Decision

Allen continued to spout nonsense, not caring if Wood believed him or not; he believed it himself.

After taking a sip of water to moisten his throat, Allen continued his nonsensical talk. "Barbarians, are they really good-tempered people? Seeing your subordinates draw their weapons, you took care of them in a flash. We even had to go up and break it up, otherwise, you wouldn't even have two left to catch their breath. Dream on."

Wood initially wanted to retort that those two gasping for breath were practically crippled, but the words died on his lips, and he reluctantly changed his tune. "But this is Outpost County, not the wilderness ruled by barbarians. They're too arrogant to dare attack Faith Guardian Knights."

"Give me a break, stop pretending. Faith Guardian Knights?" Allen pointed at Sakre. "Sakre, recognize him? He's no less noble than your bunch of crooked gourds, and he's even a Count. He went up to break it up, but he still lost a front tooth and had a patch of hair plucked out. All because this kid here helped your dead knights gang up on them, and the barbarians dealt with them. He hasn't even complained."

Sakre fled, covering his face...

Wood didn't know what to say. He couldn't imagine how chaotic the fight must have been, with four well-trained Faith Guardian Knights, two barbarians who fought year-round, plus a high-level Qi Warrior. A front tooth was knocked out, and what kind of martial skill involved plucking hair?

Although a voice in his heart told him Allen was pure nonsense, he had no idea how to refute it. Besides, Sakre's speech did have a slight lisp.

Seeing that Wood's angry expression had vanished, Allen clapped his hands.

Big Babylon and Little Zack swaggered over from a distance. A young Faith Guardian Knight behind Wood, clearly a hothead, instantly drew his sword, looking wary.

Allen, as if kicking his own lazy dog, immediately kicked the Faith Guardian Knight over. Ignoring Wood's angry look, he said, "Still haven't learned your lesson, have you? Haven't learned your lesson."

Sakre's sycophant pointed his sword at the humiliated Faith Guardian Knight without any burden. You ungrateful wretch, our master was about to kill your lord, and you still dare to be arrogant.

Wood frowned. You're really disrespecting me, kid. This is my subordinate, you can't just kick him around.

To save face, Wood cleared his throat. "Don't forget your identity, Lord Allen. Faith Guardian Knights dedicate their lives to the Holy Father. You can't just kick them over at the slightest disagreement."

Allen rolled his eyes. "Are your subordinates knights or turtles? They flip over just like that?" After speaking, he gave Little Zack a look...

Little Zack, very cleverly, recalled what Allen had just taught him and walked up to Wood, sniffling. "I, Son of Bloodhoof, we came from thousands of miles away to witness the Overgod. Is this the attitude you have?"

Wood looked at Little Zack, who was half a head taller than him. It was the first time he had heard that the Overgod could be "witnessed." Still, he instinctively said, "May the Holy Father bless you, far-off wild, far-off barbarians."

Little Zack pointed to Big Babylon behind him, who had an expressionless face and obvious violent traits, and said arrogantly, "This is my guard, the undisputed number one warrior of our barbarian tribe, Big Babylon."

Big Babylon snorted.

Wood was stunned. There really were two barbarians. Especially the one called Big Babylon, with his powerful muscles and terrifying scars all over his body, clearly a seasoned elite barbarian warrior.

Moreover, the two barbarians kept looking at Allen, as if taking their cues from him.

Could this guy be telling the truth? Wood looked at Allen with a complicated expression.

Allen tugged at Wood's sleeve and pulled him aside, whispering, "Do you know what they represent?"

"Represent what?"

"A raise, a promotion, a comeback against the rich and handsome, marrying a beautiful and wealthy woman."

Wood was completely bewildered.

Allen kindly reminded him, "The son of a Chieftain and the wilderness's number one warrior, inspired by Outpost County's Lord Wood, follow Saintess Dina towards the embrace of the Holy Father. Understand?"

