Negotiations broke down

Sheffield is not far from New Darlington. The mountain range where Morgan and Bai Mo landed is exactly the boundary between New Darlington and Sheffield. The two cities are separated by a mountain range and dense forest. If you don't take the main road around Camelot, it won't take long.

On the way, Morgan changed back into Ash's appearance, but as soon as they emerged from the forest, they were met with a scene of war. Sheffield was surrounded by troops, and several large flags could be seen fluttering in the distance.

These are the banners symbolizing the Fairy Knight Gawain, the Fairy Knight Lancelot, and only a few Norwich banners behind them.

Inside Sheffield Castle, Boggart looked extremely haggard; he never imagined things would turn out this way.

"Damn it, what will those guys want from me?! Guards, still no sign of my son?"

"No, Mash disappeared in Norwich after that, without a trace, her fate unknown!"

"Ah!"

After a series of painful internal struggles, the White Lion let out a frantic howl, like the roar of a wounded beast, but at this moment, the wounded beast was at its wit's end.

A deafening explosion echoed from the city gate once more, and Boggart felt a jolt of nerves. In just a few days, these explosions had driven him nearly mad.

"Bring me my Black Spear!"

Boggart strode up to the city wall, where a huge Black Spear was mounted, emanating an ominous aura that caused physical discomfort at just a glance. Grasping the hilt, the chilling and aching sensation that seemed to rip out his very marrow surged through Boggart's body once more.

"Come on, you bastards! With this, I'll kill all of you, no matter who you are!"

The Black Spear unleashed a dark, magical power, engulfing vast swathes of land and annihilating the enemy soldiers in the process. No corpses remained, only a deathly silence, as if those enemies had never existed.

"Hehe, hahahahaha!"

The power of that single strike filled Boggart with immense joy, so much so that he didn't even notice the blood streaming from his nose and the bloodshot eyes.

"Oh, my lord, you look quite well. It seems you like this weapon very much."

"That's right, with this thing, who needs the Child of Prophecy? Hahaha, whether it's Gawain Lancelot or Woodwose, as long as they're enemies of this spear, I'll kill them all for you, Queen!"

The arrogant fellow failed to notice that his words had already displeased the red fairy beside him, while Beryl remained completely unconcerned.

"Heh, Lord, you're certainly in high spirits."

Upon hearing Beryl's words, Boggart realized that his words were somewhat inappropriate. Although no one took Beryl seriously, and his relationship with the Queen was essentially nominal, it was still not a good thing.

"Hmm, I wish the side effects were less severe. I feel so weak, I probably wouldn't be interested in ten beauties lying in bed with me."

"Compared to being dead, being weak is pretty good, isn't it?" Beryl laughed like a cunning jackal, and Ba Wanshi, standing to the side, made a crunching sound with her back teeth.

"Indeed, there's no need to worry. After I've dealt with the enemy, I will definitely bring you both back to Camelot to hold a coronation ceremony for Your Excellency."

"Hehe, then I'll await your good news, Lord."

"Hmm, I'm going to rest for a while. I'm so sleepy."

Boggart staggered down the city wall and limped back to his room. He was feeling increasingly weak; his fingers were cold, he couldn't lift his spine, and every organ in his body was groaning and protesting.

"You bastard..."

Boggart opened the door, and inside, a figure seemed to have been waiting for some time. Looking at the intruder, Boggart paused for a moment, then shouted:

"Guard..."

"Alright, stop causing trouble for your guards, come and talk to me."

With a wave of his hand, the person in front of him caused a distorted buzzing sound to ring in Boggart's ears. It was the sound he had just exhaled, along with the air it had passed through, that was now being held back by the person in front of him, like holding back a fish.

With a loud bang, he was pulled to the ground by the terrifying suction force, along with his previous words.

"Oh my!"

The White Lion's massive body crashed down, shaking the entire castle. He struggled to his feet, but before he could say anything, a golden flying sword was already around his neck.

The Sword of Victory was pressed against Boggart's neck; with a single thought, its sharp edge would sever his head.

