Who taught him to restore his country like this?

"Jenna."

Wim found his granddaughter among the children, untied her ropes, and called her name.

No matter how he called out to her, the girl showed no signs of waking up.

The other children are in the same situation.

They all seemed to have entered a state of suspended animation.

"Beasts!"

Wim wanted nothing more than to kill the man in the raincoat, but the matter was of utmost importance, so he could only suppress his anger, order the assassins, archers, and adventurers to guard the place, then, with his granddaughter in one arm and the man in the raincoat in the other, he rushed back to Kassel to notify the lord and the adventurers' guild to come and rescue them.

Both of them took this matter very seriously upon learning of it.

Before nightfall, all the children trapped in the cave were safely returned to Kassel for treatment.

Chapter 32 War Slave

"Your Highness Karina, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

In the ward, Earl Lawrence asked with a solemn expression.

Karina looked at the child on the hospital bed, and again and again, finding it hard to believe, before finally nodding heavily.

As a candidate saintess for the Radiant Church, she would never mistake him for someone else.

"This is the bondage of slavery."

The shackles around the necks of these children were the same shackles of slavery that struck fear into the hearts of royalty during the War of the Gods.

“How is this possible?” Earl Lawrence exclaimed incredulously. “Isn’t the Shackles of Slavery a product of the War of the Gods? How could it appear in the Kingdom of Orantia, which wasn’t chosen by the War of the Gods? And the Shackles of Slavery aren’t only found in…”

Earl Lawrence paused, but didn't utter the word "royal family".

He felt that even if the Kingdom of Orantia was unknowingly involved in the war of the gods, the shackles of enslavement should not be placed on these commoners.

In short, he couldn't understand it.

It's impossible that all these children are illegitimate children of the royal families of the countries that participated in those three wars between the divine kingdoms, right?

Karina was unable to answer Count Lawrence's question.

During her years of religious practice at the Holy See, she had never heard of such a thing.

To find out the truth, we probably have to start with the person who kidnapped these children.

"Did she say anything?" Karina asked.

“She won’t say anything,” Earl Lawrence said, shaking his head.

It's incredibly difficult to extract information from a puppet whose own thoughts have been erased.

This is almost impossible.

With their leads cut off, they had no choice but to report the matter to the King and the Holy See.

“Your Highness Karina, do you have a way to cure these children?” Earl Lawrence asked.

He had invited all the priests and doctors in the city to come and see them, but none of them could cure the children.

Karina shook her head; she was powerless to help either.

Although we don't know how these shackles of enslavement came about, once they appear, they can never be broken.

"Who found these children?" Karina asked.

"It's Mr. Wim."

How did he find out?

He said he found the children based on clues provided by others.

Who provided the tip?

“It’s the adventurer who uncovered the demons’ conspiracy at last night’s banquet,” Earl Lawrence replied.

"Oh?" Karina was slightly surprised. Could it be a coincidence that an adventurer helped them find both the lurking demons and the criminals who had kidnapped the children?

Where is Mr. Wim?

"His granddaughter was among the victims. He believed the adventurer who provided the clues would have a way to heal her, so just a few minutes ago, he took his granddaughter to find the adventurer."

"Let's go and take a look."

Karina is now very interested in the adventurer; she wants to see what kind of person he is and, incidentally, thank him in person for what happened last night.

……

The autumn rain outside the window fell more and more heavily, and the night grew deeper.

Ta-da...

A beautiful carriage emerged from the rain and finally came to a stop in front of the inn.

An elderly man with gray hair carried a girl as he stepped down from a carriage and hurried into the inn.

Ron, standing by the window, took in everything.

He smiled slightly and turned to look at the doorway.

Soon there was a knock on the door.

Ron strode toward the door. The other person was knocking very hard, and he felt that if he didn't hurry, they would break down the door.

"Mr. Wim."

He opened the door and looked at the anxious old man in front of him with feigned confusion.

Then, looking at the girl in the old man's hands, he said, "This is..."

“She’s my granddaughter,” Wim said hurriedly past Ron, gently placing the girl on the bed. Then, with hopeful eyes, he looked at Ron and pleaded, “Her condition is very bad right now. Could you please heal her?”

Upon hearing this, Ron stepped forward to check on the girl's condition and then looked troubled: "Mr. Wim, I would also like to help you, but I am not good at healing magic. I think it would be more appropriate to ask a doctor or priest to do this kind of thing."

"I've already asked them, but they're all powerless. Now, you're the only one who can save my granddaughter."

Wim pinned all his last hopes on Ron, believing that Ron, who had provided the clues, must be familiar with the killer's habits and might even know something about his granddaughter's symptoms.

“This…” Ron seemed quite troubled.

"If you can cure my granddaughter, I can teach you fourth-level martial arts."

"This is not..."

"Fifth-tier martial skill".

Looking at Wim's haggard face, Ron sighed helplessly, "I'll give it a try."

He bent down again to check the girl's condition.

There's really nothing to check.

The moment he saw this knock-off version of the enslavement shackles, he understood what was going on.

"War Slaves" is the name given to this group of people in "God's Descent," referring to a group of war tools mass-produced by ambitious individuals for the purpose of war.

Slavery and shackles are terms that most people find taboo.

But there is a small minority who yearn to wear the shackles of slavery, which are also known as "upgrade accelerators".

Wearing it will restrict your freedom, but it will greatly enhance your growth potential.

If it takes an ordinary person ten years to reach level 30, after being enslaved, he can reach level 30 in just one or two years at most.

This demonstrates the perversion of enslavement and bondage.

However, its quantity is also very small.

Most members of royalty abhor enslavement and would rather die than be enslaved.

After the first two wars of the divine kingdoms ended, the combined number of pure-blooded royals enslaved and shackled was less than twenty.

But this did not deter those ambitious individuals.

The principle for determining enslavement and shackles is bloodline, so let's create bloodlines.

They first used various deceitful means to find members of the opposite sex from various superior races to mate with the enslaved royal family.

Later, they found this method too slow, so they simply drew blood, modified it into a gene drug, and then injected it into the human body.

Thus, war slaves were born.

They attempted to mass-produce these war slaves who could rapidly level up, in order to unify the world.

However, such crooked methods ultimately have drawbacks.

The first consequence is a short lifespan; ordinary people who are successfully converted into war slaves can only survive for a maximum of three months.

Secondly, there's the issue of loyalty to a master. The shackles around the necks of war slaves are defective; they need regular blood donations from royalty to maintain their loyalty. Whoever gives them blood is their father.

Finally, and most seriously, the slaves of war are generally not very bright. Most of them can only execute single commands, and only a few with high bloodline compatibility can execute complex commands.

For example, the guy who was staring at him this morning.

Ron originally didn't want to get involved in this matter, since such things happen all over the world and he simply couldn't handle them all.

But that guy not only didn't apologize after hitting someone, he insisted on coming to see him in the morning.

It's rare for someone to provoke him like this, so Ron would feel bad if he didn't respond.

Getting back to the main point, the girl on the bed has not yet been transformed into a war slave; at this stage, all that is needed is a drop of royal blood to awaken her.

But Ron planned to postpone the treatment for two days.

Doctors should have a benevolent heart and always try to make sure their customers get their money's worth.

At least psychologically, I feel it's worth it.

Chapter 33 Treatment

Ron's eyebrows furrowed dramatically, as if he had encountered a very difficult problem.

"Did you find anything else when you found those children?" he asked.