Death of the Silver Vulture

The two of them chatted, as there really weren't many people buying things from them. Goods in the Imperial City were very cheap. Logically, prices should have risen with the influx of refugees, but this was different from usual; it was a battle between merchants.

"Father, will those three children die?"

"Probably. They stole, and they're beggars from the gang. If they don't die, their hands will be chopped off."

"Can we save them?"

"Go to the monastery. Claire, the church and the monastery are very suitable for you. You are very kind." The man smiled and slowly sat back on the carriage frame.

Although the foot traffic was heavy tonight, their goods were not cheap. Even at nearly cost price, they were still hard to sell.

For just a few Oren, one could buy a loaf of bread. Between learning knowledge and bread, people would prioritize bread.

On the other side, Mel Carlo and the others had returned to the gang's compound. They had eaten well today and were in good spirits. A bath would allow them to sleep soundly.

"Hey, Chocolate, do you know who that Silver-haired Knight I met the other day was?" Akai asked the Chubby kid.

"Akai, I guess it might be Silver Vulture from the Edwin family. I heard that lord is a very kind person, different from other nobles. He's friendly to commoners and a very righteous person."

"Have you met him too?"

"No, I haven't, but I've heard of him. His master is the Sword Saint of the kingdom." Chocolate's expression was calm, and there was no hint of admiration when he said this. In his opinion, most of those noble knights were no different from scoundrels. Even the rumored friendly "Silver Vulture" might be trash behind the scenes.

He hated knights and the church because his parents died at the hands of those people. Seeing how Akai admired him, he decided not to say anything disheartening.

After this night passed, Mel Carlo returned to his state of diligent memorization, writing down everything he could recall in his mind onto paper, lest he forget it one day. It even recorded his entire transmigration process.

This was a fantasy world. If he were to be hit by some strange magic one day and forget everything, at least seeing this notebook would allow him to know his identity.

A week later, Mel Carlo stopped recording game content. He had written down everything he could think of for now, even content from derivative works. The remaining details would have to be added later whenever he thought of them, as his brain capacity was limited.

Akai was very happy today. It seemed news of victory in the Outland had returned. Although it wasn't a complete victory, a single successful battle was enough to boost morale.

The knight order that had gone on a campaign was due to return to the Imperial City today. Akai desperately wanted to witness the knights' demeanor.

"Mel, aren't you coming with us?" Akai still wanted to invite Mel to watch.

But Mel Carlo had finally finished writing his notes and just wanted to rest properly. Going out to feel the cold wind? He'd rather not.

"You guys go. Just tell me about it when you get back. Let me rest for a bit." Mel Carlo sat by the fireplace, his eyes slightly narrowed. He didn't want to think too much or move.

[Flying Blade], [Assassin's Breathing Technique], [Dagger Attack] were all at max proficiency now.

[Back Hop] Proficiency: 1601/10000

[Theft] Proficiency: 320/10000

Effort: 31807

There were still [Mighty Slash], [Cut], [Thrust], [Rising Uppercut]—four skills to choose from for practice. Since these were all upper body skills, they wouldn't conflict with other training.

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"Let's go see Master Anke," Mel Carlo said, yawning as he walked towards the second floor.

He pushed open the door and found the room empty, the stove only recently extinguished. "I didn't expect Master Anke to like joining the fun too."

There was no one left in the gang's compound now; it seemed he was the only one left here. It was rather boring.

Akai and the others had already rushed to the city gate. The roads on both sides were already crowded, but they were cordoned off by guards. The middle road could not be occupied because the knight order would pass through it.

There was no sound of music, only the whistling cold wind and the sound of quiet breathing. A few children poked their heads out from under the crowd and immediately sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Weren't they supposed to be celebrating a triumphant return? Why was it so quiet?

The vanguard members of the knight order were the first to enter the city. Following behind them was a carriage, pulling a huge stone with a sword, looking brand new, stuck straight into it.

"Is that the Sword in the Stone? I heard only the chosen warrior can pull the sword out."

"Wait." The person next to him suddenly widened their eyes because the carriage behind was carrying a corpse.

Silver hair was spread across the carriage. The once handsome face was now stained with blood, and the person's skin had no color. It was a cold corpse.

Finally, someone recognized it. "That's the Knight from the Edwin family! Oh my god, how could Lord Silver Vulture be dead?"

"Didn't they say they were just going to the Outland to retrieve the holy sword? And the Sword Saint even went, and he was the Sword Saint's disciple."

A commotion erupted in the crowd. Many women who admired Silver Vulture began to cry.

"The number of knights seems wrong." After the knight order entered the city, someone noticed the discrepancy in numbers; half the people were missing.

Was there only one corpse?

The members of the knight order kept their heads down, all more or less injured. Beside the Silver-haired Knight's corpse followed a somewhat weathered old man. The old man had a conspicuous cross-shaped scar near his eye. He was the empire's strongest Sword Saint, but his disciple was dead.

"Eugene!!! What happened! Why is Brother En dead! Didn't you say you would take good care of him?" The angry red-haired girl pushed through the crowd and angrily kicked the old man's head, knocking the old Sword Saint to the ground.

Her head of fiery red hair instantly attracted everyone's attention, but the old man didn't resist, allowing the red-haired girl to bite his arm.

Standing up again, the girl was still kicking and punching one of his legs, like an angry little lion.

The old man remained silent, finally clenching his fists, but couldn't stop his tears. "I'm sorry, Master didn't protect him well."

After a flurry of blows, the girl's strength seemed to weaken. "Why? Didn't you promise to protect Big Brother?"

The girl jumped onto the carriage and grabbed the Silver-haired Knight's hand, hoping her brother would respond as usual. But her brother was no longer warm, only cold.

Akai stood in the crowd, as if he had lost his soul. He could only watch from afar. The Knight he saw alive just a few months ago was now gone.

"Chocolate, is that girl from the Edwin family too? She looks so sad," Lily asked the Chubby beside her.

"I haven't heard of her, and that bright red hair is a bit scary," Chocolate said slowly.

Even if humans had red hair, it was usually a more natural color. This kind of bright red hair was typically only seen among the demon race, or perhaps mixed-bloods of humans and demons.

They weren't the only ones who thought this; many people shared the same belief because that's what they had been told their whole lives.

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