly, “Don’t believe him! I’m the second prince—”
In the next mont, the white knight suddenly moved! He rotated his right arm, and a part of the tip of a spear appeared from nowhere. It went straight to Thales!
The teenager had been thinking hard about how to explain his situation when the spear ca, he did not even have ti to react to it before he felt his body sway!
*Bang!*
The air turned blurry. When Thales finally saw the scene before his eyes clearly, he was already in Yodel’s arms. The latter had his left arm around him to protect him. In front of the Masked Protector was the gray Supre Sword. It barely blocked the white spear tip.
Canon and Zakriel had quietly placed their hands on their weapons. They looked serious and ready to fight at any ti.
“If you interrupt again, I will kill you.” The white knight glared at Thales with his amber-colored eyes. Murderous intent shone in them. No one would think of his handso face at that mont.
Thales was dumbfounded as he watched the spear tip that was only inches away from his eyes. He was temporarily rendered speechless.
“You cannot.” Yodel shook off the man’s spear tip before he pulled Thales up and said in a chilly voice, “You do not know who he is.”
The white knight withdrew his spear. The spear turned into a shortspear again, and he put it behind his back.
“I do not care.” the handso man said coldly. “It is the sa with you, Naless One. I do not care whether you are related to the Secret Intelligence Departnt or not.”
The earring on his left ear swayed gently. It was still an exquisite sight, as though it never witnessed the earlier scene that was filled with hostility.
Canon and Zakriel who stood the closest to him, released a breath of relief. Thales’ breathing cald down. He touched his beating heart and watched Yodel in astonishnt. But the Masked Protector rely shook his head and did not say a word, as usual.
The white knight turned to Ricky again. “Your mission?”
Ricky laughed. “We are currently carrying it out. I believe you will soon see so progress,” Crassus of the Disaster Swords said while he glanced in resignation at the dazzling red light in the east.
The white knight was quiet for a while before he said, “And your accident?”
Ricky sighed. “Allow to introduce to you Prince Thales Jadestar, one of the accidents of the night.” Ricky extended his arm and gestured at Thales. Ricky spoke with an expression that suggested he felt quite resigned to the situation.
The cavaliers who were nearer imdiately began to whisper among themselves. The white knight frowned, and it made his face, which seed to belong to a person in a painting, appear even more eye-catching.
He turned his head around to scrutinize Thales. This was probably his first ti getting stared at by such a handso man. Thales thought that his clothes and appearance did not et the standard of a prince, and he felt embarrassed.
The white knight turned around and said to Ricky again, “I need an explanation...”
Thales was shocked and said, “I—”
However, Yodel imdiately pressed his shoulder to stop him from speaking. The Masked Protector leaned down and whispered into the teenager’s ear, “Williams does not like to be interrupted, and he is serious.”
Yodel added more words in his mind, ‘Regardless of whether you are a prince or not.’
‘Williams?’ Thales was flabbergasted.
“Oh, it is my fault for not introducing you and causing this misunderstanding between you two, Respected Prince Thales.” When Thales searched through his mories for this na, Ricky seed to have only registered what just happened, and he revealed an apologetic smile to Thales. “The person who stands before you is a legend of the eastern frontier of the desert.”
The leader of the rcenaries extended his arm and gestured at the incredibly handso knight. A stream of adjectives tumbled out of his mouth. “When he is on the horse, he moves as swift as wings made of lightning; he is the rciless killer who swept across thousands of miles; he is the horrifying nightmare to mixed breeds and the Barren Bone people.”
Thales glanced at the handso knight while his mind was thrown into chaos listening to the stream of adjectives. ‘Legend... Lightning.... Killer... Nightmare...’
The white knight appeared especially dazzling against the dense sea around them that was ford by the cavaliers.
“He is also the only master of Blade Fangs Dune.” Ricky sighed faintly. His gaze on the man grew more complicated. “Baron Roman Williams.”
‘Roman Williams. Baron?’ Thales furrowed his eyebrows.
Roman only listened to Ricky coldly and quietly.
