Mushroom Lord in the Underground City-Chapter 437 - 428: Saving the World, Starting From...
Lin Jun sent eight thousand Pukis under her control, under the banner of Pink Puki, to join Inanna’s support team.
Thanks to the current development of the Northern Territory, which has almost entered the right track, although it encountered a strange natural disaster of a sudden drop in temperature, it can still rely on subordinates to maintain good operations, without too many places needing Lin Jun’s own controlled Pukis.
So much so that Lin Jun can provide Inanna with eight thousand Pukis while keeping enough reserves on her side.
These seven thousand are not all cannon fodder. Besides those obviously unique Heavy Armor Pukis and Fat Otaku Pukis, among those ordinary-looking Pukis, there are elite ones at Scout Level, and even two Knight Pukis.
Plus the ones Inanna originally led, they make up three Knights.
Not only that, but if this Puki army suffers any losses, Lin Jun will quietly find ways to replenish them.
As for Eric, after being shocked, puzzled, concerned, and thoughtful, he finally decided to support Inanna.
Because frankly, if the Kingdom is defeated, the Empire’s dominance in the future can almost be foreseen, and nowhere would be really safe.
Moreover, Eric also has some of his own thoughts.
If Inanna goes to the frontline and meets the Duke, perhaps the Duke will cherish his own life a bit more.
If things become hopeless, the Duke can take Inanna and escape, which is an acceptable outcome among many terrible endings.
As for the ever more suspicious Puki, until the threat is fully revealed, he can only choose to turn a blind eye, but he must prepare some means for Miss Inanna just in case.
As for going to the frontline, it is certainly not possible to just let the young lady rush in stupidly. In Eric’s eyes, eight thousand Pukis are many, but they are not enough for the frontline.
Coincidentally, that batch of newly recruited Puki Masters also needs to be sent to the frontline, so let Miss Inanna be the nominal leader.
Considering that Miss Inanna’s talent in commanding and managing is limited, she also has to bring an adjutant with talent in this aspect.
All the equipment from the treasury was taken out, eager to let Inanna wear twenty rings on her ten fingers.
At the same time, they have to find several experts to protect Miss Inanna’s safety, not necessarily all powerful in combat, but at least with special skills to protect people...
Eric remembered the guy named Edin. After several contacts, he realized the other party is indeed a seasoned Illusionist.
However, after contacting Fa’er, he learned that he had already gone alone to the frontline and has not returned, so he had to give up and choose someone else.
Naturally, such preparations require several days of effort, but fortunately, the Demon Race did not rush to act.
The battle to take High Castle Fortress cost the Demon Race’s three Dukes heavily. Duke Eleanor was left with half a life, and the weakening effect of the Sunstone penetrated deeply into his body, needing a lot of time to recover despite various precious potions.
Meanwhile, to prevent humans from easily retaking High Castle Fortress after the army left, repairing the fortress was a necessary task.
And because High Castle Fortress has been taken, the Demon Race on the Western Prince’s side was not in a hurry to conquer Three Mountains City, just waiting for the two armies to converge and then with absolute force, with minimal loss, to devour the human forces.
In short, before the imminent decisive battle, the frontline unexpectedly welcomed a rare moment of peace.
And in the unnoticed northern part of the Empire, some unknown things were happening.
...
In the north of the Empire, in a city near the border.
The towering city walls stood imposingly, reportedly originally built to guard against invasion from Northern Territory tribes.
However, nowadays, there are few Demon Race guards patrolling the walls, and those defense arrays that should be radiant with magic light mostly dim due to neglect.
After all, since the Empire was established three hundred years ago, apart from the initial turbulent dozen years, there has never been a ridiculous incident of tribes daring to invade the Empire.
"Ha!"
Exhaling a breath of hot air, Foxman Jiro rubbed his somewhat frozen hands.
He walked openly down the street, naturally attracting varied glances from the surrounding Demon Race, as everyone knew Foxmen were part of the United Kingdom.
However, whether they were passing pedestrians, patrolling guards, or those dangerous-eyed fellows hiding in alleys, none approached to trouble him.
The reason is simple, Jiro’s right hand wears a conspicuous ring with a green emblem, signifying he is at least friendly with a figure of Earl or higher status within the Empire.
Friendly enough for the other party to vouch for him, allowing him, a non-Demon Race individual, to move freely within the Empire.
Unless there is clear evidence, any troublemaking behavior would be deemed a provocation to that figure.
Jiro paid no mind to other people’s gazes, just rubbed his hands again as if cold, finding a tavern to slip into.
Although it wasn’t dark yet, the tavern was already gathering many from the Demon Race.
The sudden cold snap led those who could afford leisure to rather huddle in warm taverns than venture cold daylight.
Jiro’s appearance briefly attracted attention, but upon seeing the ring on his hand, their gazes casually shifted away.
"A cup of warm fruit juice, please." He ordered in flawless Demon Language, ignoring the frustrated expressions of several Demons nearby who wanted to mock but stopped in time, calmly choosing a seat in the few remaining spaces.
With a cup of warm juice down, Jiro felt his stomach warm.
His [Cold Resistance] wasn’t high, genuinely disliking activity in the north but had no choice, as the person he needed to find was here!
"Hello, Tanaka." He greeted the ordinary-looking Half-demon opposite.
The Half-demon momentarily stiffened, then continued to drink casually.
Jiro seemingly talked to himself, "Two-tone stone steps, seventh spiral arm, Cinderstone road number thirteen, underground level three."
Disguised as Half-demon, Tanaka couldn’t keep up the act anymore. Jiro had just disclosed the location of his main body!
Leaning forward, he intently stared at the Foxman ahead, voice lowered, "Who exactly are you?"
"Sir can see for yourself," Jiro smiled slightly, exposing his identity, "Hero, my lord."
Tanaka’s pupils shrank sharply, scanning nervously but no one noticed them.
He then realized some barrier confined their voices within this space.
And the fellow before him...
[Name: Jiro]
[Race: Foxman]
[Level: Level 55]
[Skills: Wind Magic Level 8, Fire Magic Level 7, Spiritual Magic Level 7, Magic Storage Level 6... Cold Resistance Level 4, Physical Resistance Level 3...]
Besides the three magic series, an ordinary if somewhat weak panel for this level, if not for the final item...
[Achievement: Virtue of Temperance (Simulating Future Vision)]
Tanaka swallowed hard, feeling targeted, "Temperance... such exaggeration, is this world’s balance mechanism out of whack... then what do you want with me?"
"To save the world."
Tanaka rolled his eyes, "Of course... can’t you just deal with the Empire..."
"Not dealing with the Empire," Jiro interrupted, eyes flashing unprecedented seriousness, "it’s saving the world. If within years the whole world is doomed, you would be troubled too, right?"
"Years hence... world destruction? Not possible, even the mist can’t..." Tanaka half-spoke, glancing at Jiro’s [Temperance], and his voice waned.
Frustratedly scratched his hair, nearly growling: "Listen, I’m not even at Gold Level, a complete weakling! What do you want me to do?"
"This is something only you are willing and capable to do," Jiro leaned slightly forward, "lifting the seal on the Demon King."
"Repeat what you say, lift what?????"
