Of course, in the end, the Court Earl never produced the Baron's reward.
Because his clever Butler had found a few cheap dancing girls and gotten those clever Soldiers drunk.
When the Soldiers woke up, they found themselves tightly bound and delivered inside a city gate.
An Old Man with an aged face was watching them from afar. He wore a heavy crown and a luxurious sheepskin robe, with a long beard hanging down.
The Old Man was furious. Holding a scepter, he kept shouting something at the people around him.
They were quite far apart, with roughly twenty people's worth of distance between them.
At that moment, the Court Earl they were somewhat familiar with walked over and conveyed the Old Man's command. "Commoners, tell the great King Harry III how you stole divine power! Such power should only be inherited by the royal family!"
"Th-this was given to us by the divine envoy. Lord Divine Envoy came down from the sky, glowing all over, and tapped our heads with his scepter. That was how we gained this power." The cleverest among the clever fellows was the first to react.
"No, the divine envoy turned us green with a ball of green light, and only then did we gain this power." The second soldier corrected him.
"That's right, what you said is correct." The third soldier said to the second.
The cleverest soldier sighed. These pig teammates were impossible to carry.
They all looked clever, but cleverness came in different levels.
He had said that to emphasize that he had been remembered by the divine envoy, making the noble lords wary of him.
But what these fellows said made it easy to think they were merely Ordinary People among countless others who had received divine power, nothing special.
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