Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!
Chapter 769 - 237 Desert Serpent People's Fancy Play, Pilgrimage of the Dead (10k)_6

Indeed, they could hardly spare too much effort to deal with the desert snake people's affairs.

The help that now came knocking was indeed like timely rain for them.

No matter the purpose of this assistance, it undoubtedly could alleviate some of the heavy pressure currently weighing on Fransburg.

But...

According to some of the current travel rules for nobles, lords cannot take all their private soldiers with them on travels.

Fransburg is a military stronghold, and it's not possible to just let anyone come over to offer help without consideration.

After all, there's the very real possibility of "What if you bring so many private soldiers over with the intent of forcefully taking control of Fransburg?" If such a thing were to happen...

Frankly speaking, the person who made that decision and their whole family would be going straight to jail to enjoy Qingtou Si, as would be normal.

Just as the leading knight was hesitating, Flandre's voice rang out:

"Let me handle this matter. Fransburg is a military stronghold. If they decide to let you into the radiation range of Fransburg, it will be their bad luck."

Kael looked at Flandre, and after seeing her shake her head, he had an epiphany and turned to the leading knight, saying:

"I'm sorry, I was presumptuous to neglect the importance of Fransburg itself, and the words I spoke were somewhat taken for granted."

Hearing Kael's slightly apologetic voice, the leading knight breathed a sigh of relief.

He truly found it difficult to refuse Kael's request.

After all, Lord Kael was almost certainly set to be the next Duke of Lancashire.

At their level of status, it was more or less perceptible that Lionheart was already laying groundwork for this young candidate.

Direct refusal based on regulations would seem somewhat ungracious.

If resentment were incurred and when Lord Kael ascended, even if he had no intention of dealing with such a minor figure...

The leading knight couldn't guarantee that there wouldn't be those who would sacrifice his position and even his life to curry favor with this future high-ranking individual.

But to not refuse was to not only go against principles, but also to possibly invite future troubles.

After all, once such a precedent was set, it would be very difficult later on to stop Lord Kael's subordinates from entering the vicinity of Fransburg.

Vigilance was still necessary.

Now, discovering that Kael himself did not intend to use his influence over the upper echelons of Fransburg to forcefully break the limitations of the rules, the knight felt much more relaxed and, with a wry smile, said:

"I truly appreciate your understanding. After all, if something goes wrong with Fransburg, over seventy border territories within Fransburg's support range could potentially fall into disorder."

The witch stood by, chuckling lightly:

"Don't worry. Even if he needs to enter your area to drive out those desert snake people, it will only commence after a special notice is issued from Lionheart himself. The proper procedures still need to be followed."

The leading knight nodded, and the faint distress on his face finally turned into a smile.

Talking and laughing, in the midst of walking and stopping, the group finally arrived at a resource town just outside Lancaster Swamp.

...

The battle had started that morning and by the time they returned to the town, it was afternoon.

The celebration banquet for repelling the enemy's invasion and purging of eleven barbarian tribes was arranged for the evening.

Meanwhile, the personnel who came to support were quickly finding places to rest in the town under Kael's arrangement.

Having spent a sum of demon crystals to arrange for that evening's celebration banquet, Kael began to deal with a matter he should have addressed much earlier.

"Lord, the arrangements are almost complete," Old White said quietly.

Kael nodded. Upon arriving at the town, he hadn't even taken the time to rest before continuing to deal with matters.

He hadn't even left the small restaurant for a break when he ran into the approaching witch.

"Hmm? Kael, why have you changed into formal wear? Is there some important matter you need to handle?"

"Yes," Kael nodded, "The funeral rites for the rangers and Wolf Cavalry, I'm going to take care of that now."

"Then let me help!"

The witch said so, and Kael did not refuse but simply gestured with his eyes for her to follow.

Perhaps because the sound of their conversation in the somewhat empty town was so evident, it didn't take long for the Lionheart Knights and the professionals from Fransburg to hear about it, each expressing their desire to have a look.

Kael equally did not refuse; a group followed closely behind him to the site where the funeral rites were being conducted.

...

When Kael and others arrived at a cemetery, Old Barry was standing in front of an ice coffin, quietly gazing at the young man sleeping inside.

Kael walked forward to take a look, sighing softly:

"Teris?"

"Yes," Old Barry's expression was somewhat silent.

Teris was the deputy personally trained by Old Barry, unquestionably a top talent among the middle-aged rangers.

Even Kael had heard of his name; Old Barry intended to train Teris to be the second commander of the border rangers.

But now, before this plan could be executed, this excellent ranger had come across the barbarians' invasion and given the signal first, only to be overwhelmed by the barbarians.

When he was found, it was his Gluttonous Slime that desperately brought his body back from the swamp's mire.

Now, his body was free of any mud, and the town's mortician had used the pinnacle of his life's skills to restore the dismembered body.

"Uncle Barry, let me do it."

Teris was the first ranger to be placed into the cremation furnace, and according to previous practice, it should have been his commander's duty to personally handle the task for his subordinate.

But this time, Kael chose to do it himself.

He gently picked up the body. Teris's armor, due to a large amount of blunt force trauma and piercing damage, showed extensive breakage and dents.

The now-clean seams of his armor still faintly revealed the mangled wounds and exposed broken bones underneath.

The Great Swamp's surroundings were always prone to heavy rainfall, and drops of rain fell into the ice coffin, but they did not stain with any color of blood.

His blood had long since run dry.