After setting up a camp for them to rest, Brockley lit a bonfire to provide some warmth to the surroundings. He would sleep outside while Riley slept inside. However, Riley couldn't sleep. She sat beside Brockley watching the fire before them. “I want to talk to you, Brockley. I wonder why you care so much about those two beggars?” Brockley took a sip of the warm water and then said, “Even though I've never felt what they feel, I'm trying to taste it. It hurts. I make sure they feel the pain in their hearts when they are insulted, insulted, laughed at, sent away. I imagined if I were in their position. Therefore, I can't bear to see people being wronged." After a moment of silence, he continued, “And I don't like those market guards even more. If they've gone too far, I might fight with them. I've read a lot of stories of mass killings and massacres, so when I see people just being insulted, it's normal for me.” According to Brockley, blood was created to be shed. And land was cre
As time went on, they arrived at a village that was known as the largest iron ore producer. The village was named Ferro Village. Most of the iron ore from here is sent to other cities and villages to be processed into various purposes, such as weapons, armor, vehicles, furniture, and others. While on the trip, Riley suffered from a serious illness, because she had not traveled long distances and days. Brockley was forced to find a place for treatment in Ferro Village. After asking local residents, she finally arrived at a house with iron walls and fences. They both had to wait and line up with other patients around the yard. There were still five more patients before Riley's turn came. Because the Saxon healer was the only person who was skilled in medicine and medicine here, all villagers who were sick and injured would definitely be rushed here. After quite a long time, suddenly a group of people barged in and didn't care about the people who were standing in line. There were two
As soon as their conversation was over, Brockley immediately got up and returned to the queue seat. He sat right beside Riley. The group left the medical center, headed for the Village Head's residence, and discussed what they would talk about next. While waiting, Brockley asked the people around him for more information. Many of them commented: "Our Village Head is a sycophant and a money launderer." "We didn't like his slow and indecisive leadership style." "If we adhere to democracy, the village head should have stepped down from his position because most of the village community agreed that he should stop serving. Unfortunately, we obey the king's orders.” Brockley was a little taken aback. he asked very curiously. "King, or are the people around him who are close to your Village Chief?" One of them answered, “We don't think it's King Glora, but his closest people. Like his father from the Young General just now. The proof is that the Young General also has a close relatio
As soon as Brockley and Riley had arrived at the Village Head's house who was escorted by a villager, they both ran into royalty, among them was Young General Hopkin. A dozen royal bodyguards in military uniforms closely clung to the General, their eyes very watchful, and always alert. All of the group left the Village Head's house. The sound of horseshoes from all of them could be heard clearly along the way. Dust was scattered and blown by the wind, leaving a big question in Brockley's mind. ‘Why are they here?’ And that big question will be answered in this luxurious house, in a moment. "Greetings, Village Head," Brockley greeted cordially. “I am Fric and this is my girlfriend Rose. We are visitors from the north and heading for Gloriston. We are on our way there. Before continuing our journey, there is a lot of information we need. Would you mind having us as guests?” Village Head watched this man and woman right in front of him. Seeing that the man was carrying a lot of packag
The information this time is very important. If necessary Brockley spent all his money just to get this information. Considering that the Village Head really had close ties with people in the palace and had extensive knowledge of what was there, Brockley had to take advantage of the opportunity that presented itself. Brockley squared his shoulders, looked the Village Chief straight in the eye, then asked, "What's the purpose of Junior General Hopkin's arrival just now?" Brockley laid out two pieces of silver on the table. That made the Village Head a little excited. "There is something important." "About the animals that will be exterminated?" "Yes. We went to a Saxon healer to buy some herbicides and pesticides. Right now, the General and his family are in need of him.” Brockley narrowed his eyes. "Who is the beast?" The village Head instead smiled bitterly. "Young man, you are a foreigner and want to migrate to Gloriston, I don't think you need to know about such things." Bro
Head of Ferro Village himself escorted Brockley to the pier because he was worried that Brockley would later get on the wrong boat. He said to his men there. “Take my guest named Fric and his girlfriend. They want to stop first at Goa Glor. Make sure they enjoy their trip.” The two men quickly prepared the boat. Then the Village Head turned to Brockley and said with a cheerful face. “You are the forty-fifth person to be my guest. Nothing won't work if they want to ask me for help. I assure you that you will become the Commander of the squad as soon as possible.” Brockley nodded in understanding. “Mr. Village Head is indeed an extraordinary person. I hope we will meet again at another time and opportunity.” "Of course, young man. Give my greetings to Mister Mundric and Young General Hopkin,” concluded the Village Chief without even mentioning the King. “Oh yes, give my men some food, Fric. It's a pity that the passengers are quiet." In the end Brockley and Riley left Ferro Village
Brockley caught his breath for a while, and then hugged Riley from behind. Their skin was only covered by a thick piece of cloth. However, since Brockley's body and clothes were still wet, he quickly backed away."You'll get even colder, Riley."However, Riley was still trembling all over. Her lips were pale and her eyes were dull. She was still beautiful even though she looked withered. She blew into her own palm.Brockley stripped off all her clothes until she was completely naked, then dried her for a while with a towel. Once dry, he then pressed his body skin against Riley's, hugging her from behind, giving her warmth.Both of their hands clasped each other. Riley's back felt the heartbeat of the mighty man. Brockley's lips were right on Riley's moist neck. They cuddled for a long time until finally Riley's body started to feel a little warm.Gradually, Riley was no longer shivering. The teeth that had been chattering were no longer. However, her eyes were still closed, continuing
"My opinion was accepted by most of the higher-ups in the palace, the reason being that Grock was considered unfit to lead. However, some time after Queen Megan was crowned the supreme leader of the kingdom, I was slandered as having betrayed the kingdom. They said I was one of the people who planned the assassination of the King."Brockley stared into Hudde's eyes for a long time. His gaze sharpened and his expression was very serious. "Master, is it Mundric, the former Arbilis Village Chief who has slandered you?""Who else would it be?"Hudde said that ever since Avraam was made King twenty years ago, Mundric had been plotting to overthrow Avraam's rule. Mundric had always been unwilling to let the position of village leader change hands, especially since the King was once his subordinate."Mundric always appeared good to the late King Avraam and the people in the palace, but behind it he had big plans." Then Hudde bowed his head. "I have a strong suspicion that Mundric is the mast