Contradictions of the Carlos Era

"There was no such thing. The beastmen only had leaders for each tribe; they had no emperor like humans did." The white bear-man shook his head.

Still, this was to be expected. After all, by the time the story had been passed down ten thousand years later, it had long been severely distorted. Naturally, the beastmen would embellish it according to their own system.

Different tribes had different ways of keeping records.

Now it seemed that the legendary beastman emperor was most likely a figure created by combining a certain beastman tribe's great chieftain with some of Carlos's deeds.

"Good luck, then. How far is the nearest human city from here?"

"Follow the river south, cross the mountains, and once you see the plains, you'll find some human cities. Are you going to a human city?"

"Yes." Mel did not intend to explain further. This fellow was level 80; whether he killed him or not did not matter much.

If this was truly the past, he had better not become too deeply entangled in it. The best outcome would be to meet Carlos without anyone noticing.

"Should I wear a mask? That way, at least my appearance won't show up in this era." Mel suddenly thought of this. If he wore a mask, then even if he traveled through this era, his face would not be preserved for later generations.

Carlos's appearance had been passed down to later ages through crystal portraits.

At least until he found a way to return, he should interfere with the development of this era as little as possible.

Just as Mel had walked some distance away, the white bear-man caught up with him again.

"My lord, can't you join us in resisting Carlos?"

"My advice is to set aside your arrogance and try to