Chapter 271: The Unseen Observer

  This heroic passion, however, seemed to have a slight flaw. Lord Bolgan immediately sighed with regret once more.

  "My lord, what's wrong? Is something still amiss?" the Half-Orc adjutant immediately noticed the discomfort.

  The assistant to the lord sighed again and said, "A great man once said: 'Eternal woman, she leads us onward.' While this saying is certainly not correct, it's not without its truth. No matter how great the deeds and achievements, no matter how great the sense of satisfaction, without a beautiful woman to share and appreciate them with, there will always be regret..."

  Indeed, no matter how strong or large Oufu was, no matter how highly City Lord Sedros thought of him, no matter how high his status in Oufu was, and no matter how much freedom he had to spread his wings, Oufu was, after all, a city of beastmen. Humans were pitifully scarce here, and among the subordinates Sedros had taken in, there happened to be no young women. No matter how admiring the gaze of a Half-Orc, no matter how majestic the guard of a werewolf, they could not replace the charming, considerate, and skilled-at-undressing-ones courtesans from the inns of Bracada. Not to mention a soulmate with whom he could share his achievements and shoulder his work.

  Hmm, sometimes he really envied that kid... Although he was being hunted everywhere, he also had a capable and intelligent young woman like the duke's daughter who liked him. Oh, she was already the Chancellor of Ainfast. He stayed in the royal capital of Ainfast for too short a time a while ago, and was too exhausted, so he didn't have time to have a good chat with the Chancellor. That was the greatest regret of this year...

  "Haha, so that's what's troubling you, my lord? Don't worry, don't worry." The Half-Orc adjutant immediately smiled with a similar understanding.

  "Oh, do you have any good suggestions?" Lord Bolgan's eyes instantly brightened. He understood that although they were of different races, being both male, some basic resonances could still cross racial boundaries.

  "I know many beautiful, intelligent, and considerate young ladies. I can introduce them to you, my lord." The adjutant smiled mysteriously.

  "Oh? Young ladies?" Lord Bolgan's eyes brightened again, as if a cup of oil had been suddenly added to a bonfire. But then he was startled again: "The beautiful young ladies you know? Are they from your race?"

  "Yes." The adjutant's eyes also brightened, his face glowing with the same radiance. These resonances truly did transcend any race. "Their skin is as green as the leaves of duckweed, making one want to take a bite at a glance. The contours of their faces are as cute as little buns from a human workshop. They have two long, white teeth by their mouths, and their body hair feels like the finest brush to the touch. The lines of their muscles are also very good, and their buttocks are as firm as an Ogre warrior's muscles. Each of them can smash more than three walnuts with their buttocks at once. And there are those charming little bumps on their bodies..."

  "Oh." Lord Bolgan's gaze was extinguished as if a bucket of water had been poured on a bonfire. He only felt that he was also breaking out in bumps. "Truly charming young ladies."

  "Hehe." The adjutant felt as happy as if he had reclaimed another hundred mu of new fields and harvested a million pounds of grain, thinking he had performed a great service. He continued his report as if asking for credit, "I also have two werewolf friends, and they know many beautiful werewolf girls. I hear their fur is as beautiful as the snow on the Sanderfirth Mountains. And there are the good girls of the Ogres, those two breasts are big enough to be used to..."

  "Enough, enough." Lord Bolgan waved his hand again and again, stopping his subordinate from continuing his report. Although the sun was shining brightly, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. It seemed that even if there were indeed resonances that crossed racial boundaries, aesthetic viewpoints could not. He unconsciously became melancholic and sighed, "Why didn't I feel this way before? Life is truly lonely..."

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  The suddenly melancholic assistant to the lord had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

  Ah, that's right, he heard that among the mages invited from the Tower of Fangs this time, there was a woman, and she was even the tower master... perhaps an old woman... But he had taken a glance from afar, and she didn't seem like an old woman... But besides, a woman who could be the leader of a group of old mages, wasn't she too formidable...

  After hesitating for a long while, he finally decided to go and meet this tower master. If possible, he might as well communicate more. Even if she herself was not easy to communicate with, her disciples should be easier to talk to. With the status of City Lord Sedros's assistant, it was absolutely justifiable to visit the Tower of Fangs, and it was also to enhance understanding and prepare for more opportunities for cooperation...

  "I've decided. I've decided to go and pay a visit to the tower master of the Tower of Fangs." After letting out a long breath, Lord Bolgan felt that the world was so beautiful and the sun was so brilliant again. At this point in life, one more step and there would be no more regrets.

