Ward Village

As a researcher of the Spirit World, Sulu has seen many kinds of Evil Spirit.

The Headless Spirit was merely frightening in appearance; it hadn't even reached the level of a first-tier [Necro-Spirit], and couldn't move him in the slightest.

What Sulu really cared about was the information emanating from the other person.

"Humans... this means that humans still exist in this world, which is a great thing!"

"Judging from his clothes, he appeared to have been a poor person before his death... and the productivity of this world must have been extremely low..."

"Being beheaded... proves it's not safe. Whether killed by a sheriff or in a revenge killing, it shows that the human world is also full of war and slaughter..."

Sulu's spirit silently gazed at the Headless Spirit opposite him, then suddenly spoke, "In the name of... Sulu Potter! I command you to obey me!"

Tell me! Your name and the cause of your death!

His rank allows him to command these lower-ranking spirits.

This natural suppression of status will not change even if the world or the Spirit World changes!

"Bib... bi... ge..."

The Headless Spirit, carrying the severed head, made a sound, seemingly having not spoken for a long time, and it stammered.

A light shone in its lifeless eyes, allowing Sulu to perceive a scene:

The cold, damp ground, the blood-stained guillotine, the distant snow-capped mountains, the nearby guards and crowds...

A middle-aged man's voice echoed in my ears:

"In the name of Leonard Mitis, Duke of Wolf Castle, Guardian of the Snow People, Head of the Metis Family, Lord of the Northern Knights, Winter Snow, Heartbreaker... I sentence you... to death!"

The next moment, a terrible, excruciating pain shot through my neck.

"Hmm..."

Sulu snapped out of his Inspiration and casually touched his neck.

The feeling of being beheaded was very real, and it was also a backlash from peeping into the memories of a spirit.

A slightly more fragile Spirit Mediumship might lose their way and succumb to such excruciating pain, but for him, it was nothing.

"Wait a minute... I understand! I understand the other person's language!"

Recalling the scene he had just witnessed, Sulu suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Although it seems to be a world similar to medieval Europe... I can understand their language... It's... Gulam Language!"

The language that is said to be the oldest language in the Main World is actually used as the common language in this world!

This couldn't help but make Sulu suspect that there was some connection between the two worlds!

"It can't be because it's close by, can it?"

Sulu chuckled to himself.

Even if the concept of 'distance' exists between worlds, it still cannot be explained.

"The good news is... communication shouldn't be a problem."

The lord was indeed speaking in Gulam Language, with only a slight accent, which wasn't a big problem.

He packed up his package, looked at a mound to the side, and waved. "Goodbye!"

Under the bright sunshine, yesterday's Icefield Wolf sat cross-legged there, as if seeing him off, its fur reflecting a dazzling light, as if plated with a layer of golden armor.

"According to the spirits in the vicinity... the nearest human settlement should be in the south!"

Sulu made himself a sled and tried to glide on the snow.

His LV4 Sturdy, after a night of recovery, gave him a body comparable to that of an ordinary person.

With his third-level control, he quickly grasped the knack, holding the branch in both hands, slightly bracing himself on the ground, and his feet slid a long distance.

As he continued south, the cold temperature seemed to rise slightly.

Several days later.

Sulu discovered some traces of human activity, which immediately put him in high spirits.

By consulting nearby spirits, he obtained a more accurate route and sped towards a human settlement.

"My previous guess was correct; productivity here is very low, roughly equivalent to medieval Europe, but with superhuman abilities?"

Sulu took off his sled and walked across a wheat field.

On both sides are cultivated farmlands planted with crops such as barley, wheat, and oats, as well as large fields of onions and cabbages.

The farmers working in the fields were all disheveled and dirty, but they wore thick clothes made of animal hides.

Walk a few more steps and you'll reach what appears to be a village.

As far as the eye can see, there are low houses surrounding a hill, stacked like building blocks, all the way to the top of the hill.

Around the village, there was a fence made of sharpened logs and stones, and small militia-like squads were patrolling.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

At the village entrance, Sulu was naturally stopped.

He watched the approaching peasant-soldier squad. Most of them were thin and dressed in tattered clothes, except for the captain, who wore a leather armor and whose weapons, such as forks and swords, were slightly rusty.

However, it was indeed in Gulam Language!

"A wanderer!"

Sulu smiled and replied in Gulam Language, "I hope to rest in the village; I'm willing to pay for it!"

Thanks to the fact that the Federation was still circulating precious metal currencies, he had stockpiled some Gold Dragon and Silver Eagle in his Greed Glove, which could be used directly after the patterns and characters on the surface were removed.

"Out-of-towners dressed in strange clothes!"

The captain scrutinized Sulu carefully. "Where are you from?"

He was very vigilant, and his limbs were well-muscled, especially his right arm and his steps, which had a unique rhythm that suited his sword well.

"A faraway place that you may not know about."

Sulu tossed out a polished silver coin.

It's not that we can't produce Gold Dragon, but that would certainly attract Greed and covetousness.

He didn't want to go on a killing spree in this village.

"It's pure silver!"

One of the militiamen took it, hesitated for a moment, and then a look of delight flashed in his eyes.

"... All right!"

Seeing the looks in his subordinates' eyes, the militia captain reluctantly agreed, "Outsider, you can have a room, hot water, bread, and salt... Stay one night and leave immediately! Don't cause trouble!"

"Don't worry!"

Sulu smiled brightly, revealing his white teeth.

This startled the militia captain once again.

For the poor, having rotten, yellowed, and blackened teeth is the norm.

He seemed to have only ever seen such appearance and demeanor in the nobles of Wolf Castle.

In this world, nobles are the absolute rulers, and even those who are merely collateral branches or descendants of noble families will be respected.

"Come with me!"

His expression softened slightly as he led the way. "This is Ward Village, under the jurisdiction of the great Duke of Wolf Castle. I am the local militia captain— Arik!"

"Sulu! You can call me Sulu!"

Sulu politely introduced himself, then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He saw a small altar!

It stands out from the surrounding buildings, yet it appears very solemn.

A group of people were gathered around, seemingly praying.

More importantly, I am very familiar with those rules and symbols, as well as their prayer language!