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It was a magnificent city, surrounded by towering walls, with countless watchtowers guarding it. Within the towers were powerful Magic weapons, and corresponding to their terrifying aura was a sense of security.
This was the territory of Count.
But even such a city appeared lifeless under the siege of the Demon.
Outside the city was desolation; the traces of war hadn't even been cleared away.
Flames had scorched the area around the city bare, and countless trees had been cut down to make siege engines.
Inside the city was gloomy; the prolonged war had forced people to live in constant fear.
As the army dwindled under the impact of the conflict, the citizens' anxiety continued to rise.
Theft, robbery, escape...
Even the city's security had to rely on a large number of guards.
War, this was war.
Count rubbed his head; the waves of headaches had prevented him from resting well for a long time.
But he couldn't show it.
He was the heaven of this strong city; he had to be as strong and resolute as steel.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
A knock sounded, and Count's face returned to its usual calm composure.
"Enter."
He spoke lightly.
The sound of turning pages followed.
"Count..."
The captain of the guards who entered looked at Count, who still maintained his daily habit of reading, and a flicker of admiration flashed in his eyes.
"Is there something?"
Count gently put down the book in his hand and asked in a flat tone.
"But has the reinforcement arrived?"
In the flat tone, a trace of anticipation could be clearly felt.
"No, Count..."
The guard captain with dazzling golden hair shook his head, his expression strange.
"The Demon has sent an envoy for peace talks."
"Peace talks?"
Count's pupils widened slightly.
"Yes, Count."
"Hede, what do you think?"
Count gently tapped the table, his fingers on his lips in thought.
"They've been at war for so long, and who knows how many people have died in this war!"
The golden-haired guard captain gritted his teeth.
"Do they think peace talks are still possible?"
Hede's tone was firm; clearly, in his opinion, there was no possibility of peace talks at all!
Absolutely not accepted!
"Then what do you think the purpose is?"
"Purpose?"
Hede paused.
"The purpose of the Demon's peace talks."
Count stood up, gently shook his dark blue robe, straightened it, and stood by the window, looking out.
"I.."
Hede hesitated, thought for a moment, and finally shook his head.
"I... I don't know."
"Who is the Demon coming for peace talks?"
"Aura or one of his executioners?"
Count asked quietly.
"It's Lugner."
"Lug... ner?"
Count's voice was slightly moved.
"Yes, Count."
Lugner, the leader of Aura's executioners.
His status was no less than that of Hede, the guard captain, who was below only one person in the city.
Does the Demon Race... really have the sincerity to want peace talks?
Count bit his lip, hesitating.
"Finally here!"
Stark looked at the towering city gate before him with a relaxed smile.
The city walls were covered with guards on duty, the walls were high, and the watchtowers stood tall. This was a strong city full of security!
"But why are there so many guards on the streets..."
Fern looked around and said in surprise.
"Even if they are at war, shouldn't they be sending troops outside?"
"How would I know?"
Stark pouted and replied, but the next second, seeing Fern's indifferent gaze, he quickly changed his words.
"But shouldn't this be a good thing?"
"It feels so safe."
Tall guards wearing dark gray sturdy armor patrolled the streets with spears.
The entire city was in a tense, serious atmosphere.
"Safety?"
"Didn't feel it at all."
Yulian shook his head.
It seems the war between the Demon and humans has reached a certain level of severity.
The relationship... is very bad.
Even with guards filling the streets, the residents didn't seem at ease at all.
Any residents who went out were always in a hurry.
Yulian was certain that this city had entered a state of stagnation, or even regression, in its development due to the war.
"Let's go buy something first."
Fern sighed and spoke to Frieren.
But she found that Frieren suddenly stood still, motionless.
"Mistress Frieren?"
"Demon."
Frieren stared fixedly into the distance, her staff summoned into her hand at some point.
Terrifying energy was gathering.
"Demon."
Yulian followed Frieren's gaze and indeed saw the unfamiliar Demon on the corpse bird appearing at the end of the street.
Beside him were a group of guards and a man wearing a dark blue outer robe with a resolute face.
"Hmm?"
Perhaps sensing the gazes of Frieren and Yulian, Lugner's smile disappeared.
Instead, he met Frieren's gaze with a flat expression.
An indifferent expression, concealing killing intent.
"Bold!"
"What are you doing!"
"Thump!"
The guards on duty on the street naturally noticed this scene and quickly moved to forcefully press Frieren down and control her!
"Mistress Frieren!"
Fern looked at this scene and anxiously shouted.
"This..."
Yulian underestimated Frieren's hostility towards the Demon!
He never expected Frieren to dare to make an attacking gesture on the street!
"Count Granat, did you arrange this?"
Lugner asked with a smile the man with deep brown hair and a resolute face beside him.
"Lord Lugner, I did think about doing this."
"But, it's clear that I didn't send someone to do this."
Count said with a cold face.
Lugner just smiled faintly and didn't reply.
"Damn it."
Granat's face was cold, and he stepped forward, ready to deal with Frieren, who was controlled by the guards and had fallen to the ground, but Lugner reached out and stopped him.
He was waiting, waiting for Count Granat to handle this matter, and incidentally, to see his reaction.
"Probably an unaware adventurer, take her to the dungeon and await sentencing."
Count Granat said lightly, but his eyes signaled the guards to release Frieren.
Seeing this, the guards naturally stood up and moved to the side.
"I hope Count will protect our safety well."
Lugner said thoughtfully, looking at Count Granat with a smile on his lips.
"That is certain."
"After all, you are the envoy for peace talks."
Count said.
The large group of people set off again, gradually moving away.
Frieren, on the other hand, was taken in another direction by the street guards.
"Mistress Frieren..."
Fern looked in the direction Frieren was taken by the guards, then looked at Yulian, and whispered.
"It's okay, Fern."
Yulian said softly, having already made a decision in his heart.
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