Many stood in the same place, facing the eight spears pointed at him, but his expression did not change at all.
He took a step forward.
The guards immediately got into an attack formation — for no other reason than that anyone could see that the person in front of them seemed to have a lot of hostility towards their Master Birkins.
They clenched the spears in their hands, looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and suddenly stabbed at Many!
But Many still did not move.
At the moment when the guards' spears stabbed at Many, a faint blue light flashed, and the temperature of the air suddenly dropped!
"Sorcerer!"
The coachman on the Birkins carriage screamed, turned his head, and wanted to jump off the carriage to escape, but because his movement was too big, he missed a step and fell straight down!
In front of the carriage, the eight guards maintained the posture of stabbing with their spears just now, but they could not move at all!
Their bodies were frozen in ice, and they became ice sculptures with a wave of Salia's hand.
Many looked up at the carriage that still did not move, and walked calmly towards the side door of the carriage.
He walked past the soldiers who raised their spears, the sharp tips of the spears were only millimeters away from his clothes, but they could not touch him at all.
Salia quietly gathered the elements around her, her little face tense as she paid attention to the changes around her.
Along the way, this Magic Shooter who knew nothing had begun to really become a qualified spellcaster.
Many of them had a faint halo around their bodies, which was the effect of the magic shield that the little girl had cast on them. As they walked past the guards, many of them glanced at the coachman who had fallen to the ground and was in so much pain that he could not get up. They did not even look at him for long before they boarded the gorgeous carriage.
Lifting the curtain, Many entered.
The comfortable sofa was bigger than any carriage that Many had seen. It was also inlaid with gold and silver to express Birkins' desire to show off, but it made Many feel that this place was like a garbage dump, and it was annoying.
A woman who did not have many strips of cloth on her body covered her full chest, and looked at Many walking into the carriage with a horrified expression. Her legs trembled, and as if she had suddenly thought of something, she directly knelt on the thick carpeted floor.
"Sir!
Don't kill me!
I don't know anything! "
Without saying any nonsense, he reached out his hand and flicked the back of her neck when she lowered her head. The woman immediately fainted without a sound and lay on the floor with a thud.
Soon after, Many sat on the sofa expressionlessly, as if he was in his own home. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Birkins, who froze on the spot as if struck by lightning the moment he entered the carriage.
Birkins, who was once the richest man in Sibor and owned three luxurious manors in Klimt, had his eyes bulging as he stared at the sofa. He looked like he was trying his best to retreat, but his fat butt was deeply embedded in the sofa, and he could not move.
His collar, which was covered by his double chin, was soaked in cold sweat and looked very conspicuous. Droplets of sweat flowed down his big nose and landed on his huge belly.
Many gently raised his right hand and took out the contract signed between Chris and Birkins from the Space Ring.
The yellowed parchment appeared in front of Birkins, and the fat man's face immediately turned ashen, and his tensed body suddenly collapsed.
Originally, Birkins still had some hope in his heart. He had been praying in his heart, praying that after killing Chris, Many would not know that he was the mastermind behind it. But now, Birkins knew that everything was over.
Many sat on the sofa with his body straight. Although he did not speak, the oppressive feeling that almost made Birkins collapse was completely unbearable for him. He rolled his eyes and did not hesitate to imitate the woman just now. He knelt on the floor with a thud and opened his mouth to beg for mercy.
But Many did not give him a chance at all. He raised his leg and directly kicked Birkins's chest!
However, this kick did not kill him as Birkins had imagined. Instead, he felt a strong force acting on his entire upper body, causing him to fly into the air and sit back on the sofa.
But before Birkins could say anything, a sharp pain suddenly struck him like a delay. Suddenly, it made Birkins's face contorted!
But this fat man was still reasonable. Although he did not have many things in his small head, his mind was definitely not slow since he was able to do such a big business.
Judging from the fact that Many did not kill him, Birkins immediately knew that this mercenary in front of him, whom he could not afford to offend even if he was beaten to death, kept him alive!
"Did you write the name on the contract?"
Many of them were the first to speak.
"Yes … I wrote it …" Birkins stammered and wiped the sweat off his face. "It was Chris who took my handwriting and wrote it … Sir …"
Many nodded in satisfaction after hearing this answer. Then, the contract was wrapped in a purple light in his hand. In an instant, cracks appeared on the parchment. Then, a flame suddenly flashed, and the parchment in Many's hand began to burn violently. Not long after, it turned into ashes on the ground.
This was the backlash when Chris's contract was destroyed. But since Chris was already dead, the damage caused by the backlash was only the fire magic that Chris had left on the parchment.
