Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue) – Pure Gaze
“Ah? Are you really going to do this?” Seric glanced strangely at Nobody Does Human Things.
As a citizen of the Royal City, he was loyal to this country, but that didn’t stop him from being confused by some of the emperor’s recent actions.
First, all residents were forbidden from going out after 7 PM.
Then, the powerful aristocracy was ordered to send their children to the palace to study knowledge related to Truth.
The statue of the God of Knowledge was toppled, and a new statue was being constructed. It vaguely resembled a sphere, but which god were they going to worship? Seric had never heard of any god in history having a spherical appearance.
The king also ordered all citizens of Kalun to gather in Lapland, and he would solve the accommodation problem. This order had just been issued, but it was estimated that within half a month, all the residents of Kalun would know about it, and within two months, Lapland would be completely overrun by the gathered civilian laborers.
Was this king’s brain damaged?
Seric often had such disrespectful thoughts in his mind.
Now, the king was ordering the construction of an altar and having young girls enter the palace in advance to learn the so-called sacrificial dance. It all seemed strange.
As a mage, Seric hated strangeness the most.
Whether it was casting magic or alchemy, unexpected phenomena meant failure. He disliked failure, just as he disliked other mages hitting his behind with Flame Burst.
“Yes!”
Nobody Does Human Things nodded firmly, clenching his fist in a salute.
“Please, give us an opportunity to serve the empire!”
Seric stopped and looked seriously into Nobody Does Human Things’ eyes. After a moment, his gaze shifted backward to the vast line of civilian laborers. Unknowingly, he had recruited so many civilian laborers in a small town?
It would be a lie to say he hadn’t doubted them.
But the eyes of these people were too clear.
He was a mage, and his soul power far surpassed that of ordinary people and warriors. He could more easily tell if someone was lying by looking into their eyes. His final judgment was that these people could not lie; their eyes were purer than those of newborn infants.
What a group of patriots!
Seric couldn’t help but sigh.
Back when he first entered the magic academy, his goal was to become a frontier mage, standing on the city walls, sending Flame Burst, Fireball, and Meteorite spells into the enemy formations, watching them explode into the sky with violent flames.
But after studying for a year at the magic academy.
He witnessed too much corruption and filth. Initially, he was indignant, but later he realized that it was useless. Appearing different would only lead to ostracization and discrimination. Gradually, Seric changed his mind. He chose to join them.
To hell with imperial glory.
Let’s all slack off together.
“Okay, I will report this to the person in charge. Follow me first.”
Seric quickened his pace.
Everyone followed him to the west side of the palace, where a huge temporary workshop had already been erected. In the center was a construction site the size of half a football field. Currently, many craftsmen were working inside, and a simple foundation was gradually taking shape.
“Wow, this is a huge project.”
“Who says it isn’t?”
Seric led a group of players towards a shed on a high slope, saying as they walked:
“His Majesty also said that to show his sincerity to the Lord of Truth, he would not use any magical power to build the altar, and it would be entirely completed by civilian laborers with their own hands. As you can see now… they could have used more advanced methods, but they insisted on reverting to primitive methods. It’s truly insane.”
As if feeling that his words were disrespectful.
Seric patted his face, as if to take back what he had just said.
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He pushed open the door of the shed and shouted.
“Hey! Wilon, I’ve brought the people.”
The room was very dim, with only a table inside. A tall, burly man was hunched behind the table, his back to them. He lowered his head, his back stooped, his shoulders slightly raised, emitting a “creaking” sound.
“Hey, Wilon, are you eating something?”
Seric’s brow furrowed as he knocked on the table. An uncomfortable smell of blood filled the room.
The strong man heard the sound and turned around, revealing a pale face full of excess flesh and a mouth stained with plasma.
“What the hell is going on with you?”
Seric and the players recoiled a couple of steps, scared. The sinister, dim room, the strangely behaving strong man, and the bloody mass in his hand gave one the feeling that he had done something bad…
“I’m eating frogs~ Do you want some?”
Wilon grinned ferociously and offered the thing in his hand forward. Upon closer inspection, they could vaguely make out the anatomical structure of a frog in the bloody mess.
It was indeed a frog.
But from a distance, it looked like a heart.
“No, Wilon…”
Seric breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Wilon, confused. Wilon had seemed normal when he left Lapland. How had he become like this after only three days apart?
“Wilon, I’ve never heard you liked eating frogs… And even if you do, you can’t eat them raw! Go wash your hands!”
“Frogs… are delicious…”
Wilon muttered dazedly, his expression strange, clearly not normal.
“Eating more frogs… approaching… approaching Truth…”
Seric was helpless, so he summoned a water ball to clean Wilon’s hands and used the Dustless Wind to dry him off.
Although Wilon had the physique of a knight, he was a Lightning Element mage with extremely high affinity for lightning.
He and Wilon were good friends, having grown up together.
This time, he was in charge of recruitment, while Wilon was in charge of arranging the workers.
“Alright, I’ve brought everyone to you. Arrange their work.”
Seric informed Wilon, who was still looking at his palm, and then turned to the excited players. “From now on, you will follow Wilon’s arrangements. Do whatever he tells you to do…”
He then looked at Nobody Does Human Things.
“Don’t you have eligible female mercenaries? Have them come out, I’ll take them to participate in the sacrificial dance training. You can earn some more bounty then.”
Nobody Does Human Things nodded and privately sent a message to Ms. Soon, a group of over a hundred energetic female players took off their helmets and gathered in front of Seric.
“So many people?”
Seric was surprised for a moment but said nothing more. In fact, there were very few women among the mercenaries. It made it difficult not to doubt their presence, especially when there were female mages among them.
But their gazes were too pure.
Seric felt that suspecting these people would be a sin.
“Follow me.”
He squeezed out of the player group and led the way outside.
A group of female players followed and left.
Nobody Does Human Things tilted his head to look at the strong Wilon, his brow furrowed.
Because his San Value had been slowly decreasing since he entered this room.
