Chapter 547, Pursuit
Ig turned around, seeing Verafia delicately pick up the silk white dress and drape it over herself. It wasn’t an expensive evening gown, but in the deep nightfall, it was like a soft, pure white moonlight, refreshing to the eye.
“Is this, Ig bought it for me?”
The girl’s slightly raised, beautiful gold eyes lit up with a hint of pleasure. Holding the dress, she turned slightly in front of Ig: “Hmm… Ig, like this, does it look good?”
A hint of expectation showed in the girl’s bright, sparkling pupils. Ig couldn’t help but smile, gently stroking the soft strands of hair on her little head: “With the Young Lady’s beauty, of course, anything you wear will look good.”
“However, Veer, we have to leave first… With your appearance, if you’re not hidden by a cloak, you might attract even more attention. How about we find Little Fei first?”
“En, I’ll listen to you.”
Verafia obediently nodded her little head, put down the dress in her hand, and covered her beautiful golden hair under her cloak as instructed. After Ig finished packing, she followed him out of the room.
Verafia’s current constitution was much weaker than that of an ordinary sickly girl, making her unsuitable for long journeys. Therefore, Ig had purchased a carriage for her from a village along the way.
After fully paying the accommodation fees to the inn, Ig sat at the front of the carriage and set off with the girl, leaving the temporarily stopped town.
Perhaps it was because the military police thought that finding two people in the vast Eastern Territory was like searching for a needle in a haystack, their actions had clearly become more relaxed. They hadn’t even sealed off towns without inspection, so Ig managed to leave without much trouble.
“We got out… But it seems the great nobles of the Eastern Territory are really determined to search us out to the last degree.”
Ig let out a sigh of relief and then lamented slightly, “But, just sealing and inspecting, can such aimless actions really achieve good results?”
In the carriage, the girl seemed to purse her lips and chuckle, her soft, delicate voice carrying through the blowing wind, “No matter what, as long as these actions are beneficial to them.”
“Benefits… I can still understand the top great nobles; they intend to capture Veer and me as a gift to present to the Queen.”
Ig said, “But why would those nobles under them also mobilize their privately raised soldiers and knights for matters that have nothing to do with them?”
A crisp, silver-bell-like laugh came faintly. It seemed the girl’s slender fingertips were propping up the seats as she slightly tilted her little face:
“Yes, their liege mobilizing soldiers they privately raised with silver coins for matters that yield no profit, these nobles should be extremely reluctant… However, it’s not necessarily that they have no benefits.”
“Benefits…?”
“Perhaps it’s praise and loyalty to their liege… But, maybe they themselves consider such an obligation as their own reward?”
Ig turned his gaze, looking at the carriage’s canopy, which was slightly pulled open. The girl’s rather delicate and sickly little face had charmingly blinking eyes, yet she spoke of very serious matters.
“Verafia, you mean…?”
“Pfft. These lords, in normal times, wouldn’t have such a legitimate excuse to seal off and search their territories… Moreover, perhaps due to mistakes, they’ll find many suspects who have harbored us.”
Verafia curled the corners of her lips, her chuckling voice making Ig’s hand involuntarily grip the reins, and a silence fell between them.
Although what the girl said had no basis, in Ig’s eyes, it was mostly true…
Those nobles who prided themselves on their nobility and arrogance, their innate class was built upon the exploitation of commoners. Ig himself didn’t know how many times he had heard of noble lords forcibly levying grain regardless of the commoners’ lives, or noble sons lusting after beautiful girls and forcibly abducting them.
Now, when they had legitimate and reasonable means to extort wealth from commoners, why wouldn’t they do so… Moreover, even without such orders, many of the knights who were carrying them out would likely be complicit.
“If that’s the case…”
Ig thought that if it were as the girl said, perhaps the great nobles knew it in their hearts and tacitly approved of their actions, and the Queen in Lichen’s royal palace…
“I’m afraid Liya won’t have the ability to stop them… even if she is the Queen now.”
Verafia’s delicate voice came.
Ig could tell that the girl still held the most beautiful reverie for Filir, like the pure and kind beautiful princess in her stories a hundred years ago, just like Misaela…
However, even so, the Queen, who was in the midst of a kingdom’s civil war, would not have much energy and power to devote to the Eastern Territory.
“However, these things, Young Lady, we are powerless to resolve them…”
Ig shook his head to dispel the powerlessness in his heart, showing the girl a smile: “Now, the most important thing is to leave with Veer.”
“En.”
Verafia nodded, a sweet smile gracing her beautiful little face.
But she knew that the young man, whose character was similar to her own in Lothel back then, would absolutely not want to see such a thing happen, but because of her, he had to make a choice…
Suddenly, the expression on Verafia’s little face froze.
“What’s wrong, Young Lady?”
Verafia slightly raised her gold eyes, her long eyelashes quivering between her pupils: “Ahead, it seems someone is coming. Among them, there is a Mage, and the rest are Knights…”
She couldn’t use demonic power or spirit, but her past perception as a deity clearly captured the approaching aura!
“Could it be…”
Ig was startled by his own imagination. He looked around; the empty plains offered no hiding place, so he turned back: “Young Lady, you hide in the carriage first… It’s not necessarily like that?”
Verafia responded and obediently hid in the carriage.
Not long after, a burst of violent hoofbeats disturbed the dust, and suddenly a voice shouted: “Hey kid ahead, stop the carriage!”
Ig pulled on the reins, and in an instant, over a dozen knights surrounded him and the girl’s carriage.
The knights wore bright armor and carried finely crafted swords. Their breastplates were inlaid with distinct, intricate family crests, clearly indicating them to be elite knights from a great noble family.
And amidst the knights’ escort walked a gloomy young man dressed in a mage’s robe adorned with gold thread. His face, which could still be called handsome, had a superficial hollowness from the corrosion of alcohol.
However, the young man’s demonic power aura was not weak at all; he was clearly a platinum-level strong person.
The young mage raised his chin, his gaze sharp, and arrogantly questioned Ig: “Kid, who are you?”