“Of course, you can also address him as...” Ricky let out a breath and addressed Roman by a na in his most fearful and vigilant tone, “Legendary Wing.”
‘Legendary Wing.’ Thales scowled as he sank into deep thought.
Among the Three Commanders of Constellation, the most formidable, contradictory, and complicated person...
The man who started with nothing in the Bloody Year and Desert War; the man who slaughtered countless n and even buried six thousand orc captives in a mass grave...
The man who fought with dignity and returned triumphant, who led the army and followed the king while he paraded in Eternal Star City, and earned a na for himself as ‘the man who could conquer the Western Desert with his face’ among the commoners and won...
‘Legendary Wing?’
The Legendary Wing, the ferocious, horrifying, charming, and handso Roman Williams spoken of in legends, glanced at Thales indifferently. His expression did not change.
At that mont, Thales’ gaze was fixed on the unsightly skull on the knight’s left shoulder. He could tell what it was now.
It was the skull of an orc.
But at that exact mont...
*Bang!*
A loud noise rose from the distance! It sounded like thunder behind clouds. The crowd burst into uproar! The cavaliers who painted the sand dune black were also stupefied. They comforted their restless horses.
Thales subconsciously looked in the direction where the noise ca from. He was shocked!
It was Blade Fangs Camp. A plu of black smoke rose slowly from the direction of the camp.
‘That’s...’
Everyone watched the strange condition in Blade Fangs Camp with dumbfounded expressions. Only Ricky, who sat on the ground, exhaled with a smile.
Roman turned around, he looked disgruntled. He bellowed at the cavaliers on the slope, “Frank?!”
Even though he was shouting, his voice was clear, and it shot through the air, as though it had a power that could cleanse other people’s hearts.
Soon, a middle-aged, gray-haired knight in full armor pushed through the crowd and glanced at the camp in the distance.
“There’s been an explosion of Eternal Oil,” the veteran cavalier nad Frank said with a frown. “Those goddamn aristocrat soldiers... They just don’t know how to manage military supplies and logistics after we need...”
But, at that mont, the second plu of black smoke rose from another spot in the camp. The Legendary Wing’s expression grew even more sour.
“Wait a minute. That is...” Frank’s gaze froze, and his tone changed. “The second source of fire is at the shops. Soone has committed arson!”
His voice caused a commotion among the cavaliers. Many of them whispered anxiously. However, just by turning his head, the n who landed in Roman’s sights shut their mouths. The army was quiet again.
However, as though the gods were playing a joke with the handso knight who liked the quiet, an urgent and worrying sound from a horn rose from the direction of the camp seconds later!
*Toot... Toot... Toot...*
Three consecutive tis. It traveled everywhere. This ti, both the rcenaries and cavaliers could not help but cry out in astonishnt. They then burst into commotion!
The handso Roman looked like he could no longer bear with everything that was going on. He could not care about keeping his subordinates under control and turned around quickly to yell an order in the other direction of another slope, “Felicia?!”
While the cavaliers were in uproar, a female knight with red hair yelled at the group to move out of her way. She rode down the sand dune.
It was clear that Felicia was a rare beauty, but her hair on the left side was shaved off, for so strange reason. There was also a weird tattoo on her face. These reminded Thales of Ralf, who served him by his side.
“Sir, the ssenger has confird that there has been an invasion!” Felicia said exasperatedly, “It’s the seventh level!”
As the smoke continued to rise from the camp and the urgent tooting of the horn continued, the commotion in the army grew more intense.
Amid the commotion, the Legendary Wing lowered his head and was quiet.
Perhaps it was because of his attitude, or because military discipline was strict and impartial, but soon, the uneasy cavaliers cald down one by one.
What left a strong impression for Thales was the overwhelming power of silence that took over in a split second when the great number of cavaliers quieted down suddenly.
In the quietness that gave rise to fear, Roman turned his head slowly to look at Ricky on the ground.
“You?”
Ricky exhaled softly and looked up with a smile as he glanced fearlessly at the Legendary Wing, who was overwhelmingly superior in terms of power and military strength.
“Yes, Your Grace. What you see now is our mission.”
