The space magic circle that penetrated deep into the underground was completely destroyed by the power of the Holy Light Judgment. The Black City and White Town, which had been split for decades, were once again integrated into one. We witnessed the ruins of the arena, whether it was refugees who regarded the Blood Arena as a place other than the law or the mercenaries who sold their freedom in exchange for money and fame. They all understood that they could no longer stay here.

Most people fled when the magical arts caused an earthquake, and only the mercenaries restricted by the contract remained. For them, as long as the contract existed, they could not leave the scope of the Great Stolen pit.

Soon, rumors of the space magic circle being destroyed by the high-level Dawn Knight spread throughout the town, and the mercenaries spontaneously gathered.

Neham did not follow Link and his group, in addition to the trust of the alliance and his own cultivation, was more important because the number of mercenaries gathered more and more, forcing him to stay in place so as not to get involved in the son of nature who needed to conceal his identity.

Hundreds of people moved silently to form a circle of surrounds that firmly surrounded themselves. Even if they were used to the strong winds and waves, they would inevitably start to worry about their own safety. Many ants bite the elephant to death. Even if his rank was the highest in the field, they could not compete with the mercenaries in the entire town.

The right hand is slightly raised, and the light blade symbolizing the identity of a high-level knight and the rank of the rank immediately appears in the palm of your hand.

There is no need to open a mouth, just this action will make the narrowing encirclement stagnate. After several mercenaries standing in the front row look at each other, one of them was elected as the spokesperson.

"King Master." A middle-aged man with a look that was more noble than Vilfredo, bowed respectfully to Neham before continuing, "We have no intention of offending you, and we have no intention of harming you."

Neham didn't answer, but the meaning was obvious, so let him continue.

"Anyone who wants to enter the arena to show his skills must sign a contract with the administrator, and the day it exists, the contractor will never leave the scope of the Great Stolen Pit. Now, the town has been destroyed to the point where it cannot be repaired, and merchants will no longer visit. Without food and necessities, this is just an invisible cage that traps us. Whatever the purpose of everyone gathering here, you can't kill so many people to punish someone, right?"

The mercenary's words made Neham secretly relieved, not just wanting to be unfavorable to him.

"What do you want?"

Now, it was the mercenary representative's turn to have concerns. After hesitating for a moment, he used euphemism to ask Neham to use his magic to help clear the ruins of the arena in order to retrieve the contract that might be stored in the underground hiding place by the administrator.

After listening to the mercenary's request, Neham was both angry and funny.

These people want the Dawn Knight to be a free laborer? They don’t think about their identity. How many people are doing this are clean? They can punish them with camp chaos, but...

He looked at the direction where Link and others left. There were no figures in the desert.

We have to find an excuse that we will not be suspected, otherwise the Dawn Knight who has already punished the morning light will have no reason to continue to stay in such a place. What's more, the contract is related to the freedom of these people, and we really cannot be firm in our hearts and cares about their lives or death.

Thinking of this, Neham nodded reluctantly.

After getting the affirmative answer, all the mercenaries were relieved. The number of people was the dominant one. But facing a high-level sect knight who was about to become a legendary level, even if he could win the final victory, he would pay an extremely painful price, and no one would want to be a stepping stone for others to gain freedom.

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Perception elements are inherently capable of breathing for magical creatures. But for humans, they are talented only a very small number of them.

Wilfredo, who was born in a noble family, was once highly expected by his family. The so-called pure blood marriage for many generations did not allow him to have the same physique as Wengers as the one with the perceptual element. A family without a mage will sooner or later fall into trouble. After the second son was born and showed his spell casting talent, the eldest son was neglected from his parents to relatives.

He was sent to a non-commissioned officer school that only recruits children of nobles. Velfredo naively thought that as long as he could stand out in the Royal Knights, everyone would change his mind. But as he grew older, he was no longer obsessed with the attention of his family and relatives. The nobles lived a luxurious life in the high walls. However, the common people were hungry in the mountains, and the protection of the pillars of the earth was eroded and weakened. Many villages were either abandoned or slaughtered.

The undead are terrible, and humans are not completely powerless to resist. Why did Hornheim choose to be neutral? The food in the aristocratic cellars and granaries is moldy and deteriorated, and he is unwilling to distribute it to civilians who starve to death. Is the already divided empire still necessary to continue to maintain it? The questioning thoughts take root in the mind and sprout.

Out of human compassion and persistence in the knight's creed, Velfredo extended a helping hand to the civilians again and again, argued with other nobles again and again, and was incompatible with his identity, and finally pushed him to a dangerous situation.

At the age of twenty, several civilians accused Vilfredo of colluding with the undead, and the Knights convicted him of unknown investigation. In order to clear the relationship between the family and their parents, of course, expelled him from the clan. At this point, Vilfredo completely cut off his last thoughts of the nobles.

Empires can be established and destroyed. In order to continuate populations, the corrupt system and ruling class must be eliminated.

Determining a new goal in life, Velfredo used his noble status to escort the soldiers to loosen his escorts, and stole a flying lizard after guarding and sleeping at night. In the arena, he put down the glory of the nobles and the dignity of the knights, honed his skills with killing and blood, and secretly made friends with rebellious civilians who were dissatisfied with the nobles.

Time flies. When Velfredo finally joined the senior management of the Resistance Organization through unremitting efforts, he found in despair that he really controlled either the nobles or the undead mages behind his back. They acquiesced to and even formed a resistance organization under the banner of resisting the nobles, with the purpose of the purpose of resisting the political enemies or killing competitors.

The dream was shattered again and lost its goal to work for it. Velfredo gave up the position he had finally reached, fell into a depressed self-exile, and even began to challenge opponents who exceeded his ranks without his life in order to achieve the highest glory of being a warrior. Thanks to Wengers' appearance, the relationship between being a noble and having known each other as a child, Velfredo had the last reluctance to live a life-protecting friends.

Unexpectedly, a few years later, he ushered in the third turning point in his life. The Son of Nature was like a flash of lightning illuminating the fog of despair wrapped in Vilfredo. This was his third and last time he bet all the remaining hopes on Link.
Chapter completed!