In the Name of Empress-Chapter 233 - 176: Val City Won’t Allow Such an Overpowered Person
As for whether he would be killed by Roland in a fit of rage, he couldn’t care less.
His political career was damn well ruined, why care about these things?
He hadn’t even had the chance to draw his sword before Roland was already clutching his arm, roaring with a voice like a dragon’s bellow.
"Mr. Camille is about to die! Where’s the priest? Get over here and save him!"
Camille was originally just severely injured, but this time he was nearly angered to death by Roland.
He coughed violently, blood continuously seeping from the edges of his lips, his eyes cold as ice, staring fixedly at Roland but almost unable to breathe.
Roland’s roar caused everyone to "know" that Camille had been internally injured in his duel with Roland, almost dying on the spot.
The onlookers saw everything clearly.
Mr. Roland just jumped down from the window, and it scared Camille into not daring to move; just came over and patted his shoulder, injuring Camille severely, to the extent he didn’t dare to fight back.
They all say the Vladimir people are brave and fierce, but it seems to be all bluster.
This is not rumor, but something that happened right before their eyes.
Moreover, Mr. Roland publicized an earth-shattering discovery, allowing everyone to benefit.
Truly deserving of Mr. Roland, much better than those crude Rurik people.
In the disdain chain of the Rodinia Continent, national status generally decreases from west to east.
The elegant Sussex people and the romantic Jin Yuan people stand at the top of the disdain chain.
They define nobility and composure.
The candid Odin people and the art-savvy Talia people are in the middle of the disdain chain.
They respectively represent nonchalance and finesse.
The Rurik people and the Wende people of the east are synonyms for barbarism and crudity.
As for the indigenous peoples of the South Continent and the Samaritans... 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
In the eyes of the noble Rodinians, they have no place in human pedigree and are only fit to be slaves.
The Val City State was annexed by major nations, and the Val People harbored resentment, but even their grievances have levels.
Roland saved the Holy Spring Revival Ceremony, preventing the Val City State from becoming the Land of the Forsaken, directly rescuing them.
If they had to be annexed, they would rather have Roland as their lord instead of the crude Rurik people.
With Roland’s roar, the onlookers also began to clamor loudly, mocking voices chirping incessantly, constantly ringing in Camille’s ears.
Shortly after Roland’s roar, a clear voice came from the other end of Central Avenue.
"Who is calling for the priest?"
With the arrival of the clear voice, the onlookers cast their gaze and saw Christine dressed in priestly garb walking over from the other side with a serene expression.
Her attire was quite plain today, just a white robe symbolizing purity.
The robe hid her striking curves, making her appear especially petite.
She removed her veil and quickened her pace.
"Is it this gentleman who needs treatment?"
Camille indeed needed treatment, but he couldn’t accept being humiliated like this in the street.
Though the Vladimir Empire also adheres to the Faith in Light, they are not aligned with the Divine Court of Light headquartered in the Wende Empire, claiming to be the Eastern Orthodox Sect, simply known as the Eastern Sect.
He’s already quite humiliated, and if he were further treated by a Heretic Saintess, even if he didn’t commit suicide upon returning, he’d have no political future.
He bit his tongue, roared in fury, entered a Blood Rage state, forcefully pushed Roland’s hand away, straightened his chest, and coldly said:
"Mr. Roland, I’m fine, no need for your concern. I will remember today’s incident."
"Oh dear, Camille, you needn’t be so polite. Although we haven’t met often, you signaled me at White Mountain, willing to help, we’re friends, I’m just concerned for a friend."
Bad news: Camille was nearly infuriated to spitting blood again by Roland’s shameless words.
Good news: He had lost too much blood today, he couldn’t spit anymore.
He stared at Roland, wanting to say a few harsh words, but the current situation was dire, and anything he said sounded like impotent fury, so he had to remain silent.
The joy of the victorious exploration of White Mountain evaporated completely.
The pleasure of showing off on the long street disappeared as well.
He truly regretted it.
General Frosty Winter was right, one should be low-key, not ostentatious.
If given a chance to redo it, he would desperately wish to burrow in like a rat from the sewer, ensuring no one would notice his presence.
But alas, it’s too late now for anything.
He regretted so much he almost wanted to cry out loud, but could only maintain his composure and walk back.
He firmly rejected Christine’s treatment, insisted he was fine, and moved forward.
However, his legs were feeble, his knees trembling.
Though he seemed tall and mighty, his chest still bloody, like an iron-blooded War God, his body was already as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.
In his current state, any burly man could easily push him over.
Misfortune never comes singly, the distraught Camille accidentally stepped on a pair of delicate women’s leather boots.
"Oh no, you stepped on me."
Lisa exclaimed, forcefully withdrew the boot that was "accidentally" stepped on.
Her forceful tug seemed slow but was actually swift, Camille didn’t notice, and with this pulling the rug out from under him, he completely lost his balance.
The tall Camille fell backward, his head hitting the ground with a "thud," knocking him unconscious on the spot.
He probably didn’t divinate his fortune today, resulting in misfortune clinging to him, everything going wrong.
If he hadn’t fiercely battled his fellow humans and wolves, giant bears at White Mountain, he wouldn’t have expended ninety percent of his strength.
If he hadn’t tried to put on a grand display in front of others, Roland wouldn’t have seen his weakness.
