Night fell once again, and the day's march quickly came to an end.
Unas and his men sat around the fire for dinner, a sumptuous and luxurious meal compared to the usual marching rations. He shared the dried meat and wine they had collected with everyone, and the vanguard members were as happy as if they were having a party—a perk that other teams didn't have.
During the daytime march, he had already introduced Beryl to the group. With this cheerful and outgoing Elf by their side, the group chatted and laughed, and their relationship quickly became much closer.
Gordon, however, remained gloomy and silent the entire way behind. It seemed that the damage caused by the Dreadguard's mental magic had not yet healed, and only time could erase this psychological trauma.
Unas doesn't actually like drinking much, but after tasting Azeroth's wine for the first time, he couldn't stop, drinking one glass after another, finding it increasingly delicious. Luckily, the wine has a low alcohol content, otherwise he would have passed out long ago.
Whitemane had only drunk a little wine, but he seemed slightly tipsy, his little face flushed and quite adorable. He spoke without restraint, "I've heard some rumors that you have some entanglement with a Dark Ranger. Is that true?"
So soon they're already Reckoning their rivals? Unas felt a little dizzy and could only mumble, "I guess so."
"I advise you to cut off all contact with her, or you'll definitely become a prime target of the Inquisition's investigation," the silver-haired prosecutor said gravely. "Associating with an Undead will be a stain on your path to promotion."
This is using public office for private gain, attacking a love rival! Unas fantasized and complained at the same time, "My luck with women is coming on so fast, what am I supposed to do?"
He originally thought he had absolutely no interest in corpses and that his attempts to please Enya Xingyu were merely to secure a favorable outcome in negotiations. However, after spending some time on the bridge, he actually began to develop feelings for her.
However, the two are separated by life and death and are on opposing sides, so there is little hope for a real development. But such feelings are more exciting. The saying "a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen one, and a stolen one is not as good as one that cannot be stolen" truly reveals the greed of human nature.
Faced with Whitemane's warning, Unas could only nod repeatedly, putting on the appearance of an obedient student.
The silver-haired female Priest smiled with satisfaction, "I'm learning Resurrection from you, so you're kind of my mentor. I'm doing this for your own good."
The phrase "I'm doing this for your own good" reminded Unas of his parents. He used to hate hearing that phrase, but now, hearing it and thinking of his parents whom he would never see again, his eyes welled up with tears.
"Don't be so touched," Whitemane misunderstood, and instead patted Unas's arm, comforting him, "I didn't expect you to be such a sentimental person."
Unas felt a tingling numbness in his arm from the caress, and all thoughts of his parents vanished.
This guy is such a loser. He gets so upset over being touched. He's such a pathetic loser and destined to be alone forever!
He steeled his resolve but didn't dare to turn back. Darian then said, "It's getting late, we should rest. We have to march early tomorrow."
The siblings helped each other away, leaving only Unas and Gordon by the campfire. It was getting late, and the soldiers at the surrounding campfires were gradually returning to their Tents to rest.
Gordon didn't drink; he claimed he had quit long ago. Unas looked at the silent, gloomy white-haired Knight and felt a little worried, but he had prepared a surprise for Gordon.
Unas took the red crystal sword out of his bag and handed it to Gordon: "Look what this is!"
"Firekiss!" Gordon exclaimed, a hint of expression finally appearing on his slate-faced expression.
He picked up his family heirloom sword and slowly stroked the intricate magic runes on its crystal blade. The joy of finding it again momentarily overshadowed the gloom in his heart.
"I got it after I killed the Dreadguard, and you never asked about it, so I thought you'd forgotten," Unas said, feigning reproach.
"I've never forgotten, but I feel ashamed to ask." Gordon lowered his eyes, his hand gripping the sword hilt turning white.
"What are you saying? This is your family heirloom sword; no one is more deserving of it than you."
Gordon turned the sword upside down, showing Unas the bottom of the hilt, where several characters were written. Unas curiously leaned closer, and the letters formed the word "wachter".
What does this mean?
"Guardians," Gordon explained, "This is the family motto of the Joseph family."
"But I realized I couldn't protect anything. If it weren't for your Resurrection, Darian would have been killed by my wrong orders, and not just Darian," Gordon, throwing away the Firekiss and clutching his face with both hands, his voice filled with anguish.
"Joe, Jella, Hal, and Hake were all killed because of my misjudgment, along with seven soldiers from the vanguard. It's as if Death is following me; I'm constantly causing the deaths of those around me. I'm a shameful loser!"
"That's not the right way to think. People always die in war. Victory and defeat are normal. No one can be invincible," Unas said, placing a hand on Gordon's shoulder to comfort him.
I never expected Gordon to feel so guilty. He had probably been silently bearing all the pressure inside, and this time the Dreadguard's mental magic was the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing this seemingly strong man to completely collapse.
Seeing Gordon's pained expression, Unas was at a loss and could only advise, "You need to rest and recover your strength; everything will be alright."
Gordon's intense emotions gradually subsided, and he released his hands, saying, "After returning to the Monastery, I plan to find a Holy Light Master to train with for a period of time. My attendance is enough to earn me a vacation."
"That's good, you really should take a good rest." Unas couldn't really help with the psychological issues, he could only hope that Gordon would get out of the gloom soon.
Gordon picked up Firekiss and looked at the demonic runes on the sword. "This sword has been haphazardly enchanted by demons. I'll find a way to purify it."
It seemed that showing his weakness in front of Unas made him uneasy. After saying this, Gordon stood up and hurriedly walked back to his Tent.
Only Unas remained by the fire, lamenting Gordon's unfortunate fate, when the demon's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, "I can help you."
Unas was startled and hurriedly looked around. Only when he saw that no one was around did he feel relieved. Bessarius had been silent all day and had almost forgotten about this demon.
Unas subconsciously hoped that the existence of the Dreadlord was a nightmare, and tried to brainwash himself into thinking that it didn't exist. However, this demon was a threat that could not be ignored at all.
A Dreadlord who had killed him offers to help him? Isn't that like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken?
"What can you do to help me?" Since I can't ignore it, I'll just give you a perfunctory response.
"Anything."
The Dreadlord probably won't blush; he's exaggerating to the heavens. If you were truly so omnipotent, why would you be trapped inside my body?
"For example?" Anyway, bragging is free, so let's see how far you can go with your bragging.
"Like your worried friend, Joseph Gordon, and the woman you want, Sally Whitemane." Bessarius rattled off these names, getting straight to the point.
It's likely that it's been eavesdropping on the outside world from inside Unas's body, which is why it's so familiar with the people around him.
Unas felt a chill run down his spine. Wouldn't this demon be able to know everything he did from now on?