Dick did not want to get involved in these camp disputes, and when they were about to continue moving forward, three farmers holding pitchforks blocked their way.
It seems that after many days of massacre, these people have become so confident that they have long forgotten the gap between ordinary people and demon hunters.
"I am just a demon hunter and will not participate in your fight." Dick explained.
The leading man pushed the pitchfork forward half an inch, staring at Dick with his bloodshot eyes:
"In the land of lion hunting, even the crows have to take sides.
Red-haired man, either put on a grass ring and fight with us, or go and eat the gold plate with those maggot nobles!"
As he spoke, he picked up the bloody grass ring on the ground with the tip of his pitchfork.
"I'm just passing by Sarleon, take a short rest and replenish supplies, and then leave. Get out of the way."
What else did the farmer want to say? The young man who killed the guard just now also saw this scene.
He didn't care at first, but when he saw Dick's fiery red hair, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he pointed at Dick and shouted tremblingly:
"He is Red Hair Devil Dick!"
"What Red Hair Devil?" one of the people asked in confusion.
But the next second, his hands suddenly trembled, and the pitchfork in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. He staggered back and bumped into his companion without realizing it:
"You... you are just to protect the witch, Northern Kingdoms...Dick who killed tens of thousands of mercenaries that night and stood on the mountain of corpses?"
Why is this becoming more and more exaggerated?
Maybe in a while, it will be said that I split the entire Misty Mountains with one sword.
Dick looked calm, "It's me."
"Sorry, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Several people retreated while greeting other insurrectionists beside them.
They already know that in today's turbulent Sarleon, a real human devil has arrived.
After not walking far, a tavern appeared ahead.
A flag of righteousness sewn from rough linen drooped on the eaves of the tavern, with twisted wheat ears and broken swords painted on the flag's surface with charcoal.
There are still traces of fire on the pillars of the porch, and half of the wooden plate with the noble heraldry is still nailed to the scorched black spot, like a scab.
Dick was about to go in with Tyson to buy some food and other supplies. In front of the mansion not far from the tavern, a large group of rebels gathered together in darkness, shouting:
"Ibu, hand over Susan!
Ibu! Hand over Susan!"
"Oh?" Dick was surprised, "They don't have the same name, right? Tyson, come with me."
Without further explanation, he squeezed his way through the rebels.
Those who were squeezed turned around angrily and when they saw it was Dick, they respectfully gave way to both sides.
Dick ignored the farmer who took the lead in shouting slogans, knocked on the door with his knuckles, and shouted loudly, "Ibu, is that you?"
The next moment, the door suddenly opened with a creak.
When he saw the person opening the door, Dick couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"Little Odin? You're here too."
The person in front of him is Little Odin, the younger brother of Kebi, who defected to Northern Kingdoms.
Little Odin's right shoulder was wrapped in white cloth, his face was pale, and he was wearing simple light armor. "Dick, it's a good thing you're here."
He didn't say anything more and led the two of them forward.
After Dick and Tyson entered the courtyard, he noticed that the rebels behind him did not break in even though they saw the courtyard door open.
Tyson After closing the door, neat shouts sounded again outside the door:
"Ibu, hand over Susan!
Ibu, hand over Susan!"
Continuing along the gravel road, the two of them walked into a three-story hall.
In the hall, a gentle-looking man wearing quartz glasses sat on a bench. His past arrogant look was gone, and his face was full of sadness and dejection.
Besides Ibu whom Dick knows, who else could it be?
"Dick, I didn't expect to meet you here."
Seeing the two demon hunters sitting down, Ibu nodded gently to Tyson. He must have already learned about Tyson's situation from other people in Witcher Order.
"This is our new member Witcher Order Sorcerers' Group, Tyson."
After Tyson greeted Ibu,
Dick then asked, "Tell me, why are you here?"
"Although I am not Sarleon's royal warlock now, I used to have a close relationship with Duke Kinu of Sarleon."
Dick nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"Dick, you have seen the situation outside. Now the entire Sarleon regime has been overthrown. Hey.
I am now 310 years old, and Sarleon the history of this country is not older than me.
I witnessed the earliest nobleman becoming the king step by step, after four generations.
During these 310 years, I have witnessed the rise and fall of many countries, large and small, and the fate of every kingdom is the same.
But I didn't expect that King Ulric would actually accelerate this process.
"In other words, you are here because of Duke Kinu?"
"Kinu He is a good man."
"Good person?" Dick sneered,
"Can a good man climb to the position of Duke in Sarleon?
Will the good people leave the rebels outside with no clothes on their bodies and no food to eat?
A good person will willingly help King Ulric?
At that time, I didn't see this good man upholding justice for the rebels, Mr. Ibu."
Ibu smiled bitterly:
"Grand Commander, I understand what you mean. But before Duke Kinu died, he asked me for one thing."
As soon as Ibu used such a polite tone, Dick knew that this matter was anything but ordinary.
He didn't speak, he just raised his eyes and signaled Ibu to continue.
Ibu clapped his hands, "Susan, come out."
The side door creaked open, and the first thing that popped out was a pair of muddy hands.
The girl came timidly with an overly long satin skirt, and the bruise on her right cheek showed through under the makeup, like a dying purple Roland.
"I beg you, no matter what method you use, escort her out of Sarleon.
As for her future life..., in short, this is my last promise to Kinu."
Dick asked back, "Why didn't you send her away through the portal?"
"Hey, there were actually sorcerers among those rebels, and they were my students.
They set up anti-magic devices made of Dimeritium around the mansion, so I can't use magic."
"Then why didn't those people just rush in and snatch the little girl next to you?"
Ibu's fingers holding his glasses were trembling, and the crystal lenses were cracked with spider web patterns.
Dick Only then did he notice that the sorcerer, who used to pay attention to etiquette, now had his hair stuck together like feces and exuded a slight stench. It looked like he had not showered for several days.
"Those rebels respected me. In my early years, I served in Sarleon, and when I became king as my assistant, I implemented many measures that were beneficial to the people, and also contributed several inventions that improved life."
Dick smiled and said:
"Since you are so popular among the nobles and rebels, why don't you become king yourself?"
These words made the three people on the side open their mouths in surprise.
"I'm not like Barbara. I only focus on academics and magic research. Why should I interfere in national affairs?"
"But I feel that in this era it is the inventions of warlocks that are promoting the progress of the entire Panda Continent, just like Vigo."
When Vigo was mentioned, Dick secretly wondered how his cooperation with Leofu at D'Shar Tribes was going.
However, with the strength of Vigo, there should be no need to worry.
Forget it, that doesn't matter at this point.
When Dick stood up, Ibu had a smile on his face, "Have you agreed to escort Susan?"
The girl clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked over with a hopeful look on her face.
"Let me tell you a few things that happened on the way here, okay?"
Ibu nodded slightly.