  He shook his head contentedly, but Lord Bolgan suddenly froze. He saw a crow on a tree not far away.

  A crow on a tree was originally a very ordinary thing, but one must know that this was the Lizard Marsh, a place with no living space for crows at all. In the territory of a huge monster like the Wyvern, no other birds could possibly exist.

  "Strange, how is there a crow here?" Lord Bolgan muttered, looking curiously at this bird that should not be here. The crow on the tree also stared straight at him with the same kind of eyes.

  The beastman adjutant also slapped his head and said, "Eh. If you hadn't said so, my lord, I really wouldn't have remembered. It seems there shouldn't be crows here. But I've been seeing this thing around for the past two days."

  With a long caw, the crow, as if it understood that the two did not welcome it, flew up from the tree, circled once in the air, and then flew towards the depths of the swamp.

  Lord Bolgan watched this small creature depart with confusion. Under the full sun, this tiny black dot seemed like an extremely small patch of haze, but it was nonetheless real.

  In Celeste, in a large secret chamber specially opened by His Majesty the Pope, the newly appointed Cardinal was laughing. He hadn't laughed like this in a long time.

  "Haha, so even in a savage place like Oufu, there are such interesting characters. It's a pity I have no chance to meet them." Marquis looked at the crystal ball in front of him, which was reflecting the unique scenery of the Lizard Marsh.

  Not just the one crystal ball in front of him, there were dozens of similar crystal balls in this not-so-small chamber. The scenery inside each crystal ball was different. Some were of the Lizard Marsh, some of large wilderness areas, and others were of Oufu City, built of rough and bold giant stones.

  "If we let them develop at this scale for another two or three years, I really will have no way to deal with these beasts." Besides Marquis, the Pope was also in the secret chamber, but his expression was not as happy as Marquis's, without a trace of a smile. For people like them, reading lips was not a difficult task. The werewolf's mouth shape was not very easy to understand, but the dialogue between the dwarf and the Half-Orc was clear. The Pope was naturally uninterested in the latter part of the conversation; what he cared about was the earlier words.

  To a single mage or a small group like Diya Valley, the Eagle's Eye puppet was merely an exquisite detection method. But when used in a war like this, its effect was magnified to a decisive level.

  In the past two days, His Majesty the Pope had already seen almost every part of Oufu in great detail through these crystal balls. However, he still did not dare to get too close to the vicinity of City Lord Sedros's mansion; the Eagle's Eye puppets still could not escape the eyes of a true master.

  But even this was enough. His Majesty the Pope's expression had been almost nothing but bad for the past two days. He was well aware of the significance represented by those huge fertile fields, pastures, and beast-taming grounds. And the words that had just come out of the dwarf's mouth made him extremely uncomfortable.

  If the Tamika Knight were still here, the Pope would immediately order him to bring back the head of this interesting person Marquis had spoken of. The Pope would only find such a person interesting when they were dead.

  After the relationship with the Magic Academy was formally severed, the Tower of Fangs had become a place completely beyond the reach of the Church. As a mage himself, the Pope was very clear about the appeal of the high-level magic gems produced in the Sanderfirth Mountains, so he also knew very well that the Tower of Fangs would definitely accept Oufu's employment. If these two slowly combined, the result would be self-evident.

  "Beastmen's combat power, and with magic on top of that... Is Sedros planning to equip every beastman with a Magical Jade ring? Does he want to drive all the mages on the continent mad? Hehe..." The Pope, probably in an extremely bad mood, laughed instead, "Archibald was really not wrong. Everything starts from the Central Lands. It's ridiculous that I was actually a bit dismissive before."

  Marquis smiled and said lightly, "Your Majesty need not worry too much. After all, this is not something that can be achieved in the short term. And our plan should also be ready soon."

  "Yes, The Black Star is in Agrael's hands, so we can't worry about it for the time being. And now it seems that this Oufu is more worthy of our concern. According to their scale of development, if we don't intervene, in ten years the continent will be taken over by beastmen. Gathering such immense power..."

  The Pope suddenly froze, looked at Marquis, and said, "What Archibald said was that the one who gathers power will take up The Black Star and change the world starting from the Central Lands. This is both destruction and a beginning. It is the turning of the gears of fate, unavoidable. Is that right?"

  "Exactly as Your Majesty says. The words left by Lord Archibald are just so." Marquis nodded.