??Chapter 199: Chapter 3: The Culprit_2
Chapter 199: Chapter 3: The Culprit_2
Hoffman was even curious as to what kind of irreconcilable grudge Kor and his group had against his fiancée, such that even in front of other guests, this Sir Knight made no effort to conceal his hostility.
Three horse-drawn carriages glided smoothly to the dock along the spacious road. Aside from the vivid bear head emblem on the door of the first carriage, the other two were easily recognized as nondescript comrcial carriages. Such carriages, which could be rented at will in any city, not only could carry quite a few people but also had a luggage rack recessed into the top for plenty of baggage. With an extended compartnt, it could accommodate more than eight people if squeezed tightly, which of course was ant for servants and retainers.
“Ladies and gentlen, please enter the carriages. It’s over two hundred miles from Mattdam to Ugru, and we estimate we’ll arrive tomorrow, which ans we have to camp out tonight. Please be ntally prepared,” Ilot said with a malevolent sneer.
These guests, who prided themselves on their noble birth, had probably never tasted the experience of camping in the wild. It was just a pity that there were no Magical Beasts in the area. If one or two popped up at nightfall, it would surely send these well-dressed wretches running for their lives.
Looking at the girl wandering in the flower garden outside the window, Kor felt an indescribable feeling coursing through him. After that incident, he thought he had stopped believing in emotions, yet surprisingly, such a thought had popped into his mind, catching Kor himself off guard.
Since this girl had co to him, Kor found his mood had unwittingly beco much brighter. Often, he even thought of laying aside the tedious work at hand to accompany this girl in carefree play.
Spring in Caucasus, unlike the still chilly regions of the kingdom, was more akin to early sumr elsewhere. A single layer of clothing was sufficient, and the vibrant springti outdoors was intoxicating—horseback riding, walking, climbing, hunting. What a pleasant life it would be, if it weren’t for those annoying troubles, and how nice it would be to live like this forever.
Unfortunately, happiness is always fleeting, and maybe it’s the prolonged troubles that make one appreciate the value of happiness.
Rebry and his team had finally made a breakthrough in their exploration. That unassuming Mage actually managed to locate the switch within the clip wall, and Kor had to admit that Rebry had so substantial connections.
He seed to have quite a broad network in the Magic community of the Blue Continent, not only with many dark-oriented mages but also, more notably, with a good number of mages from the Church of Light he kept in close contact. Sotis Kor even wondered if there were any unknown forces lurking behind this man, but after careful observation and deliberation, Kor ultimately dismissed this speculation.
Such a Mage would be difficult for any force to control, and if he really were employed by a specific force, his behavior could never be as extraordinarily outlandish as it was. Humans co in all sorts, and as the most intelligent beings, they are inherently full of uniqueness and mutability. One cannot asure others by one’s own standards.
The preparations to open the clip wall were ready, and now they just needed Kor’s consent to turn the switch, then to separately solve any Magic Arrays and physical attacks that might lie behind the wall. Rebry and his team were convinced that a series of secrets must be hidden behind this succession of chanisms.
Should they manage to fully open it, even if they couldn’t find any trace of the spirits, they were sure to discover other gains.
Everyone was eager to try, especially the several mages who had already developed an endless fascination with Damarlinsk Castle. They believed that if they could decode these chanisms and bans one by one, they would be able to uncover the mysterious underground palace within the castle. Discovering that it was the work of the Miranda family of Dwarves, fad for building underground palaces, was indeed filling them with anticipation.
However, Kor really didn’t have much ntal capacity to consider this issue right now. The arrival of Hoffman, Princess Tracy, and their party had added endless troubles for him.
News from Mattdam indicated that they had already landed in Mattdam and were on their way to Ugru, but at this ti, the news delivered by two Thunderhorse Knights who ca to visit only made Kor more vexed.
The special envoy of Archbishop Tulado of the Church of Light in the Hor region would visit Caucasus in the near future and would consult with Kor regarding the Church of Light’s evangelism and preaching in Caucasus.
This series of troubles, coupled with the increasingly chaotic situation in the north of Leon, left Kor utterly unsure of how to cope. It seed as if the storms from all directions were converging on Caucasus, threatening to crush his shoulders.
Then there was Vero in front of him, who seed unaware of her past with Tracy. However, Tracy’s arrival could potentially stir up all sorts of turmoil, and Kor didn’t want Vero to get involved. Conspiracy and love never sail on the sa ship; once love becos mixed with politics, it becos a dirty trade or plot. Even though Kor found himself rapidly descending into mundanity, he still wanted to preserve a sanctuary in the depths of his mind.
Sitting alone in the secret chamber, it had been a long ti since Kor felt such an unbearable restlessness.
He had never been an ascetic, even during his life in exile he had his share of romances. However, after arriving in Caucasus, his work and Cultivation occupied all of his ti. He had even delegated the occasional social banquet to Puber, without making the acquaintance of any female from so-called high society of Caucasus.
Months went by in this dry state, and even the arrival of Vero did not make him sense anything unusual. But now everything seed to have changed, all due to her arrival.
“Sir, Princess Tracy, Princess Renta, and Prince Hoffman are waiting for you in the living room,” reported the guard, waking Kor from his reverie. Scenes from days past washed over his mind like the tide over the beach before slowly receding, resurfacing once more in Kor’s heart.
After so many years and countless tumults, the scenes seed as clear as ever, not blurred by the passage of ti. Kor shook his head with a wry smile, realizing only now just how na??ve and immature he had been. But the current Kor, having received Kennifer III’s faith and navigated the treacherous waters of politics for decades, was no longer his past self. Now, he could grasp the essence of many matters with only slight contemplation.
“Your Highnesses, county master, Caucasus is remote and desolate, with modest conditions. If you did not sleep well last night, please forgive us,” said Kor, standing before the three, having entirely regained his usual polite deanor. He wore a traditional robe from Nicosia, plain without any distinguishing marks or badges.
“Haha, Your baron is too modest. The fact that Caucasus could change so much in just over a year has greatly surprised us. Although I have never been to Caucasus, I have heard of what it used to be like. Grand Duke Philip has a discerning eye for recognizing talent, enfeoffing this land to Your baron was indeed making the best use of it, truly mutually beneficial. Your baron will also break the strange record that no lord has ever stayed in Caucasus for over a year, these facts all prove that you indeed are the true master of Caucasus,” ca the hearty laughter, showing no sign of any hidden agenda. Kor tried to gauge the true intention behind their words, noting that the fellow actually had so brains, to co up with such a move. But it seed Grand Duke Philip had also noticed this, as the inseparable presence of Tracy was clear evidence.
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