Wearing black silk for a foreign woman

"They probably want to join you." Thrall said as a matter of course, carrying the totem pole. "What should we do? Should we accept them?"

"... Let's drive them away first." Linde hesitated and said, "The location of our camp cannot be exposed. We can't take them there. If they really want to surrender... after the battle, let them go to New Dundalk."

Thrall nodded, left the team, and went to meet the beastmen who were following behind. These beastmen were all lions, six in number, and they looked somewhat similar.

"Stop, fellow lions." Seeing Thrall coming, the lion beasts also stopped and waited for Thrall's arrival. "You have followed us for so long, what is your purpose?"

"We want to surrender to His Majesty the Beast King." The older-looking lion beastman who had spoken to Linde spoke up.

"As expected." Thrall nodded, as he thought. "Let me correct you first. Mr. Linde has not been crowned as the Beast King. You can call him Lord Linde, or... His Highness the Son of God."

"No, he is our Beast King." The lion beast man said with a firm look in his eyes.

"It's up to you then." Thrall smiled. "Your Beastmaster has ordered you not to come any closer. If you really want to surrender, you can report to New Dundalk after the war is over."

"I have conveyed your king's orders. Goodbye." After saying this, Thrall turned around and left to chase the main force. The lion beasts did not move forward either, but stayed where they were.

"Sister, what should we do now?" A younger lion beastman asked.

"We must obey your majesty's orders." The oldest lion beastman said firmly. "Follow your majesty's orders. When the war is over, we will go to New Dundalk for refuge. Before that, we must find a way on our own."

"How is it, Grandpa Sal, did they agree?" Lind asked Sal after Sal came back.

"They didn't catch up with us, so they must have agreed." Sal replied.

Lind nodded and turned to look over. The lion beastmen did as Thrall said. They did not move forward, but stayed where they were and watched Lind and his party leave.

The one standing in the front looks familiar no matter how I look at him.

"Mr. Sal." After hesitating for a moment, Lind asked the question in his mind. "I don't know if I'm overthinking it, but does the leader look familiar to you?"

"Hmm? Have you seen her?"

"No." Linde frowned and glanced at the surrounding pig beastmen and rabbit beastmen. "Forget it, it's nothing."

Linde was just a little suspicious about the identity of the lion beastman. As for why he didn't say it out loud, it was because he was surrounded by a group of rabbit beastmen and pig beastmen. He was loyal, but too loyal. If his groundless judgment was heard by them, they might turn around and chop the person to death.

Taking the prisoners, Lind and his party returned to the temporary camp.

Chapter 422: The Tight-lipped Knight

Lind led the beastman troops and returned to the temporary camp along the original route. All the beastmen were in high spirits, talking and laughing.

This is normal. After all, they won the battle. No one on their side was killed or even injured. The only loss was an Elisa rifle.

The whole team was filled with joy, with the only exception being the leading knight. After his defense magic was broken, he was gang-raped by ten muscular sows over two meters tall, and was beaten into a pig's head. Now he was tied up, carried on a crude stretcher, and paraded back like a parade.

The knight woke up on the road and found himself captured. After realizing that suicide was hopeless, the knight looked desperate, refused to drink a drop of water, said nothing, and even urinated in his pants.

Linde also tried to ask something from the knight, but no matter what Linde said, the knight did not respond. He just glared at Linde with murderous eyes as if he was the enemy who killed his wife.

If looks could kill, then Linde... wouldn't be a big deal. Anyway, Linde didn't believe he could come up with any tricks.

After walking for almost three days, Linde and his party returned to the temporary camp. The people in the camp warmly welcomed Linde and his party's return, and then Linde started working immediately without a break.

"Fenrir, please go back to New Dundalk and give this letter to the lady." In the main tent, Lind handed a written letter to Fenrir. "The new weapon is very effective, but there are still flaws. I have written the details inside, and she will read it herself."

"Bring a few more wolves and bring all the guns that have been made. It would be best if everyone has one."

"Yes." Fenrir nodded, took the letter, and stuffed it directly into his shirt, keeping it close to his skin, then turned and left the main tent.

"Faith, is the prisoner locked up?"

“It’s already closed.”

"Okay then. We must keep a close watch on him and don't let him escape. Also, call Fran over."

"Okay, I got it." Faith nodded and walked out.

Ranna sat aside, watching Lind give orders. After the battle was over, Ranna asked with interest, "Did you win?"

