Soon, the news of Sakamento becoming the new lord of the western territory of the empire spread throughout the country. None of the civilians in Barenna City said anything about His Majesty's decision. Everything the new Count Prometheus had done was written in the notice.
He was called the "Apostle" in the province of Stik …
Killed Count Carlin in Satsuma City …
Fought with His Majesty Sakamento and ended in a draw …
Not to mention the first two, the third sentence alone was enough to make countless people gasp.
To be honest, more than five idiots dared to challenge His Majesty Sakamento every day. The gate of the palace would not stop any assassin from entering, because the only purpose of the soldiers was to tell the civilians that this was the palace, not an empty yard where they could piss and defecate anywhere they wanted.
This guy, who had an indescribable and terrifying battle record since he appeared in the public's eyes, immediately left Bablena City for the province of Quebec in the west. He didn't stay in the royal capital for a second longer.
Come to think of it, that eccentric His Majesty with unparalleled strength was probably the nightmare of all normal people.
However, another piece of gossip followed. Was this Sir Lord normal?
Rumors spread immediately … This lord would always bring more than ten maids with him. He would indulge in debauchery every night, so the maids could not withstand such a fierce attack and were constantly exhausted. So every time this lord's carriage arrived at a village or town, the first thing he would do was to replenish his "resources" and take away the women with the best figures for his enjoyment …
Of course, there were also people who said that he was the Demon God Garen who had descended to earth. While abiding by the doctrine, he would choose these women as "sacrifices" for the temple …
In short, there were all kinds of rumors. Many people could not be blamed for this — someone who could kill a brutal guy like Carlin would only be "more brutal" in the eyes of the people, not "merciful".
In this cruel world, who would show you so much mercy?
From the beginning to the end, Sakamento did not explain why he wanted to kill him, nor did he give any explanation as to why he stopped the fight at the last moment.
Looking at the badge in his hand, he put it away in his Space Ring. His eyes flickered slightly.
After another long and arduous journey, many people from Balena City in the central continent arrived at the territory that originally belonged to Count Carlin. Of course, they definitely didn't have any good impressions of this second 'warlord' in the eyes of the people.
In the language of the Abyss, the word "warlord" meant "lord of war." As the name suggested, wherever a warlord was present, there would never be a lack of war. No matter if a warlord initiated or passively accepted a war, there would never be peace wherever such a warlord was present.
The citizens, who didn't know that many of them were lords, watched as the carriage passed by. They didn't even look at it for a second. When the sky darkened, many of them found a hotel to rest in as usual. They also wanted to take a look at the situation of the territory they had just obtained.
From the map, he learned that the area north of Mount Dicker, with the barren mountain as the dividing line, could basically be considered his territory. The abyssal race wasn't as scattered as the races of Roslorian. The poor living conditions forced everyone to gather in a larger village or town to recuperate. But when many got off the carriage, what they saw was not a peaceful scene.
Hunger, war, and poverty were important factors that could lead to the gradual destruction of a race or even a country. If there was no effective way to prevent it from happening, then they would be like a prisoner on death row, waiting for the final judgment to come.
Here, many saw a desolate territory.
Like a sick and weak noble young master who had spent too much energy on women, the territory here felt unnatural, stiff, and lifeless.
As far as the eye could see, the residents seemed to be listless. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that there were no young adults in the village, and upon closer inspection, there were not many young women.
Except for the young adults in the dense patrol team, there wasn't a single able-bodied man in other places.
This strange scene reminded many of the bloodthirst and desire to rule of the former lord of this territory. Speaking of which, whether this warmonger really did such incredible things as imagined, many people still couldn't tell from the surface. But in this town alone …
This guy really went too far.
A group of old men walked slowly on the street, and they were coaxed to the sides of the road by a patrol team riding on tall horses. Then, just when many people thought that the other party knew their identity and came to greet them, the team of about six people directly came over and surrounded the carriage.
"How dare you!
Roguetown doesn't allow carriages other than the baron's!
Come out if you don't want to die! "
With a loud shout, accompanied by the sound of a whip lashing the outer wall of the carriage, the huge carriage slowly came to a stop.
"Dong!"
Gruul jumped down from the carriage. His imposing body in armor seemed to be larger than the group of patrol soldiers combined.
However, this didn't seem to make the other party afraid. In their eyes, the slow moving race of the Bucher people were scum that should live in dirty shacks.
"Immediately!"
The domineering attitude didn't seem like something a soldier should have. This kind of tone could only be spoken by a small official in the countryside. The smaller the place, the narrower one's vision and knowledge would be.
Many figures appeared at the door of the carriage box. Looking at these arrogant and despotic soldiers, they didn't have any extra expressions and asked, "What?
You can't pass here? "
"The baron has ordered that passage is forbidden!"
"What if I pass?"
Many of their gazes didn't have any sense of sharpness, but they also didn't have any cowardice. When he looked at these soldiers, there was no joy nor sorrow, as if he was looking at a few statues.
"Kill!"
When these words came out of their mouths, there was a faint murderous aura. They didn't sound like recruits or lackeys who had just joined the army.
They had killed people, and a lot of them.
Seeing that Many still didn't get down from the carriage, these people actually let their mounts take a few steps forward, and unceremoniously lashed the whip in their hands on Gruul's body!
"Pa!"
The result was naturally a bright mark on the dust of Gruul's armor.
Looking back at Many, this big guy didn't seem to make any extra movements. He reached out and picked his nose, then continued to stand in place.
The scene suddenly fell into a deadlock.
It seemed that these guys didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. In fact, when the time came, they could indeed be called so. In this abnormal social status, completely ruled by the warlords, a little bit of power often meant that many people would be bullied or even slaughtered.
But this structure had an advantage, and that was that no one could say anything against the superior, because there was no room for negotiation.
This was also an advantage for Many. He wasn't a saint, and the Abyss race didn't need his pity, let alone his salvation.
In the distance, a carriage came over. It seemed to be the so-called Baron's carriage. Compared to many, the slightly shabby carriage naturally stopped in its tracks.
"Who's not afraid of death?"
The servant in front of the Baron's convoy asked. Several patrolling soldiers who had just been arrogant suddenly turned pale, and they turned their heads to vent their anger on Gruul.
"Kill them all!"
The whip was lashed at Gruul's cheek, but the next moment, the big guy reached out and grabbed the end of the whip at an incredible speed.
Before he could react to what the person in front of him wanted to do, the guy holding the whip only felt himself being pulled forward by a strong force!
The whip in his hand was like a runaway wild horse that dragged his body out!