"You have Mithril, iron ore, and a lot of money. This money is something that most people can't earn in a few lifetimes." Many's calm voice sounded like he was chatting with a friend. "But now, you have to make a choice."
Birkins raised his head and looked at Many sitting in front of him as if he was listening to the final judgment of an arbitrator.
"To be buried with your wealth, or to use your wealth in exchange for a life?"
As soon as Many's words fell, Birkins shouted without hesitation, "Exchange for a life!
Exchange for a life! "
Staying alive was more important than anything else!
Birkins understood this deeply.
Many did not express his opinion. He leaned back a little and raised his right hand. A cold blade popped out from his wrist. His eyes flickered coldly as he continued, "Exchange for a life. Choose between your family and yourself."
Birkins was stunned.
In Many's mind, Birkins must die. But his existence had another purpose, which was his wealth. It might be an exaggeration to say that Birkins's wealth could rival a country, but it was completely appropriate to say that his wealth was comparable to the entire wealth of a territory!
Why were they in such a hurry to go to Oditore?
Could they rely on their own strength to resist the overwhelming number of zombies when the undead were approaching?
Salia could destroy more than a thousand zombies with a single spell, but that was with the help of Chris's scroll. What would Many do if they encountered such a large number of zombies again?
A territory was enough for Many to have his own base of operations. Many believed that with his advanced understanding of military affairs, he would be able to build the territory into an impregnable fortress in a short period of time!
He had more than one sniper rifle blueprint in his mind. Even if he couldn't make a modern weapon, the principles and tactics he knew were unheard of and unseen in this world!
Although they had yet to see their own territory, a castle that could withstand the trolls' attacks all year round must have a good foundation. Many of them suddenly had a strong desire to have a place of their own in this continent!
Many suddenly felt disgusted and rejected by the wandering and homeless life because he had a woman in his heart that he wanted to protect.
Since the Empire had given him a territory, Many would not give it away just like that. He was secretly looking forward to turning the territory into a prosperous land that could resist any enemies!
Birkins listened to many questions and was stunned on the spot.
Although this fatty was a playboy and looked for women everywhere, he was actually a married man.
When Birkins had just obtained a huge fortune, he was still a young man who longed for love and a good life. He married a beautiful woman and had a daughter.
But this first wife passed away during childbirth, leaving behind a baby girl who carried the hopes of both of them.
In the face of such a blow, Birkins was on the verge of a mental breakdown — he began to suffer from hangovers all day. It was only when he slept with another woman in a bar that he felt as if Pandora's box had been opened, and his desire began to expand endlessly.
Although he lived a licentious life, he doted on his daughter when he returned home and wanted her to live like a princess.
Faced with many problems, the first thing Birkins thought of was his daughter.
His face that was filled with excitement because of the sudden turn of events suddenly became dejected. He sat up straight and fell on the sofa like a collapsed building.
Rubbing his face, Birkins gritted his teeth and made a decision.
"I'll give you all my assets in exchange for my daughter's life!"
* * *
"Your Royal Highness, this is a famous snack from Klimt. It must have been hard on the journey. I hope you like it."
Count Garr was still squinting his eyes, as if everything in front of him was a commodity. His gaze towards Flora was not so much flattering to the princess, but more like he was trying to figure out the value of this young girl in front of him.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Count."
Flora's voice was slightly hoarse. Although she had only left Xilias City for less than a month, the dangerous and cold journey had made her grow up a lot.
At least she understood that this was not Xilias City. No one would protect her like her father!
Flora was very well-behaved as a member of the royal family. This was something a princess had to learn before she reached adulthood. Although she had not done this for a long time, the princess who was filled with a sense of crisis knew that she had to do this.
This was the residence of Count in Sith Court.
If Sisyphean Palace was the number one palace in Saint-Rames, then Count Count's residence, which Jared had spent a huge sum of money to build, would definitely be ranked second!
That's right, this residence that Jared named "Pajal Palace" was extremely luxurious. It was comparable to Sisyphean Palace!
One-third of the entire area of Sith Court was covered by this huge building complex. This luxurious residence even had a unique view known as the "Sky Garden"!
Flora was sitting next to the man-made stream in the "Sky Garden". In front of her was a long wooden table filled with all kinds of delicious food. There were no less than four servants standing five meters away from her. They were waiting for orders at any time.
Why was this garden called the "Sky Garden"?
Because the entire garden was the highest point in the entire Sith Court!
From this garden, one could see the entire landscape of the entire Sith Court. Even the villages beyond the city walls could be clearly seen!
