Wisk, hanging on the horse’s back, finally vomited due to the bumpy ride.
When the attendants saw Wisk had woken up, they hurriedly stopped and helped him down from the horse.
“Water, give me water!”
Wisk snatched the water pouch from the waist of an attendant and drank a big gulp before regaining his senses.
After being blown away, Wisk lost consciousness upon seeing the shattered Lucanus and now realized that it was his attendants who had hung him on a horse and escaped.
The group of attendants had indeed done their best to bring Wisk out amidst the chaos.
“Lost?”
Wisk’s mouth uttered two simple syllables, his voice so low it seemed as if he was trying to confirm the outcome of the war but was afraid that his attendants would truly tell him.
“My lord, at least by the time we escaped, the allied forces had already collapsed.”
“Then where are we now?”
“The valley was very chaotic back then, and it was impossible to leave through it. All we could do was lead you to escape in one direction, and we are now near the Tears River.”
Before the attendant could finish speaking, Wisk punched the attendant directly in the face.
“Fool! Why didn’t you wake me up? If I had been there, I could have turned the tide and commanded the allied forces to drive those Lars back! It’s all your fault! That’s right, it’s because of you that I am defeated, this failure is not my fault!”
Then Wisk angrily grabbed the attendant, asking, “Are you an undercover agent for the enemy? Speak! Did you accept a bribe from Lars?”
“My lord, I have been with the Evans Family since I was a child, have you forgotten?”
Originally, Wisk just planned to distance himself from this defeat and immediately released the attendant.
Now that he found a reason, Wisk felt no psychological burden and asked, “What do we do now?”
“First, let’s find a way out, my lord. We have identified the general direction, and we still have warhorses, we will reach the territory soon.”
Wisk nodded; as long as they reached the territory, he could make a comeback quickly. To avoid drawing attention, Wisk removed the armor from the warhorse and attendants, heading towards the direction of his territory.
By evening, Wisk’s stomach started growling, so he turned to the attendants and asked, “Do you have any food?”
The attendants looked at each other; the food was with the cook, but during the explosion, the cook had long since vanished. At that moment, they noticed a wisp of smoke rising not far away. Wisk carefully led the attendants over.
After parting the bushes, Wisk saw a campsite where some sisters were kneeling and praying with their backs to him, cooking dinner.
Seeing it was just a group of sisters, Wisk felt relieved; they were probably just from a church spreading the gospel and had set up a camp to rest along the way.
After confirming that there were only sisters, Wisk adjusted his clothing, donned the spare cloak from an attendant to make himself appear more like a noble, and strode into the campsite with an air of pride.
“Hey! You are the sisters of the Light Goddess Church, right? I am a believer of the goddess, and I need your…”
Before Wisk could finish speaking, the sisters all turned their heads in unison. They were all wearing strange bird-beak masks, with the eyes of the masks glowing an eerie red, resembling the gaze of a predator that had found its prey.
“You… are you a cultist? What are you going to do? I am a noble of the Champagne Nobility; I have money! Whatever you want, I can…”
Before he could finish, Wisk saw the sisters pick up the metal fire rods from their legs and stand up.
Wisk recognized that; it was the same fire rod used for firing molten rays on the battlefield.
“The goddess has indeed answered our prayers again! Thank you for the goddess’s gift.”
This was the last sentence Wisk heard before he fainted.
At this moment, Lind did not dare to let his guard down in the campsite. Most of the troops had been dispatched to pursue the fleeing nobles. These weren’t just tangible achievements but were also to prevent those nobles from truly making a comeback, especially Wisk.
However, after such a defeat, it would probably be difficult for those nobles to organize attacks for a while. In fact, if any noble could reorganize and attack, they likely wouldn’t have been defeated so quickly this time.
There were even quite a few nobles who surrendered, often doing so arrogantly, believing they would receive preferential treatment.
This was the traditional mindset of noble warfare; after defeat, wouldn’t they just pay a ransom? Moreover, they were still the older brothers, so the opposing lord must treat them preferentially to attract more people to surrender, right?
But these nobles seemed to have forgotten that they had initially come to take credit for their achievements, not to leave any survivors. One of the reasons for Graywhite’s retaliation was revenge; this was a war meant to kill, not a small quarrel among nobles.
Lind continually dispatched people to hunt down these fleeing nobles, demonstrating his attitude. These arrogant nobles were soon stripped of all their gear and detained.
This war went more smoothly than Lind had anticipated; there were not even any subsequent landmine traps or the need to use Isha’s meteor strikes. Although Lind didn’t initially place his hopes on such mystical phenomena.
Even though the campsite had sent most of its forces to search for these nobles, Lind was still relatively relaxed and didn’t worry about any unwise individuals daring to come and rob them. If asked why, it was because Lena was still in the campsite.
At that moment, Lena was wearing a thin garment, holding a roasted duck as she walked into Lind’s large tent.
“Brother, it’s time for dinner.”
Like usual, Lind squatted with Lena in front of the tent, tearing into the roasted duck on the plate, watching the sun slowly set in the distance. As the gentle breeze blew by, the moon and stars gradually appeared.
Lind actually didn’t like this position; given a choice, he would prefer to sit on a chair. But Lena really liked this posture because it was the most against etiquette yet the most comfortable position for her. To be on the same level as Lena during their conversation, Lind gradually got used to it.
Lena had just taken a bath; after all, she had just come down from the battlefield, and wearing ill-fitting armor, she must have been sweating.
The scent of soap mixed with the smell of blood from the battlefield floated over to Lind. This was the first time Lind had smelled this scent.
“Did you use soap?”
Lind asked curiously; after all, every noble family had dedicated soap-makers using alchemy to create the most expensive soap, but Lena had never used such a thing. In fact, she hadn’t even brought a soap-maker when coming to Graywhite.
“I had my grandpa send me two blocks of soap last time; I had forgotten to use them. This stuff is really hard to use; I washed for a long time and still couldn’t get the smell of blood off.”
The gentle breeze ruffled the girl’s golden strands, and the girl, sitting on the ground, pushed her hair back to keep it from being messed up by the evening wind.
“How’s that? Do you like it?”
The girl didn’t seem to know what she was asking, but at that moment, Lind realized that this girl, who had just come down from the battlefield and still carried the scent of blood, was his fiancée.
Before Lind could answer, Lena broke off a greasy duck leg and handed it to him.
“Here, brother, this is for you; it’s quite hearty.”
The beautiful illusion shattered instantly.
“Thank you very much.”
With a face full of disbelief, Lind took the duck leg and began to chew on it with resentment.
