Inertia Kills People

However, regardless of what the adventurers and mercenaries in the tavern thought, the kings and lords of various countries seemed to have taken this prophecy very seriously.

Juan also stated that Duke Alma seemed very concerned about this prophecy, even explicitly ordering that any information related to the 'Child of Prophecy' needed to be delivered to him.

Li Ang could understand the mindset of the current ruling class—if the so-called prophecy was true, it would mean a reshuffling of the continent, and the current kings and lords would likely not fare well...

And if the prophecy was false, it still needed close attention to prevent ambitious individuals from causing trouble under the guise of the 'Child of Prophecy'.

To the ruling class, any disturbance was related to politics.

"So, within your organization, you think this bounty might be related to this prophecy?"

Li Ang seemed to understand the reason.

"...No, it's not just that... It seems the last princess of the Old Pendor Kingdom over a hundred years ago had black hair and black eyes—and it's said she fled the Pande Continent when the kingdom fell. Of course, this is just our speculation..."

Juan gestured and explained haltingly.

This speculation was quite plausible.

If it was related to the Old Pendor royal family, combined with Madigan's Prophecy, then this bounty hunt could be understood.

The current kingdoms on the Pande Continent were all built on the ruins of the Old Pendor Kingdom, especially the Lionheart Kingdom.

They would spare no effort in eradicating any existing bloodline of the Old Pendor royal family.

This kind of dangerous 'flag' that could shake the foundation of their rule could only be killed without letting any go.

Lyon Griffin's parents, the knight who refused to mention the name of the knight order, and the noblewoman who never spoke of the past, might indeed have some connection to the Old Pendor bloodline.

But Li Ang didn't really care about this—no citizen of the Celestial Dynasty would care about such things.

To Li Ang, claims of bloodline were quite boring. After all, if the people of the Celestial Dynasty intended to seriously trace their bloodlines, almost everyone could trace their lineage back to some great emperor or a true legendary hero.

Any one of those ancestors would be enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods.

Compared to the so-called prophecy and bloodline, Li Ang actually cared more about those supernatural powers—it seemed that all legends related to the Child of Prophecy were accompanied by some strange occurrences.

For example, the human skin like a cicada's molt that he had personally seen.

"You just said it might also be related to the Bloody Plague?"

Li Ang continued to press.

Juan nodded hesitantly: "The Pendor Kingdom collapsed because of the Red Death, everyone on the continent knows... Some say it was brought by the Noldo Elves. But strangely, people with black hair and black eyes never contract the Red Death! So... but this is a guess from others in the organization, I'm just repeating what I heard."

The Bloody Plague was the official name for the Red Death, which also had another name—the Bloody Calamity.

Li Ang estimated it to be a very virulent infectious disease, perhaps similar to the plague. It was said that the Pande Continent lost at least half of its population due to the Red Death 150 years ago.

And this disease was still incurable to this day.

In this era, such a terrible infectious disease would naturally be imbued with a mystical aura, and in various legends, it was associated with demons and alien species like the Noldo Elves.

Sarah, standing nearby, also nodded: "Compared to the cities in the center of the continent, the Duchy of Dexia had far fewer people infected with the Red Death... I hadn't noticed it before, but now that he mentions it, it does seem to be the case. Are people with black hair and black eyes blessed by the gods?"

The hammer in Li Ang's hand was finally lowered.

He understood the reason why this body was being hunted.

But his mood became even heavier—this was a reason that was almost impossible to resolve.

Different races indeed had different resistance to certain specific diseases. Combined with different environments, sanitary conditions, and habits, it was possible for some people not to contract certain infectious diseases, which Li Ang found normal.

However, in this ignorant Middle Ages, in an era when most doctors were no different from butchers, people only looked at things based on superficial characteristics and then imbued them with special mystical concepts.

Such as bloodline, destiny, or gods and demons.

And any one of these was an inherent concept that could not be resolved.

Thinking of the possibility of carrying such a pursuit for life, Li Ang lost the interest to speak for a moment. He ignored Juan, who was looking at him expectantly on the ground, and turned to walk towards the now quiet battlefield.

But he hadn't walked far when the sounds of begging for mercy and screams from behind startled him.

He looked back and saw that Sarah had ended Juan's life with her sword!

Sarah, with a blank expression, wiped her long sword and walked over. Killing a defenseless person did not seem to be a sin in her eyes.

Li Ang frowned deeply: "Sarah, why did you kill him?"

Sarah did not put on her usual smile this time, but said calmly and seriously: "My lord, in your eyes, he was probably just a pitiful captive... However, during my time in Lion City alone, as far as I know, he had wronged more than a dozen girls... Such scum should not exist in this world. Moreover, my lord, the people of the Crimson Brotherhood will show you no mercy."

Li Ang covered his face and let out a deep breath.

This cold and ruthless 'Vixen' was the true Sarah.

If she didn't have a ruthless heart, how could she have traveled alone on this dangerous continent until now.

"You're right, Sarah. But I mean, we could have sold him as a slave... This pretty boy looks good, and he's a noble, he should be quite valuable..."

Li Ang appeared to be in great distress—he didn't care whether this old scoundrel lived or died, but he was a captive now, and he was money...

What a shame!

Sarah looked at Li Ang with some bewilderment, her eyes clearly viewing him as a creature with an IQ below the human average.

"My lord, you intend to sell a member of the Crimson Brotherhood... to the slave traders of the Crimson Brotherhood?"

Hiss...

"Hah!"

Most slave traders are members of the Crimson Brotherhood...

This is very different from the game—in the game, any prisoner of war can be sold to slave traders in taverns, and the traders accept anyone. But reality isn't that convenient!

Old habits die hard...

Juan is a minor leader in the Crimson Brotherhood in Lion City, and he might even have some fame. If I were to sell him back to the Crimson Brotherhood's slave traders, it wouldn't be a clever move, it would be suicidal...

"Um... Sarah, I mean, Juan is the person in charge of this camp... I originally had many brilliant plans I could have used..."

Li Ang awkwardly covered his forehead, finding an excuse to cover up his foolishness.

"But, my lord, you never intended to take over this camp... I don't believe you plan to stay here and face Grand Duke Alma's wrath directly... Or, are you planning to go to the northern grasslands to challenge Gatu's army alone?"

Sarah saw right through the prideful lord.