Chapter 302 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Far south of the mainland, Knight Howard James was touring Keane Hill with his two sons in a humble countryside of the Duchy of Thunder. Seeing them passing by, farmers all stopped their work and saluted to them.

That was simply out of politeness. Compared with those rude northwestern people who were mainly illiterate explorers, the residents of Keane Hill were politer. Beliefs in the God of Art and Culture were also popular here.

Knight James was forty-two years old. As a mid-ranked knight, his power had almost reached its peak and would begin to decline in a year or two at most. Correspondingly, his two sons, 22-year-old Bonn and 18-year-old Shawn, had grown up. Bonn even had a daughter now. Knight James also had a 15-year-old daughter. It could be said that he had a big, extended family.

So he was much luckier than Knight D’vor Ouss, who had died in the battlefield, leaving his two sons, one 15 and the other 12, in the world. At that time, Knight James was left at Keane Hill for he had been weak in power and was familiar with Keane Hill. Things had been different for D’vor—at least one knight should go with the Hill Lord to the battlefield.

They had joined the earth-shattering war that made the sun and moon out of the light. Finally, only 12 out of over 100 people came home alive. They had been badly hurt, even the Lord Hill Crick himself. Compared to that, although Knight James hadn’t won the honor that could be treasured for generations, he was alive.

He appreciated that a lot. Though he was dull and didn’t say anything, he was clear in his mind—actually, he was not that dull as he had an intelligence of nine. It was common to see soldiers with that level of intelligence, but none of them were treated like idiots.

However, that war had made him alert. Since this winter, every time he was touring Keane Hill or dealing with civil affairs, he would take his two sons with him. He hoped that they could learn the skills of a Hill Lord and take his place in working for the Baron after his retirement.

The Baron referred to not Crick, but Miss Anna. Although the official Baron of the Keane Hill was Anna Keane, everyone knew that she had no interest or skills in being a Hill Lord. The future of the Keane Hill relied on his Lordship, Crick.

“Alas! When will His Lordship recover…” Thinking about the condition of Crick, the loyal captain of the Regiment of Knights couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

“Father, please be rest assured! His Lordship will be better soon!”

“Of course, how could a man who was able to come back alive from the battlefield of the Sun’s Death Day be so easily knocked down by illness!”

If Crick was here, he could look at Bonn and Shawn through his extraordinary talents of Transmigration and find that these two young knights were as loyal as their father with 100 percent of loyalty.

Before that big war, these two young men had never been obedient to the poetic Hill Lord. However, in that horrible bloody war, Crick had managed to come back with his body badly hurt by the Divine Curse. He had also taken back the corpse of his good friend and killed the evil b*tch, Miss Machee, on the way. Thus, he had built a great, brave image among the young men as if he were an idol.

What did the Divine Curse mean? It meant that he had been involved in the fight of Oracles or Holy Spirits. How brave and powerful was he for a mortal!

What did bringing back Spencer Smith’s dead body mean? It meant that Crick had been beside the knight when he died. He could stay alive while that famous master had died and even take back his partner’s body. All of that needed accurate judgment and extraordinary wisdom. After all, Crick was a follower of the God of Art and Culture, not the God of Luck.

On his way back, though he had been ill and badly hurt, he still successfully killed Miss Machee. She had done many evil things and even once became the evil God of Aristocracy to take charge of this area. This further proved that Crick was a tough guy with great power even when he was badly hurt.

Being brave, wise and strong, good at governance, honest and noble—Lord Crick was like a hero out of mythology and legends. That had been enough to make these young people admire and worship him.

Although Crick himself had repeatedly stressed that there were many errors in these statements and a lot of fabricated details, others just took that as his modesty and didn’t believe it.

Crick could not help it. The more he explained, the more people felt that he was hiding it. After all, that battle had been so tragic, and everyone knew that. The volunteer army had been fighting in the most dangerous place in the whole battlefield. It was an undeniable fact that Crick not only had come back all the way but also brought back the corpse of his friend.

However, Crick was reluctant to damage his friend’s reputation. The relationship between Smith and his sister was somewhat weird, reminding him of some unhealthy books he had read before. So he repeatedly told himself that he should never say anything and to try to forget those things. He also asked Donaldson to do so.

Donaldson, growing a beard and wearing heavy armor, had been hired by Machee to disguise as Paul, the legendary adventurer.