"Now, can we talk quietly?"

Bai Mo stood before Boggart, suppressing the trembling in his teeth, and asked, "How... did you get in?"

"Good heavens, you really think your Fantasy Tree a city wall will work? That thing isn't even that tall; any Magnetic Field Power user could just fly over there. If Lancelot hadn't seemed to be planning to use you to eliminate Gawain's army, and if Gawain, do you really think you could defend a city with just one cannon?"

Bai Mo looked at the guy in front of him and felt both laughable and pathetic. Anyone with a brain would know that he had no chance of winning. He seemed powerful, but in reality, he was just someone else's puppet.

Moreover, this guy is about to be killed by Tenju Shou's Fate Power extraction.

"You... bastard, it's none of your business to judge my achievements. Falling into your hands is my failure. If you want to kill me, then kill me. Stop wasting your breath."

With a loud slap, Bai Mo punched the guy on the head without any hesitation. At the same time, a calming force surged into his brain, allowing his brain, which was almost malnourished from the slap, to begin to produce reason again.

"Do I need all this nonsense to kill you? I'm here to make a deal, Boggart."

"Trade?"

Bai Mo stretched out her fingers and started to bend them one by one. With each finger she extended, Boggart felt his heart pound. Bai Mo spoke as if ordering food:

"Yes, a deal: save your life and give you a new identity. But you must hand over all the humans within Sheffield to New Darlington, return the Black Spear, which rightfully belongs to our Chaldea, and hand over the Sheffield walls made of Fantasy Tree."

You're dreaming!

Boggart roared, "You want to take my humans, my Black Spear, and my walls? You might as well just kill me!"

"I think this is quite fair. The Black Spear were originally ours, and the city walls aren't very useful. As for the humans... Boggart, although you were using them, we should judge by actions, not intentions. You've treated the humans in your territory quite well; at least you haven't enslaved them."

Otherwise, I could have killed you and taken what I needed. Give me those things, and I'd find you a peaceful place to spend the rest of your life. I think that's a pretty good deal."

"Go to hell! I..."

The next instant, a cold, sharp blade sliced through Boggart's neck, as if warning him to watch his words. Boggart swallowed hard, feigning a fierce expression, and said:

"You want me to admit defeat again? I'd rather die. And what do you mean Black Spear is your property? I bought Black Spear and Mash together!"

This should never have happened to me! The Queen is gone, how can I be the first to fail! Damn it, I refuse to accept this, I shouldn't have suffered this undeserved misfortune in the first place!

Bai Mo's gaze gradually turned cold, and the White Lion's mane broke off one by one. He felt the Sword of Victory approaching his throat.

"An undeserved disaster? You forced the task of saving Norwich onto a girl, treating her like a commodity or a tool. So you have to accept that the tool might not be right and you might get hurt."

You think you're innocent? You bastard! When you sent Mash to face the Norwich Calamity, did you even consider what would happen if she were swallowed up by Calamity?

So don't give me that 'I did nothing wrong' act. You can't just let your men die, can you? You have to pay for your actions. You've already failed, Boggart."

Bai Mo's words made Boggart grit his teeth. In his mind, it was only natural for subordinates to serve their lord, and he was well aware that there were many problems with this.

But he ignored it. He had failed too many times, defeated at Oxford and expelled from Norwich. He longed for victory; he craved a win to prove himself.

Therefore, Human Order should act according to the lord's desires and serve him, even if he knows how great the risks are for them.

"No way..."

Boggart forced out those words through his teeth, then closed his eyes, preparing to face death. Regret welled up in his mind the moment the words left his lips.

With a thud, he was thrown heavily onto the bed, his whole body aching, and he almost fainted.

In his hazy state, he only heard the sound the person left behind as they departed.

"Then as you wish, I will not kill you like this. I will thank you for your kindness to humanity. Besides, if I kill you like this, it will be inconvenient for me to take the humans in the city away in the chaos of war."

So I'm giving you a chance to go all out, and then I'll kill you.