The rcenaries began to whisper. Thales frowned and looked at Stake, who was among the crowd. He had fainted in the chaotic battle and still had not yet regained his consciousness.
Roman looked calm. His handso face showed no sign that he was affected by this. “How did you do it?”
Ricky shrugged and spread his arms in resignation. “Oh, it’s all thanks to my comrades in Shadow Shield—”
This ti, Roman interrupted him without hesitation, and asked in a freezing tone, “What happened?”
When he was interrupted, Ricky beca quiet. He lowered his eyes and muttered to himself before he looked up.
“The prisoners in the White Prison have been released. They are pillaging the camp and starting a rebellion,” Ricky said naturally, and was not the least bit alard.
Ricky continued to smile and say, “The military supply that holds the key to the garrison’s survival is burning in flas. This will shake the military to its core.”
His words caused a commotion among the cavaliers again. Ricky glanced in the direction of the camp and clicked his tongue before he said,
“But now, the Western Desert suzerains, who are the only ones in the camp with a garrison and have the capability to handle the situation, are caught in an internal strife and are on the verge of a mutiny over an aristocratic feud. As for the seventh level alarm, which is also the highest level ergency in the camp...”
Ricky grinned as he listened to the sound of the horn that was clear and faint at tis.
“Outside the camp, the mixed breeds and the Barren Bone people, led by the Shattered Stone tribe and Seralon tribe, have just snuck back. They are prepared to use the opportunity when the people of Blade Fangs Camp can hardly look after themselves to ambush and invade the camp. They will plunder to their hearts’ content, and they will wipe off the insult they suffered eleven years ago in the Desert War.”
‘The Shattered Stone tribe?’ Thales was shocked!
The militants all over the sand dunes finally burst into uproar!
The middle-aged knight, Frank, was at first stupefied, before he roared in anger, “F*ck you—”
Roman suddenly raised his hand and stopped Frank’s cursing. In the next mont, the militants went quiet. No one dared to whisper anymore.
Roman looked up and glanced at the camp from which plus of black smoke continued to rise.
“Indeed, sellsword, you have surpassed my expectations,” Roman said coldly.
Ricky nodded. He looked rather emotional. “It has been an extraordinary night, and we did run into so small surprises.”
The two n were quiet for a few seconds. In the next mont, Roman suddenly said, “So, what do you want?”
When they heard this, the Royal Guards, Frank, and Felicia watched the Legendary Wing in astonishnt.
Ricky laughed. “You are sharp indeed, sir.” He stood up, gestured in his subordinates’ direction, and bowed with respect.
“We, the amicable and good-natured Blood Whistle, your rcenary comrades...” Ricky curled a finger, and Klein imdiately smacked an unconscious captive awake before he brought him forward. “We present to you the person who has the greatest authority over Shadow Shield in Northland, Stake.”
As Ricky watched how Stake put on a terrified expression before the cavaliers—in battle formation—when he woke up, he smiled faintly.
“His appearance will cause the assassins who started the rebellion in secret to give up and disperse.”
The Legendary Wing frowned and did not speak.
“We will also return the only heir of Constellation, Prince Thales Jadestar.” Ricky extended his hand towards Thales, who was not too far away from them. The latter could not help but grit his teeth. “His identity should be sufficient to suppress the rebellious Western Desert suzerains in your camp.”
Ricky watched the man’s expression and seized the opportunity to smile modestly.
“Of course, we will also provide an opportunity for you to do so.” Ricky pointed at the camp in the distance with black smoke rising from it. “It’s an opportunity where you will not need to waste your ti and resources on us bumpkins who have hostages in our hands. You can use that chance to command your army and put an end to the chaos. You can turn the tide in the camp.”
Now, even Zakriel began to frown and scrutinize the man again. This man had been a crazy and malevolent demon hungry for battle a mont ago, but now, he had beco the reliable and wise man nad Crassus once more.
The Legendary Wing still did not say a word.
“We, the Blood Whistles, would like to buy our lives, safety and freedom from you, in exchange for all of the above.” Ricky nodded respectfully.
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