Chapter 257: Chapter 252: The Good in People Chapter 257: Chapter 252: The Good in People “That’s for the best.” Kaslana stood up, “The group of green dragons in your hand that refuse to submit to you, I’ve already appealed for ransom to Mother Emerald Isra in my grandfather’s name. There should be a response tomorrow, or the day after at the latest.”

“So soon?” Muria was stunned.

“Yes, after returning from the Kingdom of Bavaria, I immediately sent the message.” Kaslana showed a slight smile on her face, “Now the attention of Mother Emerald Isra must be on the soon-to-be-destroyed Kingdom of Bavaria. She is currently concentrating on rallying her forces, waiting to take a share after the Undead Council leaves.

She may not have the energy to focus on the fact that you’ve turned more than a dozen of her dragons against her and come to bother you. So, it’s the best time to ask her for a ransom.”

“The kingdom soon to be destroyed…” Hearing Kaslana’s words, Muria murmured and then fell silent, recalling the ordinary humans struggling in the Undead Cataclysm.

Because the ancient dragons’ target was only Berlaint, after successfully capturing and sealing him, they directly withdrew, without any intention of being a justice messenger.

The centennial national extinction is the strategic task of the Undead Council, and to stop it means to be ready to do battle with the Undead Council. Neither the ancient dragons nor the Dragon King, even Bahamut who is known as the God of Good Dragons, would go to war with the Undead Council for the sake of a human kingdom.

They are the kings and gods of the Dragon Race, not the human race.

“Sister Kaslana, how are the thirty thousand humans I rescued doing now?” After a period of silence, Muria stood up and walked to the crystal window, overlooking the city below and asked with a slightly melancholic voice.

“They are still settling in.” Kaslana came to Muria’s side, “It won’t be long before they’re all settled. They will live carefree lives on my territory.”

“Ah!” Muria nodded.

“What’s the matter? Are you feeling sentimental for those humans?”

“What about the humans of Bavaria Kingdom? Are they just waiting for death? Isn’t there anyone who will save them?” Muria murmured softly, sadness in his eyes that Kaslana couldn’t comprehend.

“Most people will become undead under the Undead Cataclysm, only a very small number of people will survive.” Kaslana seemed to recall something, admiration in her eyes.

“Not all human forces are indifferent to the Kingdom of Bavaria, there are humans who will go to the rescue.”

“Who?”

Kaslana didn’t answer, but closed her eyes slightly. Beneath her, array patterns silently lit up. Muria quietly watched this scene, he could feel that Kaslana was using the Mage Tower to sense something.

“Not bad, my city just happens to have such humans.” Not long after, Kaslana opened her eyes, looked at Muria, and said something inexplicable.

“Come on, I’ll take you to see.” Seeing Muria’s somewhat puzzled expression, Kaslana grabbed Muria’s hand and opened a teleportation gate.

…

In the heart of Bologna, there is a majestic building. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the buildings next to it, this building seems desolate. Above its main entrance, a line is inscribed in the common language – Teleportation Hall.

This is a high-class public facility that cannot be seen in ordinary cities. Though the traffic is sparse, each human entering and exiting can attract constant attention from bystanders, revealing awe, envy, or even greedy eyes.

Because those who can enter and leave this building are either powerful professionals or wealthy merchants. Anyway, in the eyes of ordinary people, anyone who can use the teleportation array is a big figure.

At this moment, amidst the strange sights of the passersby, a middle-aged man in armor, with a long sword at his waist and a scruffy beard, walked to the front of the Teleportation Hall. After a glance at the words above, he strode in.

“Tsk, look at the guy who just walked into the Teleportation Hall. His armor is so clean, it must be well maintained. But it’s still so damaged. This kind of guy must be poor, a pauper. I don’t know who gave him the courage to walk into the Teleportation Hall.”

Seeing this shabby-looking middle-aged man enter the building, a layabout mocked.

But before he finished his words, a considerable force acted on him, causing the layabout to lunge forward and tumble on the ground.

“Hiss!” The layabout sucked in a breath of cold air as he climbed up from the ground, angrily staring at the burly man who had just kicked him. “Are you sick? What the hell did I do to you?”

The burly man, with a gloomy face, rushed forward without a word, slapped the layabout across the face, a bloody tooth flew out from the layabout’s mouth. The huge force made the layabout turn around, falling face-first onto the ground, his view directly aligning with the entrance of the Teleportation Hall.

The layabout saw the shabby warrior he had just mocked enter the Teleportation Hall. All the flashy, armor-shining “big figures” who came out of it hurriedly retreated aside, their faces filled with awe.

“Who is he?” The layabout was puzzled.

