Who taught him to restore his country like this?

She suspected that this was a staged performance by Ron himself.

“It wasn’t me. I, Ron, consider myself a kind-hearted person. It’s impossible for me to do such a heinous thing,” Ron said solemnly.

Keltia: "..."

"What is your relationship with her? Why does she obey your orders?"

“I have nothing to do with her. The reason she obeys my orders is because she drank my blood.”

"What do you mean?"

"Those who are injected with enslavement drugs and put on shackles of enslavement... let's call them war slaves for now. The enslavement shackles of war slaves are flawed. The blood of royalty is the key to controlling them. Whoever gives a war slave blood to drink, the war slave will obey that person."

There's no need to hide this information. Telling it to Kertia and letting the Radiant Church investigate will effectively curb the rampant spread of war slaves and save him a lot of trouble in his future actions.

"By the way, the key to curing those children is royal blood; royal blood can dispel the bloodline that enslaved the royal family," Ron said.

After hearing this, Kertia lowered her eyes, as if considering the rationality of this information.

Chapter 41 Borderline

After a moment, Kertia raised her eyes.

"How do you know these things?" she asked.

"Isn't this something you can figure out with a little thought?" Ron said matter-of-factly.

Keltia: "..."

Ron's answer was perfunctory, but she couldn't refute it.

Because there really is a cause-and-effect logical relationship involved.

"Then please use your brain again and tell me where these enslavement potions come from?" She increased the pressure on her feet.

Ron played along, feigning pain, and replied, "The Bruwerman Empire."

"Where's the evidence?"

“No, but you can go to the Silvermoon Territory of the Bruveman Empire, which is the former capital of the Silvermoon Kingdom. You might find the evidence you need there,” Ron pointed out to Kertia the direction of her investigation.

The research institutes and production sites for the enslavement drugs were located there.

Silvermoon Territory... Keltia memorized this location.

Of course, she didn't completely believe what Ron said.

Having been fooled several times, she always kept in mind: you can't believe what this man says, even if what he says makes perfect sense, you can only believe half of it.

"Why would Princess Karina betray the Kingdom of Orantia?" she asked, inquiring about what Ron and Earl Lawrence had just discussed.

"Did I say that Princess Karina betrayed the Kingdom of Orantia?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"The Divine Purification Array was set up by Princess Karina. Now you say that the Divine Purification Array reflects the eternal illusion of the Great Demon Lilith, doesn't that imply that Princess Karina colluded with the demons and betrayed the Kingdom of Orantia?"

"That's not what I meant."

"So what do you mean?"

"The previous Divine Purification Array was controlled by Princess Karina, and the current Divine Purification Array is controlled by the Great Demon Lilith. It's that simple," Ron said calmly.

Keltia was taken aback: "Why can the demons control the Divine Purification Array?"

“You’ll have to ask Princess Karina about that,” Ron shrugged.

Kertia lowered her eyes and began to think again.

"Lady Kertia, do you have any other questions?" Ron asked cautiously when Kertia remained silent for a while.

If there are no other problems, I'll go rest in the dungeon first.

Keltia, whose thoughts had been interrupted, glared fiercely at Ron.

“I’m asking you, what did you see in the Twilight Swamp that day?” she asked in a deep voice.

"What do you see?" Ron didn't understand the question for a moment.

It wasn't until his gaze fell on Kertia's chest, and the foot in the little leather shoe stomped harder, that he realized what was happening.

Ouch.

Why care about those things?

It's nothing special, nothing interesting.

Seemingly sensing that Ron was thinking something terrible, the black aura emanating from Keltia instantly intensified several times, putting her on the verge of turning evil.

"No, I didn't see anything. The ruins were full of gray fog, I couldn't see anything," Ron said hastily.

Well, there's nothing to see in the ruins.

Fortunately, he changed into Kertia's nun's habit outside the ruins.

As a gentleman, Ron has a few words to say here.

One should not give up on protecting oneself because one is weak, nor should one not wear clothes because one does not have them.

Ron's answer seemed to have a self-deceptive effect on her, as the black aura emanating from Kertia gradually subsided.

She withdrew her foot from Ron and took two steps back: "Don't try anything funny. You can't escape this time. I'll be watching you."

He left with a look that suggested the matter wasn't over yet, then turned and left.

Ron watched Kertia leave the room and chuckled dismissively.

He never does anything that leaves him with no way out.

……

The first thing Lawrence did after leaving the castle was to summon the administrator responsible for liaising with other fortresses and inquire about their situations.

“My Lord, we’ve lost contact with the outside world for the past few minutes.”

Magical items, communication contracts, magical frequency sensing... they tried everything, but all the messages they sent went unanswered.

The administrator's answer plunged Lawrence into an icy abyss.

The demons have launched a massive invasion, and the war is extremely urgent. Unless there are special circumstances, it is impossible for the major fortresses to delay replying to messages from other fortresses for so long.

One fortress not responding doesn't necessarily indicate a problem. But if several fortresses are not responding at the same time, then there's definitely something wrong.

Recalling what Ron had just said, Lawrence began to feel uneasy.

He immediately assembled an elite squad and personally led the team out from the western flank, where the demons were outnumbered.

He wanted to go to Kassel in person to verify this.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared behind the distant mountains, Lawrence, with his remaining team of about twenty men, finally arrived near the border of Kassel.

They stopped some distance from the border, but the bizarre scene before them made them afraid to go any further.

The waning moon hangs high in the sky, taking over the last rays of the setting sun and illuminating the earth.

The evening breeze gently caressed the faces of the knights who were trembling with fear.

They stared blankly ahead.

It was a massive, dark army of demons that blocked their path.

Most of them were in a running posture, trying to invade Kassel.

If they were to break into Kassel, it would be a devastating disaster for Kassel.

But at this moment, what terrified Lawrence was not this, and he didn't need to worry at all that the demons would break in.

Because they were all strangely frozen in place at that moment.

It's like a sculpture.

Lawrence looked back and saw that the pursuing demons had all stopped in the distance, seemingly wary of something and dared not approach.

Looking at the scene before them, the frozen demon army formed a smooth cross-section.

Lawrence stepped forward.

He could imagine the scene of the demons being suddenly cut off by a mysterious force during their march.

He raised his hand and slowly touched the mysterious barrier.

However, nothing was touched.

Lawrence hesitated for a moment, then took the first step forward.

Immediately afterwards, his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember anything.

"Your Excellency."

"Your Excellency."

When he came to his senses, he was surrounded by a group of knights, and he could hear the tense and worried calls of his subordinates.

"Your Excellency, you've finally woken up!" The knights exclaimed with delight upon seeing Lawrence open his eyes.

Did I faint?

Lawrence sat up in confusion, rubbing his forehead as he tried to recall what had just happened.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember why he had fainted.

“What… just happened?” he asked.

“My lord, you went inside and suddenly stopped moving. No matter how we called you, you didn’t respond, so we took it upon ourselves to pull you out. After that, you fell unconscious,” the knight replied.

Upon hearing this, Lawrence looked at the vacuum-like area in front of him, which seemed like an insurmountable chasm, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Chapter 42 Lawrence, My Friend

That night, under the cover of more than a hundred mages led by Kertia, the scouting team returned safely to the city.

This should have been a cause for celebration, but Lawrence, who was leading the way, walked quickly past the city gate with a somber expression and without uttering a word, so no one could laugh.

No one dared to go up and ask what was happening outside.

Keltia stood on the city wall, looking in the direction Lawrence had gone, the direction where the Iron Castle was located.