Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

Looking at the farmers working hard in the fields, the peaceful castle, and the faint singing, Byron breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from this, things haven't slid to the worst possible outcome.

In this way, his safety during his next actions might be...

Just as Byron was pondering this, the castle gates suddenly opened, and a troop of well-built soldiers clad in leather armor rode out of the castle.

If that were all, it wouldn't have disrupted Byron's thoughts.

Unfortunately, the direction this group of soldiers was heading was the same village where Byron had been.

Upon seeing this, Byron's lips twitched. He didn't know if it was because his words were too clever or if the god in the castle was taking the opportunity to sow discord between him and others.

Otherwise, how could things have happened so coincidentally?

Byron took one last look at the castle, then stood up, turned, and disappeared over the hill.

He needed more detailed information about the situation inside the castle.

.........

"Click—"

In the silent jungle, Byron grabbed a soldier by the neck with one hand and, as the soldier struggled violently, snapped his neck like he was crushing a chick.

At this moment, Byron was surrounded by charred remains, and the tall trees around him lay piled on top of each other on the ground, burning fiercely.

On the scorched earth, more than a dozen gruesome corpses lay sprawled about, some human, some horse.

Standing in this scene, Byron was as terrifying as a demon returning from the abyss.

Although Byron's physique wasn't considered strong, that was in comparison to wizards who focused on or even relied primarily on physical strength.

But for ordinary people, his physique is something they can only dream of.

After all, as a wizard, one's physical constitution will change along with the leap in mental power.

After killing the last soldier who was putting up a stubborn resistance, Byron turned with a smile to look at the three soldiers huddled under the tree, trembling with fear.

The three soldiers were so frightened by the sight that they screamed.

But at the last moment before they uttered their cries, fearing that their shouts would anger the person in front of them, they forcibly covered their mouths.

Byron nodded in satisfaction as he saw how well-behaved the three children were.

These three people did not die like the others.

One reason is that these three people immediately left the battlefield the moment Byron made his move, and they hid to the side when the soldiers charged, thus avoiding the attack and escaping unscathed.

The other aspect is also very simple.

That is, Byron realized that these three people must be extraordinary, and that they could help him understand the situation in the castle.

After all, the clothes these three were wearing looked much better than those of the soldiers.

"Alright, now that no one's bothering us anymore, just answer whatever I ask, or else... hehe..."

Byron didn't say what he was going to say, but all three understood what he meant.

The three nodded frantically upon hearing this, fearing that if they were even a little slow, they would incur Byron's displeasure and have their necks snapped like those soldiers.

Byron wasted no time and immediately asked.

"Why did you leave the castle with your soldiers, and what was your purpose?"

Upon hearing this, the three of them were visibly taken aback, and their expressions became hesitant.

Upon seeing this, Byron immediately showed no mercy. He flipped his hand, and a ball of flame appeared in his palm, drifting gracefully toward the three of them.

Finally, the flames hovered in front of the three of them, their intense heat relentlessly scorching them.

The three of them had never experienced such a scene before, and immediately let out a wail like pigs being slaughtered.

"Speak, I'll speak!"

"Yes, we all said so!"

"We came out to obey the Lord's command and to investigate the matter. One of the Lord's warriors was killed outside, and the Lord is very angry. He wants to kill the person who offended Him and bring the body back!"

Upon hearing the answer given by the last person, Byron nodded in satisfaction, and the flames floating in front of them dissipated.

Byron: "You two should learn from him. Didn't I say I don't want to hear nonsense? Just give me the answer I want."

Upon hearing this, the three nodded in unison, indicating that they understood.

Although they were certain that the person in front of them had not said those words, they dared not refute them, fearing that if they angered him, they would be the ones to suffer.

Byron spoke again, asking, "What is this 'Lord' you speak of?"

"Lord, it was that person who insisted that we call Him that, we don't know why."

"The Lord is the god that Baron Verla told us to worship. He claims to be the god of war, and his name is Abuldan."

"......."

Byron did not interrupt the three men as they eagerly answered their questions.

Although the three people's voices were somewhat chaotic when they answered at the same time, making information processing a bit more troublesome, it was still much less time-consuming than answering one by one.

Moreover, this way there's no need to worry about the three of them colluding, since Byron would have accepted that they could still collude under these circumstances.

Moreover, this amount of information processing was nothing to Byron; it wasn't even necessary for him to activate his omniscient eye.

After hearing their answers, Byron did not question anything, but continued to ask questions.

"What is the origin of Abultan, the god of war?"

"I know that. I saw with my own eyes how He came to be. He fell from the sky, and Vera and I picked him up together."

"The reason He was taken back was because He promised that if Vera helped Him, He could help Vera ascend the throne."

"I said then that this thing was no good, but Vera was blinded by greed and couldn't see clearly."

"And he paid the price for his greed; shortly before we left, Villa was killed by Abultan."

Upon hearing this, the other two looked at the speaker with disbelief.

"How could this be? Villa is dead? Killed by Abuldan?!"

"How could Verra be dead? What about his soldiers? How could he just die like that?!"

The person who spoke first rolled his eyes when he heard their questions and said irritably.

"Why would I lie to you? Verra was killed by his own soldiers. His body was buried. If it weren't for that, how could I have left the city with those soldiers, and how could I have gotten involved..."

At this point, the speaker seemed to realize something, shrank back, and dared not say anything more.

The other two, however, remained incredulous, staring blankly ahead with empty eyes.

As for Byron, upon hearing this, he raised his hand and stroked his chin.

The information contained in this message was very useful to Byron, even making him realize that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that could greatly reduce the pressure on him in dealing with Abuldan.