"Your question is a bit redundant." Linde smiled. "You should ask how much you won."

"All the beastmen have returned, and they have even captured a knight..." Ranna thought for a moment, then asked in disbelief. "Were they completely wiped out?"

"Yes, they were all wiped out, not a single one escaped." Lind slammed the table. "Our people are safe and sound!"

"This is amazing!" Even though she was mentally prepared for this result, Ranna was still very shocked.

"Let's not talk about me. What happened when I was away?" Linde asked back.

"Please look at the sand table." Ran Na pointed directly at the sand table.

Lind looked at the sand table, and then...

"Divide the troops again?" Linde was stunned.

"Perhaps due to the excessive pressure of food, Jiyang IX divided his troops." Ranna replied. "Unlike the previous team, this time it was almost split in half, and the two Holy Grail Knights also separated."

Did they split into teams? Linde touched his chin. If you think about it from another perspective, the other side is doing it in a conventional way, and it also puts more pressure on the team.

Just as Lind was stroking his beardless chin and thinking, Fran arrived.

"Your Highness, are you looking for me?" The charming fox shaman changed into the emerald green Earth Goddess uniform again, lifted the door curtain and walked in.

"I called you here because I have something to ask of you," Lind said.

"What's going on? Is it a new investigation? Or are there new additions to the scriptures?"

"Interrogating the prisoners."

"...Ah?" Fran was stunned. Not only Fran, but also Ranna was stunned.

"I brought back a captive, a knight of Batoran," Lind explained. "I have important questions to ask him, but on the way back, I tried to get him, but he was totally uncooperative and kept his mouth shut, so I wanted you to give it a try."

"Let me try?" Fran was confused. "Sir, I am just a shaman of the Earth Mother Goddess. I don't know how to interrogate!"

"Sir, ordinary torture will not work on the knights of Batoran." Ranna also agreed. "If you really want to get something out of the knight, you should find a magician who is proficient in the spirit, or..."

"Or what?"

"Or... a nun from the Divine Emperor Church." After a pause, Ran Na said.

"Ah?" Lind was stunned for a moment, then reacted. The Sisters of War were indeed experts in interrogation, especially the Sisters of Medicine, who were said to be particularly good at making the enemy suffer a great deal of pain.

"Did you learn it secretly again?" Linde asked.

"Yes." Ranna nodded.

"It's not impossible to ask the Sister of War to come over, but it would take too long to go back and forth." Linde rejected the question. "Flan, you should try it."

"...Your Highness, why do you think I would interrogate you?" Fran said with dead eyes.

"Weren't you a Chaos Shaman before? Don't the evil gods have any torture techniques? Torture and pain and all that."

"Your Highness!" Fran was so anxious that her tail was raised. "That's a thing of the past! I have converted to the Mother Earth Goddess!"

"So there really isn't one?"

"No! I forgot if I had one!" Fran said firmly. "Sir, please don't ask!"

"Okay then, I won't force you."

Fran bowed angrily and was about to leave. When she reached the door of the tent, she suddenly thought of something and turned back.

"What? Are you pregnant?" Lind asked.

"Yes." Fran nodded. "But it's not the evil god's trick. I thought of other ways."

"any solution?"

"Take me to see the prisoners first."

Soon, Linde took Fran to the place where the prisoners were held, and Ranna followed.

Two sows were standing guard outside the tent where the prisoners were held. A group of three walked in and saw the knight tied to a stretcher.

When the three people came in, the knight took a look at them and then continued to stare upwards with an expressionless face.

"That's him." Linde looked at Fran. "Do you have any solution?"

"Yeah." Fran did not answer immediately, but observed the knight's appearance first. After confirming that he was still conscious, she showed an evil smile.

"Wait a moment, I'll go find some help." Fran said mysteriously, then turned and walked out.

"I'll give you one last chance. Cooperate quickly, or you'll be in trouble." Although he didn't know what Fran was going to do, Lind still bluffed, which earned him a scornful smile from the knight.

"I'm back." After a while, Fran came back with the little white ferret Schnee.

Chapter 423: Incense

"Is this the solution you mentioned!?"

"Yup!"

"Just lock people up in there and smoke them like this!?"

"That's right, Your Highness, just wait here. Believe me, it won't take long."

There was no one within a radius of fifty meters in the tent where the knight was imprisoned. Heart-wrenching screams as if someone was being beaten were coming from the tent. The sound was so tragic that everyone in the camp had looks of fear and confusion.