Wood had no choice but to believe now. He realized that ever since he got on Allen's pirate ship, things were getting more and more thrilling.

Both of them knew that Dina's belief in the Overgod was pure nonsense, just a temporary measure, and they had gone with it.

Old Wood was also a profiteer. Because of Dina's matter, he had already tasted the benefits. Being promoted to Cardinal was just a matter of time.

It was like forcing a good woman into prostitution; after the first time, all psychological burdens were gone, and the second time became natural. The mindset changed very quickly.

Looking at Allen's knowing expression, Wood chuckled twice, having completely forgotten about the two dead Faith Guardian Knights.

Seeing that Wood had finally gotten with the program, Allen asked, "Heh heh, those four Faith Guardian Knights..."

"Serves them right!" Wood said, regretting their lack of ambition. "What kind of way is that to act? What were they here for? To witness, no, to seek the light of the Overgod and the Holy Father. How could they draw swords? They deserve to die."

"You're on the right track!" Allen gave Wood a look that said, You're so sensible.

"By the way, you need to appease these two barbarians. I'll have to report it later."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Wood left contentedly, his mind already pondering whether he should spend some money to ask the merchant groups in Outpost County if they could find some exotic slaves and give them a little training. When the Archbishop of the Southwest Diocese arrived, he could at least put on a good show.

Sakre looked at Wood's retreating back and then resentfully at Allen. "I really don't need your so-called pledge of allegiance. I've disliked that old guy for a long time."

Allen shook his head.

Sakre said disappointedly, "Don't regret it. He only has one Faith Guardian Knight with him now. It'll be harder to deal with him in a couple of days."

Old Laixi walked over, smiling. "Sakre, don't worry. Allen will let you travel with him. I've decided, it's better to seek a glimmer of hope that may not even exist than to kill for the church."

Allen couldn't be bothered with the father and son. Seeing the candlelight in Dina's room, he sighed softly.

He wasn't stupid, and he had never expected to actually find Dina's mother someday.

But when Dina cried and said, "I miss Mother!" he couldn't refuse.

He knew Dina wasn't asking for anything, just innocently expressing her purest thoughts, never even expecting a response.

But Allen knew he couldn't just muddle along like this anymore.

In his previous life, he had muddled through at home, through school, through the army, through overseas security companies, and then muddled his way into another world.

Training, killing, killing, training. Allen was already tired of it, but how could he change?

After arriving in this new world, he had initially intended to continue muddling along. Why not? Help the weak and punish the strong? Uphold justice? Save the world? That was Ultraman's job.

Allen felt he had done something incredibly right today: giving Dina hope, a hope with infinitely possible futures, even if the path had no end.

He had already decided to take Dina out of the small Outpost County and embark on the journey to find her mother.

Just seeing the smile on Dina's face, Allen knew that this kind maid believed implicitly in her young master. If her young master said he could find her mother, he definitely could. So, as usual, Dina returned to her room, drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with beautiful aspirations for the future.

Sitting on a stone bench in the small garden, Allen would always find his gaze inexplicably drawn to the red moon in the sky.

The old butler sighed, sat down beside him, and said wistfully, "Are you really prepared to take Nana to find her mother?"

Allen nodded.

"That's good!" The old butler seemed relieved.

Allen looked at the old butler and asked, confused, "What do you mean, 'that's good'?"

The old butler paused, tapping his cane. "If you had said you were lying to Nana, I was prepared to break both your legs first."

Allen shrugged and rolled his eyes. "I don't know who's the master and who's the butler between us."

"Heh heh." The old butler stood up. "I'll go arrange things with those two barbarians. They mean no harm; I can tell. Oh, and you know, it's true that when honest people lie, it's hard for anyone to suspect them."

"Mhm! Yeah, when old people lie, their success rate is the highest." Allen grinned at the old butler, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

Allen thought that if the old butler were to lie down in the middle of the market square, he would surely earn a lot in a day.