It proves that, without understanding the details, Bloodline Magic can be quite intimidating.
Of course, even when one is aware of the details, Bloodline Magic must still be approached with caution; it’s just that without knowing the specifics, it’s very easy to create the illusion that the Demon Clan is a naturally magical race.
Even with the Elves as a comparison on M Continent, the strength of the Demon Clan should not be underestimated, not to mention that there are no Elves on Solun Continent, only Dragons exist.
The appearance of Dimier at the harbor of Castile was quickly reported to those Nobles, after all, in Solun, for ordinary people, there is no difference between the Demon Clan and a noble.
The nobles of Castile displayed unimaginable efficiency; it’s worth noting that previously, the envoy group that disembarked at the neutral harbor did not receive much attention even after entering Castile, and that envoy perished midway. The letters from the Gray Robe were also delayed for a long time, as every noble circulated them before finally handing them to the King.
Dimier was fished out in the morning and a few days later was invited to visit Cartiel, the capital of Castile. The efficiency displayed would probably make Lind feel ashamed.
Looking at the filthy streets, even Dimier couldn’t help but cover his large nose. Although he hadn’t been to Cape, because Cape took the lead, both An Zhu and the Demon Clan had built a certain level of public hygiene standards, yet the smell on the streets was still hard to describe; at least it wouldn’t be like in this capital where he had to be careful not to step in filth.
The enthusiasm of Castile towards the Demon Clan made Dimier feel strange. Even when entering Cartiel, there was a group singing and dancing to welcome Dimier, but Dimier’s expression was tense, as if he were being pursued.
However, this made the nobles of Castile respect Dimier more. After all, the Demon Clan is not common in Castile, and there are few Demon Clan members settled in Castile.
After all, most of the Demon Clan stands together with the Avar people, and the Demon Clan’s ability to amass wealth made the nobles of Castile envious. Furthermore, with that intimidating Bloodline Magic, Castile treats any encounter with the Demon Clan as if they were nobles, and the identity of a Demon Clan member can even navigate through chaotic Castile unimpeded, becoming a distinguished guest anywhere.
Dimier even felt like a puppet, manipulated by the nobles of Castile, and only after starting a conversation with these nobles did he understand the situation.
“I have already had someone clean your clothes when you arrived.”
Xiya personally received Dimier and handed him the neatly folded clothes.
“Thank you.”
After receiving the clothes, Xiya looked at Dimier with a gaze full of admiration, as if expecting Dimier to wear them.
Why? Because Castile knew about the internal hierarchy of the Demon Clan due to their activities, and these clothes Dimier wore were clearly military uniforms among the Demon Clan, and the rank was something Xiya had never seen before, meaning Dimier could possibly be the highest-ranking Demon Clan member on Solun Continent.
How could this not excite people?
Seeing Xiya’s eager eyes, Dimier even felt a tightening in his lower back; in the end, he did not wear the clothes but placed them beside him.
After all, in the Iron Ring plan, those humans were targeting high-ranking members of the Demon Clan for elimination, and Dimier was well aware that he was currently on the run; how could he wear such conspicuous clothing?
Though he had narrowly escaped this continent, no one knew when those terrifying Lars Knights from the other continent would come after him.
Amidst the enthusiastic reception, Dimier had nearly grasped the current situation; he was being hosted by that prince of Castile on Solun Continent, where the Demon Clan still held the status of a “superior race.”
“The Sea of Instability is indeed quite dangerous; I didn’t expect someone of your caliber to suffer from the storms. May the Demon God bless and bring you to our kingdom.”
Xiya was exceedingly warm, seemingly wanting to use Dimier as a breakthrough to establish friendly relations with the Demon Clan and further cooperate with the Avar people. To win over Dimier, Xiya even used honorifics.
After all, this was a high-ranking officer of the Demon Clan, the highest-ranking Demon on Solun Continent; as long as he obtained Dimier’s support, Xiya felt that position wasn’t out of reach.
Upon hearing “Demon God,” Dimier immediately recalled the world-destroying white light and shuddered in fear.
Demon God? At this point, there was not a scrap left.
Xiya found it strange and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, just that I was soaked in seawater for too long and caught a chill.”
Dimier maintained a solemn expression.
Garcia waved his hand, and the attendants were ordered to light the fireplace to warm Dimier.
Regaining his composure, Dimier cautiously asked, “Do you know what’s happening on M Continent right now?”
After all, at that moment, Dimier only felt the urgency to escape, and he wasn’t clear about what was happening on M Continent. Given the fervent attitude of the other party, it seemed they also didn’t know what had happened on M Continent.
At this point, Garcia combined his earlier guesses and hypothesized that a Dragon had taken action on M Continent, thinking that victory was not far off. He even assumed Dimier was boasting about his achievements on M Continent, and thus said, “Of course, the glorious achievements of the Demon Clan on M Continent are known to everyone here!”
At that moment, Dimier even thought Garcia was mocking the Demon Clan. However, Garcia quickly added, “At this point, M Continent is probably being dominated by Dragons, right?”
If Dimier could type, he might have slowly typed out a question mark.
“Hmm, the Avar people should already have established a nation on M Continent; right now, M Continent should be in a tripartite standstill among An Zhu, the Avar people, and the great Demon Clan.”
Dimier showed a puzzled expression, as if inquiring where this information came from; he might have crossed into another world. Looking at the other party’s expression, it seemed they were well aware of what had transpired on M Continent.
“Oh, and the Elves. Are the Elves really as beautiful as legend describes?”
A dreamy look appeared on Garcia’s face, as if he had completely immersed himself in his own fantasies.
“Great Demon Clan, we in Castile have a perfect plan; we just need your support to help me ascend to that position. Together, we will cooperate with the Avar people to cross the Sea of Instability and colonize M Continent, especially that nation called Cape!”
Colonize? Cape?
For some reason, terrifying images of Red Robes Sisters, the gigantic Lars Knights, and roaring Tanks appeared in Dimier’s mind. In that moment, Dimier was convinced that this foreign prince right in front of him was beyond salvation.
“Does everyone in your country think this way?”
Dimier asked in confusion.
“Of course, we in Castile don’t demand much, just a small area on M Continent, plus a bit of firearm technology would suffice.”
Garcia had a serious look on his face.
“This country is beyond saving.”
Dimier thought to himself.
Just as Dimier was preparing to find an excuse to slip away, he caught sight of Garcia’s eager eyes, and at that moment, Dimier calmed down.
If he revealed the true state of M Continent to Garcia now, would he still hold any value? Would he really not get kicked aside? Moreover, the actions of the Lars Knights should not be so swift; Dimier felt he still had time to reevaluate and continue being a runner.
Having realized this, Dimier could only nod in response to Garcia’s speculations, putting on an air of mystery.
After receiving confirmation, Garcia respected Dimier even more, continually asking how Dimier arrived here, leading Dimier to confidently fabricate lies, especially since no other escapees had been discovered; thus, he could say whatever he wanted about the situation on M Continent.
In truth, Dimier indeed was currently the highest-ranking Demon on Solun Continent.
Thus, a Demon officer who was washed ashore at the port of Castile due to a maritime disaster tacitly acknowledged the guesses of the Castilian nobles regarding the situation in M Continent and settled down in the residence of the second prince Garcia.