Everyone, including the two sows who were originally standing guard at the door to watch over the captives, stayed away from the tent with a look of fear on their faces.

It wasn't that the sows had deserted their post. As long as it was the Son of God's order, even if they were told to die, any hesitation for even a second would be disloyal to the Son of God. They were now staying away from the tent because it was the Son of God's order.

But to be honest, even without the order from the Son of God, the sows probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long, because the power of the spirit has its limits, just like it's impossible for a person to suffocate himself to death by holding his breath. If he holds his breath to a certain degree, he will faint, and then his breathing will automatically switch to automatic mode.

The culprit who caused all this is now sitting in Lin De's arms.

The little ferret Schnee looks like a human girl entering puberty. Since Schnee has no memory of her time as a Chaos Beastman, she doesn't know when her birthday is, nor how old she is. However, in just half a year, Schnee's appearance has changed a lot.

From the beginning, she was a cute little girl with white hair, and she became... still cute little girl with white hair. However, the word "loli" was about to be removed, which made Linde sigh at the power of growth. It only took one night for a girl to complete the transformation. Schnee's body became a little bigger, but still much smaller than Linde, so she could sit directly in Linde's arms.

The same action, the same posture, made Linde a little timid, and even the expressions of the people around him seemed a little strange.

The reason is simple, who would have thought that the cute little ferret, which is enough to make all the aunties scream when they see her, could suddenly fart with such a powerful force!

"How long do we have to wait?" The screams in the tent continued. Lind picked his ear with his little finger and asked Fran.

"Wait a little longer. An hour will be enough." Fran had a strange smile on her face, as if she was not the shaman of the Earth Mother Goddess, but a chaos shaman serving the evil god. "According to my experience, about an hour will be enough."

"Have you done this before?!" Lind's eyes widened instantly.

"Your Highness, you know that I can perform animal magic, right? In fact, in addition to wild beasts, I have also tried other things. Your Highness, do you know?"

"I know. You've fucked someone." Lind said expressionlessly.

"Um...hahaha." Fran blushed, and laughed off the meaningful looks from the two cows and the jealous looks from the sows. "Anyway, when I was a Chaos Shaman, I once studied whether I could control other things, such as beastmen and humans, and then I thought of incense."

"You know the beastman's incense, right? Then I tried a lot of different recipes, all kinds of herbs, secretions and so on, and then I was relieved that the weasel's stinky liquid seemed to work. I mixed the stinky liquid with the herbs, and then a little..."

"If you dare to do this in New Dundalk, I will kill you immediately." Lind looked at Fran and said in a tone of determination.

Ranna was very surprised to hear her lord and the shaman discussing the evil god without hesitation. In the folks of Batoran, the existence of the evil god was strictly forbidden to be discussed. How could she know about it or accidentally overhear it from the knight's ears? Here, they could discuss it openly without hesitation! ?

The future female knight, the current village girl doesn’t know yet, because of the relationship between the Beastmen and the Chaos God, in New Dundalk, the existence of the God of Chaos is public and not a secret that cannot be told, at least to the Beastmen.

The knight in the tent was still screaming, and Linde felt a little sympathetic when he heard it. The culprit, Schnee, had no idea what she was sitting on, and sat obediently in Linde's arms.

Looking down at Schnee's white hair and a pair of cute animal ears, Lind made two decisions in his mind. First, treat Schnee's stinky fluid as a weapon of mass destruction, and second, never let Schnee ride on his face in the future. If she was too excited and sprayed, it would be fatal.

"Is it almost done?" After a while, there was no movement from the knight in the tent. Fearing that the knight would be suffocated to death, Lind asked.

"Almost done." Fran nodded. "You can go and have a look now."

After saying that, Fran walked over first, and then found that no one followed her.

"What are you..."

"Go open the curtains first to ventilate the room." Linde said with a smile.

Fran came over with a speechless look on her face and lifted the door curtain. The moment she lifted it, the smell in the entire camp suddenly increased by several orders of magnitude.

As expected of a fox, it has a strong smell and can tolerate this kind of smell, Linde thought.

Because it was incense, the smell dissipated quickly, and after a while, the smell in the surrounding air decreased a lot.

Lind took the lead and walked over. When passing by Fran, Lind suddenly thought of something. He remembered that the smell of fox was quite strong. Why didn't Fran have this kind of biological weapon?

Where are the scent glands of foxes located? Under the arms? There doesn't seem to be anything special there.