Chapter 642

Chapter 27 The Concerns of the Old Mayor

“Her Ladyship, whatever you want, whatever you wish to eat, our small town will do its best to provide. Our men have already gone out hunting, but if you suddenly want to go outside… This, this won’t work!”

Upon hearing this news, Old Mayor Robert hurriedly brought his granddaughter over. The little girl placed another dish of what looked like meat in front of me and stood behind me with her hands clasped, not daring to speak.

The old man stood to one side, shaking his head at me incessantly, his face full of worry as he advised, “There are knights outside, for sure! Those church people have already found this place; their camp might be nearby. If you just walk out so openly, and happen to run into them, oh, that would be terrible…”

I sat at the table, glanced at the food on the plate, and smelled a nice aroma. I grabbed a piece with my hand and stuffed it into my mouth, chewing slowly for a while before lifting my eyes to look at him.

“How could it be, terrible?”

I feigned ignorance, swallowing the meat chunk: “…I just want to go to the nearest lizard nest; I won’t go far. The desert is so vast, those knights may not even run into me. Even if they do… they may not find me. Even if they find me, they might not recognize who I am…”

…What kind of meat is this?

It tastes pretty good… but it’s not cooked enough, a bit tough to chew… hmm…

I grabbed another piece from the plate. On the other side, the old man was pacing anxiously, his weathered face almost crumpling up: “You can’t think like that. You’re not from this town… You have black hair and black eyes; you’re not from the Eastern Continent, making it easy for the church to notice us. We need to be careful… There’s still a sandstorm outside, you need to be cautious…”

“Cover your hair with a scarf, cover your face, and it’ll be fine… ah.”

I tossed the meat chunk into my mouth.

“That’s not the point, not the point… oh! Her Ladyship, you can’t leave the town so easily!”

“Mmm… mmm… why?”

“Miss Elina, she’s coming back soon, maybe today…”

“Is that so? Where is she then?”

“Well… perhaps by the afternoon or…”

“I need food.”

I interrupted the old man. He had used this excuse for three days now, and I didn’t want to hear again that the woman would be back soon, only to end up waiting all day with nothing accomplished.

Time is very precious to me now…

The old man quickly replied, “If you need food, we can—”

“No. We, cannot.”

As I spoke, I continued stuffing the meat into my mouth. It was so tough that I had to swallow it whole, not caring about indigestion.

“I need a lot, a lot of food. What you have is not enough…”

Robert opened his mouth to say something more, but I waved him off, pointing at the barely any meat left in the plate, and asked, “What kind of meat is this?”

“Oh, this is… the meat of a pack animal…”

“You see, you’ve started slaughtering pack animals to feed me.”

I wiped the meat juice from my mouth with the back of my hand and wagged my index finger at the old man: “And I’m still not full. So you can’t afford to keep me.”

Hmm, does this sound a bit…

Never mind, as long as he understands.

“Old man.”

“Yes…”

“You don’t want me to go out. Are you worried I won’t come back if I leave?”

“No, no, absolutely not…”

The old man shook his head hastily. I stood up from the table and looked straight into his eyes: “Or are you concerned about that dancer, Miss Elina… If she returns today and doesn’t see me, what will happen?”

“……”

The old man lowered his head and remained silent.

Hmph…

I really am leaving. All of you, the entire town combined, can’t stop me.”

I now have enough confidence to say this.

Even though the power of Chaos has only recovered a little, Order and the Karma Fire seem to be sleeping deeply, not showing any signs of movement for now. But if they were all just ordinary people, a bit of dead smoke would be more than enough to deal with them.

And if they were all some hidden powerful figures with the strength of Karma Fire or even other formidable powers…

I wouldn’t be afraid.

I still have Dabai…

When Old Man Robert heard me suddenly say such words, his expression instantly turned fearful. He bent down, not daring to speak, his head lowered, no longer lifting it up. The little girl had always been hiding behind him; at this moment, she shrank her body even smaller.

“Rest assured.”

Seeing their appearance, I was quite satisfied, nodding my head. “I’m just going out. I won’t cause trouble, nor will I hurt you… If no one obstructs me when I eat.”

After a pause, I looked at him, my tone leaving no room for negotiation: “As for Elina. If she returns, tell her that I’m hungry and need to find something to eat. She’ll understand.”

After saying that, I patted the old man on the shoulder. “Go call someone to prepare everything for me.”

Hmm…

The Victorian-style communication seems to be getting more and more familiar.

“Milady…”

The old man stood in place, hesitating and unwilling to move.

I knew he still had reservations.

“If we really encounter a knight, who do you think will be unlucky? You don’t need me to spell it out.”

If you really want me to say it, I might not be able to…

After all, the power has only recovered slightly. In an unfortunate situation, the one who comes could very well be a Papal Knight as previously speculated.

If Angel has heard any news in this year and sent Papal Knights to capture me, then roughly estimating, with Dabai’s support, fighting one would be fine, two… ordinary Papal Knights, the chances of winning would also be great, but three or four…

Hmm, I don’t have this confidence. At least not in my current state.

Moreover, if it’s really Angel capturing me, knowing my background and my strength, he definitely wouldn’t send ordinary Papal Knights, right?

Old Man Robert is right; the risk of me going out is very high.

But I cannot retreat because of this.

I can’t hide in the cellar and do nothing just because there’s a risk involved. If I want to regain my strength, I either have to eat all the townspeople here, or wait for several months… I don’t have that much time.

Leaving the town, eating whatever I see in the desert, consuming all living things…

Let’s set this small goal first.

I no longer paid attention to the old man who was struggling, turning towards the wooden door of the cellar. After a few steps, I heard him muttering behind me.

“The unlucky one will be this town…”

I suddenly froze.

…Yes.

If I encounter the Church and fight them, perhaps I could easily win, or maybe I would escape in a mess, but in any case, I have confidence in self-protection. Because I have the branches of the White Tree, I can hide in the Dragon Homeland, where no one can find me, no one can catch me. This is the confidence that allows me to go out and stir things up.

But my actions might involve the town…

Why didn’t I consider this…

Is it because…

I subconsciously regarded these people as part of the Truth Gate side…

or…

My footsteps paused for a moment, a hint of hesitation appearing in my heart, but it quickly dissipated.

“Hurry up, old man, I’m in a hurry.”

I continued walking towards the door, quickening my pace: “Headscarf, veil, luggage, everything is ready. I will return before dusk.”

After a pause, I added, “No trouble.”

Creak—

Bang.

The wooden door opened and closed again, the cellar becoming silent.