“Are the Holy Warriors of Tyr someone a scum like you can insult.” A condemning voice came, at the same time the layabout felt a huge force hitting his chest and stomach.

So this was it! Due to the immense impact, the idler fell into instantaneous fainting shock. Before fainting, he finally understood why he was beaten. Vaguely, he could also hear some cheers and curses such as ‘you deserve it’…

“Respectful saint warrior, which Teleportation Array would you like to use? Where would you like to be teleported to?” After the middle-aged warrior who looked worn out walked into the Teleportation Hall, one of the staff members, who was maintaining the operation there, saw the balance scale symbol on his armor and on his warhammer, and the holy emblem on a blue shield base. He immediately approached him.

“Ultra-long distance Teleportation Array,” the saint warrior responded abruptly. “Target destination, Bucharest.”

Upon hearing the saint warrior’s words, more than half of the people in the Teleportation Hall turned their heads towards the saint warrior – the news that the Bavaria Kingdom had been made a target by the Undead Council has spread throughout the Ionia Continent.

“I’m sorry, sir, Bucharest lost contact five days ago and cannot be teleported to,” the young staff member replied respectfully with a hint of reverence.

“So can I be teleported to the Patrick Fortress of the Kingdom of Aub?”

“You can.” The staff member who received the saint warrior looked at him with even more respect. The Kingdom of Aub is a neighboring country to the Bavaria Kingdom, and the Patrick Fortress is located on the border between the two countries.

“What’s the cost?”

“Because the distance is too great, the cost is relatively high. It requires 500 units of Elemental Crystals or 50,000 gold coins.”

“Half a unit of Elemental Crystals.” The middle-aged saint warrior frowned. He didn’t have that much money.

“Sir, what are you planning to do?”

“Rescue.”

“In that case, I can waive you off fifty units of the cost.” The young staff member bit his teeth and said. He decided to bear some of the cost for the saint warrior from his own savings.

“No need for that,” a middle-aged Saint warrior with a weathered face smiled, “I’ve killed some evil creatures and obtained some loot, can you see if it can be used to cover some of the cost for teleportation?”

“Yes.”

Several ogre heads, a pile of vampire fangs, dozens of blood-stained animal skins, a few broken gems… The saint warrior took out a variety of items one after another, all obtained from the evil creatures he’d slain.

A nauseating smell of blood permeated the Teleportation Hall, drawing more staff and incoming adventurers and merchants to gather around.

“It doesn’t look like we have 50,000 gold coins worth of stuff.” Looking at the bits and pieces on the ground, the middle-aged saint warrior shook his head and started to remove his armor, placing it in front of him piece by piece.

“Sir, what are you doing?” Upon seeing the saint warrior disrobing, the staff member’s eyes turned red.

“My armor is forged from fine steel, mixed with some lower-grade Extraordinary Metals, and blessed by a high bishop. Despite some damage, it should be worth some money.”

“Ahem, warrior, are you going to sell your loot?” A portly businessman approached the Saint Knight with a pained expression, as he looked at the several ugly ogre head and despite the urge to vomit, he asked.

“Looking at these ogre heads, their cuts are clean, their appearance… Nah, actually, I see these heads are pretty fierce. I can use them as decorations at home… Anyway, I just find these heads attractive. 5,000 gold coins for each ogre head, are you selling?”

“5,000 gold coins each! They’re not worth that much.” The middle-aged saint knight shook his head.

“I think it is.” The chubby merchant grinned and showed his snow-white teeth, swinging his meaty hand and tossing a bag of crystals into the saint warrior’s bosom, allowing the servant at his side to lift all five of the ogre heads, and left the Teleportation Hall directly without giving the knight a chance to speak.

The crowd in the hall watched the back of the departing fat merchant and began to take action.

“Warrior, these vampire fangs are so white, sell them to me for 1,000 gold coins each!”

“This skin is pretty intact, it’s worth at least 500 gold coins.”

… After the fat businessman broke the ice, some businessmen and adventurers in the hall one after another followed in his stead, purchasing the loot by the saint knight at a reason almost ten times its original value, albeit with nonsensical reasoning.

In no time at all, the saint warrior suddenly had tens of thousands of gold coins and more than 600 units of Elemental Crystals in his hands. All the things he had taken out were bought by people.

“Thank you!” The middle-aged saint warrior clenched the sword in his hand, bowing to every merchant and adventurer who had bought his loot by strong price, expressing his gratitude.

“Sir, the teleportation fee is now sufficient, please put your armor back on.” The young staff member reminded, the only thing the saint warrior hadn’t sold was his armor, the most valuable item he had taken off.

“Alright.”

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