The foundation of Pajal Palace was built by the entire Sith Court's labor force for three years. This alone was enough to prove that this residence was huge and magnificent.
Sith Court's area was very large, but the buildings in the city were generally not tall. Other than a church, the tallest building in the entire Sith Court was no more than three stories tall.
However, Pajal Palace was like a city within a city. In this city where the average building was only five meters tall, it suddenly had a height of a hundred meters!
This height was not the height of a tower, but the average height of the buildings in Pajal Palace!
After entering Pakal Palace's area, the buildings rose up like weeds being plucked from dry land. At the center of the entire palace, which was the Sky Garden where Flora lived, the actual height of the building was a hundred and twenty-seven meters!
Because the entire Sistine City was built on a hillside, the height of the city was astonishing when one looked down from here.
Tall, cylindrical tower-like buildings formed the main body of Pajal Palace. Its interior included all the facilities that one could imagine. Other than the servants' quarters, there were living areas and corresponding living facilities that could accommodate nearly a thousand people.
Apart from its gorgeous appearance, Pajal Palace was more like a fortress — a fortress within a huge city!
Once the only exit of Pajal Palace was closed, it would become a real military fortress. This was because there were countless archery towers on the 100-meter tall tower for soldiers to defend. Since it had an absolute commanding height, once a battle broke out, the defending soldiers would have a wider and clearer vision than the enemy. The arrows and catapults would have a longer range!
Count Jared collected a large amount of taxes every year, causing the people of Klimt to suffer. From this, one could see how much wealth he had amassed!
The main stone used to build Pajal Palace was not excavated from the nearby mountains. Instead, it was transported from the territory of Winric, which was located in the northern province of the Empire of Saint Reims!
No one knew exactly how much manpower, material, and financial resources were needed to build the palace. However, the tall tower was like a glaring sign when compared to the low buildings around it, showing the injustice of this land.
Flora absentmindedly tasted the food that did not interest her at all. Her mind was thinking about how to escape this "prison"!
The voice in the princess' head kept telling her what to do. Since she was 18 years old, she had heard this voice in her head almost every day. She was already used to this voice that often gave her ideas and suggestions. The voice came from that inconspicuous doll. That was why Flora never let the doll leave her side.
Flora looked around and nodded under the puzzled gaze of the servants. She seemed to be listening to someone. However, Count Jared had just left and there was no one around. This made the servants very confused.
The princess picked up the spoon and took a sip of soup. Her noble demeanor was impeccable. However, her eyes that were constantly looking around seemed to be searching for something.
Count Jared sat in front of his desk and looked at the letter in his hand. He looked up and asked the messenger who was kneeling on one knee.
"Oditore is being attacked again?
How many times has it been since autumn? "
"Reporting to Count Jared. Oditore has been attacked by more than 300 people four times, more than 100 people seven times, and less than 50 people 25 times."
Count Jared was expressionless when he heard this. He twisted the parchment in his hand into a thin column and began to spin it nimbly between his fingers.
"Does Oditore need reinforcements?
It has been defending this place for almost 200 years. Can it not hold on anymore? "
His tone was unpleasant and sarcastic.
The messenger was one of Oditore's soldiers. Although he was just a messenger, he was still a man who had been to the battlefield. After hearing Count Jared's undisguised sarcasm, the messenger immediately raised his head. The anger in his eyes was also undisguised!
Soldiers didn't have the habit of bending their knees. He didn't have a good impression of this Count who only knew how to exploit the people. This kind of attitude was brought out from Oditore's military camp.
"Don't look at me like that. You want reinforcements?
Sorry, Sith Court doesn't have any. "
At this time, another servant came to the door. When he saw someone was in the room, he stopped in front of the door and didn't enter.
However, when Count saw him, he waved his hand. "What's the matter?"
This kind of naked disdain made the messenger from Oditore clench his teeth. However, due to the difference in status, he endured the grievance.
"Lord Count, many barons from Siliath City have arrived at Sith Court. His land ownership certificate needs your signature."
"Oh?"
Garland narrowed his eyes even more. He looked at the letter that he was playing with in his hand, then looked at the servant, and suddenly laughed.
"Oditore needs reinforcements, right?
If there are no reinforcements, I'll give you a commander. "
He waved his hand and asked the servant to bring over the land ownership certificate. He signed his name generously and threw it to the servant for a reply. Then, he stood up and looked at the messenger condescendingly. "His Majesty has bestowed many barons with Oditore's land. His land is now under threat. Go and discuss with him!"
"Send the guest off!"
He waved his hand, turned his head, and looked outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window, the scenery of Sith Court was in full view.