Juvah could feel the tip of the spear’s blade piercing his skin.
The Elite Knight pulled back his spear and lowered his head at the young man who had just spoken.
Step. Step. Step. Step.
Juvah raised his head. He finally got a clearer look at the face of their main target. He was much younger than he had thought, but his dignity was overflowing.
“Answer my question and I will give you a swift death.” Alaric stared deeply at him.
Hearing this, Juvah’s lips curved upward to form a mocking grin. “Piss off!”
“You insolent fool!”
Warrick roared at the mercenary leader.
Alaric raised his hand, stopping Warrick from saying anything.
Alaric opened his mouth and muttered in a cold voice. “I know that you are a follower of Agnus.”
Juvah’s smile stiffened.
Alaric continued. “According to ‘His’ teachings, the souls of the warriors who die in battle will be welcomed in Xifos and live forever with ‘Him’…”
“If you answer my questions, I will gladly send you to Xifos, but if you don’t cooperate with me, I will take you back with us and make sure that you don’t die!”
“No! Kill me! Kill me!” Juvah was agitated by his words.
To the warriors who followed Agnus’s teachings, there was nothing more humiliating than being granted mercy.
They also believed that Agnus would only accept the souls of those who died in battle, while those who died of different causes would become an evil spirits with no hope of reincarnating again.
“I’ll do it! I’ll do anything you ask! I will answer your question!” Juvah was terrified of the thought of turning into an evil spirit.
“Very well.” Alaric nodded, looking pleased by his response.
“Who hired your group?” Alaric stared deeply at the mercenary who had lost his composure.
Juvah’s face turned dark as he responded. “It’s Liam Paxley! It was him!” His voice was filled with anger.
“So it’s really him…” Alaric muttered with narrowed eyes. He had already expected Liam’s involvement to a certain extent and the mercenary’s words confirmed his suspicions.
He sent Warrick a knowing look.
Sensing his gaze, Warrick lifted his spear and slashed it down.
Whoosh!
Juvah’s decapitated head flew into the air, while the headless body collapsed to the ground in its own pool of blood.
Alaric glanced at the carriage and saw a small number of corpses around it. He guessed that they were probably killed by Bernard’s group during the battle.
He then went inside the carriage to check Elena’s situation.
When he entered the carriage, he saw a terrified girl hugging her legs, her hair was disheveled like an abandoned child.
“Elena, are you hurt?” He hurried to her side and inspected her body carefully.
The girl was shivering, but she didn’t have any injuries. The arrows failed to penetrate the carriage’s durable walls.
“I-I’m fine, my lord,” Elena replied weakly. Her eyes scanned his body and she felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw his wounds.
“My lord, you’re hurt!”
Alaric gently smiled as he caressed her face. “It’s alright. They are just shallow wounds.” He muttered reassuringly.
“Let me help you dress your wounds! They might fester if we leave them be.” She rose to her feet and searched for the medicine box that she had brought with her, but she couldn’t find it properly because of her trembling hands.
Seeing this, Alaric felt guilty. “I’m sorry, Elena. I shouldn’t have brought you here.”
The little girl remained silent.
After rummaging through the items, Elena finally found the medicine box.
She turned around and carefully grabbed his injured hand. She then opened the medicine box and started cleaning his wounds. “You don’t need to apologize, my lord. It wasn’t your fault. It was because of you and the warriors that I’m unharmed so stop blaming yourself, okay?”
She glanced fiercely at him which made him chuckle in amusement.
While she was bandaging his wounds, Alaric opened the cyan screen.
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Mission Complete!
You received 200 Battle Points, 40 EXP, 5 Stat Points
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Alaric Silversword [Knight] EXP: 369/500
Potential: B
Traits: Horseback Riding (C), Swordsmanship (SSS), Close Combat (C), Archery (F), Hunting (E), Tracking (F), Sixth Sense (F)
Strength: 100
Stamina: 34+
Agility: 43+
Vitality: 27+
Endurance: 42+
Mana: 13+
Battle Points: 2540
Stat Points: 32
(Requirements for next advancement: 500 EXP, 100 in all attributes, and 5000 Battle Points)
He was already over half his EXP requirement and he had even reached the halfway mark of his battle points requirement.
My EXP and Battle Points are already at the halfway mark, but my stats are barely moving. At this rate, it would take me a year before I can advance to the next realm.
I need to find a way to trigger more missions. That’s the only way for me to speed up my progress.
He noticed that missions would only appear when he was faced with unique circumstances. For instance, a mission appeared this time because they were attacked by a bandit group.
If missions are only triggered during unique situations, why did I not trigger one when we last went to the Red Toad Gorge to find the Dragon Tail Ferns?
Alaric rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
He was slowly learning how the cyan screen worked, but there were still some things that he couldn’t understand.
Maybe the situation at the Red Toad Gorge didn’t fulfill a certain requirement to be classified as a mission.
Alaric tried to come up with an answer, but he only ended up having more questions which made his head hurt from all the thinking.
Let’s take it slow.
The next major event is the orc invasion which would happen within two years. I still have plenty of time to prepare for that day. I just hope that the orc invasion won’t happen earlier than it did in my past life.
This was what he was worried about.
If the things he knew in his past life deviate too much, then his plans would be affected.