Inside a castle.
Garbage and leftover scraps were everywhere.
Wild laughter and miserable sobbing filled the corridors.
"Hahaha, only today did I learn what it means to live like a human being!" In the castle hall, a soldier draped in fine silk and wearing a golden crown laughed madly.
He held a pure-looking young male servant in his left arm and an elderly male servant in his right, drinking and celebrating.
"My lord has received God's grace. Of course you deserve all this," the elderly servant fawned, a glint of malice in his eyes.
A mud-legged peasant, a poor wretch who could never rise for thousands of years, had actually barged into Grand Duke Master's castle, seized his throne, and taken his women and men for himself! How terrifying! Relying on their strange abilities and immortal bodies, they had killed the brave Knights and frightened off the hired army.
Fortunately, someone had secretly told him that these people blessed by the gods were not truly immortal. They simply needed to be killed a few more times.
And he, Bauerte, would kill this hateful bastard for the noble Grand Duke, and welcome back the Grand Duke, the honorable madam, and the young ladies.
The soldier had not drunk himself into a stupor. He went to the castle's sleeping quarters, woke the soldiers sleeping inside, told them to stand watch, then went to sleep himself.
Their God-Given Team had more than a hundred and thirty people. They ate together, lived together, and enjoyed themselves together.
The Soldiers were not fools. Of course, they knew their one weakness.
After a few unlucky fellows had served as examples, they learned to follow military rules no matter when or where they were.
That meant having sentries while they slept, taking turns sleeping, and taking turns