Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 43 - 41: Take Him

"Iron Guard Captain, what should we do?" The guard holding an iron sword looked at the man leading them.

"Of course, enter the town and chop off the filthy hands of those lowlifes!"

The Guard Captain let out a sinister laugh: "Additionally, as the sharp sword of Lord, we have the right to question the local lord’s management issues."

As the Iron Guard Captain responsible for patrolling Lord’s land, he surely knew what kind of person Lord Roland, who managed Seagull Town, was.

He was a waste expelled from the Royal City, weak and cowardly. Just look, he couldn’t even control those humble lowlifes; this matter was enough to prove his weakness!

Although the Lionheart nobles within the Kingdom were above all, there were still distinctions among nobles. In the Iron Guard Captain’s eyes, compared to the Southern Territory managed by Lord, this small town before him wasn’t even worthy of being called a doghouse.

Today, he must use the blood of lowlifes to teach Lord Roland what courage is!

The group of people began to stride aggressively towards the town, when suddenly the leading guard stopped in his tracks.

He hesitated, "Iron Guard Captain... Something strange seems to be happening ahead..."

"Shut up, I saw it too."

The Iron Guard Captain’s expression was equally uncertain; clearly, the sun had already set, yet deep within the town, dazzling sunlight still flickered!

Beams of light streaked skyward, seemingly piercing through the gloomy night.

The eerie scene shook everyone’s understanding.

"There are monsters in the town..."

Someone murmured, and the guards’ legs suddenly weakened.

The Iron Guard Captain started to panic internally. He gritted his teeth: "Let’s... return and report this matter to Lord."

·

The Lord’s mansion was brightly lit.

The servants were busy nonstop, as Southern Territory’s Lord was hosting a banquet to entertain guests from the Alliance.

Levell was a portly middle-aged man, draped in a thick mink coat, with colorful gem rings adorning his chubby fingers.

"Mr. Snow, how do you Alliance people usually enjoy the night?" He swirled his wine glass, savoring the fine wine gifted by the merchants, and sighed.

"We often pursue art, freedom, and romance at night, esteemed Lord,"

The well-dressed young merchant smiled politely: "I personally enjoy music."

"Music?" Levell was curious: "Like operas where servants perform on stage?"

"We would use more convenient means to enjoy music, such as alchemy sound boxes that store sounds."

Snow laughed: "If you’re interested, I can gift you a sound box with works by Lady Nightingale."

"And who is Lady Nightingale?" Levell found everything about the Alliance intriguing.

"She is one of the famous singers from the main island of the Star Ladder in the Alliance."

Snow patiently explained: "She was once a Platinum Adventurer who explored the sea, personally naming the route ’Red Candlelight.’ It’s said that the beautiful lady could even soothe terrifying Sea Monsters with her magnificent voice..."

Levell listened, enraptured.

He licked his lips: "Then Mr. Snow, how much would it cost to have Lady Nightingale for a night?"

Snow paused.

He wiped some sweat, seemingly not expecting such a straightforward question.

After a moment, he said helplessly: "This... might require hundreds of thousands of Radiant Gold Coins..."

It had to be said, these small island natives were really simple-minded.

If those fervent fans knew he dared to defame their idol like this, they’d probably tear down his trading company...

"Hmph, how unfortunate..."

Levell was noticeably annoyed, as he truly didn’t have that much money.

No matter how he whipped those lazy lowlifes, the Silver Coins falling into his pocket were pitifully few.

After all, the Southern Territory of the Kingdom, far from the Royal City, wasn’t that profitable. Look at those nobles who only needed to follow behind the Royal Family and kiss their behinds; they just needed to open their mouths and wealth would continuously flow into their stomachs.

Truly enviable... disgraceful!

The banquet atmosphere inexplicably became a bit awkward. Just as Snow pondered how to appease the Lord, some guards hastily entered the mansion.

"My Lord!"

The Iron Guard Captain knelt on one knee: "We’ve discovered that the lowlifes under Viscount Roland have been cutting down your Black Pine Forest!"

With a snap, Levell smashed his wine glass; his mood already sour, and the guard’s words further ignited his fury.

"Then go chop those lowlifes to feed the dogs!"

The Southern Territory Lord roared with rage: "And you need to consult me for such a trivial matter?"

Seeing the master angry, all the servants knelt down trembling.

The Iron Guard Captain quickly explained: "My Lord, we’ve also found golden creatures within Viscount Roland’s territory... so we didn’t act rashly..."

Golden creatures...

Levell suppressed his anger and thought.

Viscount Roland’s territory is at the edge of the sea; it’s actually not surprising for monsters to crawl out from the sea.

Should he ask the Lionheart Knights for assistance? Those knights had recently expelled a batch of blacksmiths infected by the Blood Plague from their territory.

Levell shook his head again, constantly requesting the knights would only make the Royal Family think he was incompetent.

Moreover, it’s said a batch of rebels emerged in the Western Border, and most knights had rushed there, temporarily unable to deal with the Southern Territory.

Levell finally made a decision.

"Monsters from the sea can’t possibly stay on land for long."

He scoffed: "Tomorrow, you lead a hundred guards, wipe out the lowlifes in Seagull Town, leave none, then bring that useless Viscount before me. I want to personally punish his mistakes!"

"Yes, my Lord!" The Iron Guard Captain immediately accepted the order.

Levell’s irritated mood slightly calmed down.

All along, for the sake of appearances, he couldn’t act against Count Howard’s offspring, since the Count, like himself, also supported the Eldest Prince.

Now there’s a fitting excuse.

He knew Viscount Roland’s appearance, that boy with grey hair and grey eyes, and his fair complexion, delicate skin, and stunning beauty...

Levell’s gaze gradually turned fervent, subconsciously adjusting his posture.

Just right to vent some fire...

·

It seemed that something had ignited.

It was sunlight, the sunlight that burned.

Wendy was already drenched in sweat, joyfully watching the ember ores before her ablaze with illusory flames, as she beamed at Lin Lan.

"Lord Roland, I did it! I saw that world!"

Her eyes sparkled brightly: "The ancient civilization’s city is right within the mine, no, the ancient civilization itself is the mine! I have never learned any of this in textbooks..."

"Alright, alright, let’s take a break,"

Lin Lan promptly interrupted the scholar’s incessant chatter.

Mining truly is hard work. Even if the extraction efficiency rose tenfold, the consumption of willpower was tangible.

Sean, aside, was slightly surprised that this seemingly delicate young girl actually possessed a tenacious willpower not inferior to his own!

The quality of the ores she mined was even slightly superior to his results.

"Next, let us proceed to the next test."

Lin Lan turned his gaze to the townsfolk in the camp, shouting: "Who among you is a blacksmith?"