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Chapter 281 - 234 Such a Bountiful Harvest

Chapter 281: Chapter 234 Such a Bountiful Harvest

Chapter 235

Lind stood in the lord’s hall of Mountain Demon Castle, about to take stock of his gains.

The full-body and bust statues of Baya crowded every corner, rendering the splendid hall devoid of its nobility and turning it shabby.

Smashing the statues to pave roads seemed a waste of manpower, and having them around was an eyesore.

His attention did not linger on these meaningless objects for long, he simply instructed to treat them as non-recyclable trash and toss them wherever they would not be needed.

The soldiers of Mountain Demon Castle, now freed, sprang into action, vying to dispose of the "trash."

The soldiers, who had been trapped by Lind’s sudden raid before, now seamlessly pledged allegiance to their new lord as the castle changed hands.

Most of the soldiers held no affection for Baya, as former troops of the Mountain Goblin Archduke, they harbored some resentment towards Baya for betraying their oaths.

Thus, when they learned of Baya’s death, not a single one felt sorrow.

Lind’s gaze had long since shifted in another direction.

The real harvest lay ahead.

A collection room!

It housed over a dozen blessed weapons.

Apart from the long flute from the Babbling Witch and the psychic magic wand, there were also an axe capable of unleashing frost, a shield that could emit shockwaves, and boots that made walking more agile. Most of these blessed weapons emitted only a faint white light and were not very powerful.

If every blessed weapon contained shards of the Ring of Magic, and assuming the fragment he had obtained from the underground tomb, which was as small as a fingernail and could "merge", served as a benchmark, then the portion in the "Banshee’s Horn" and from Flame Tumor Alex must be even larger.

The blessed weapons before him likely contained only a sprinkling of such fragments.

Yet, they were still one of Lind’s biggest gains from this venture, as long as he could replicate and study the mystic runes imprinted on them, his soldiers could soon upgrade their weaponry, elevating their combat prowess to a whole new level.

As "prototypes", these blessed weapons might not be strong, but they were the beginning of everything.

Using weaker weapons to overpower stronger foes was not uncommon, and Lind, having utilized the "Banshee’s Horn" to do just that numerous times, had a good say on the matter.

The soldiers of Star Dragon City, always managing to seize the initiative in wars, had one advantage: sufficiently advanced weaponry.

Lind arranged for the weapons to be packed up and sent back to Star Dragon City at the earliest.

Then his gaze shifted to the study’s door, which had its lock broken.

He couldn’t comprehend Baya’s thoughts.

Baya had locked away the most precious treasures of Mountain Demon Castle with a rusty lock, allowing them to hide in dark corners with spiders and be forgotten with the dust.

Luckily, although Baya had no interest in reading, he was lazy enough to neglect the books. Moreover, Mountain Demon Castle was vast enough that even Baya, who loved collecting, couldn’t fill every room with his collections.

Thus, these books that had taken over the rooms of Baya’s castle were able to survive and eventually welcomed Lind.

Lind stepped into the study.

The movement of his body stirred the long-still air of the study, causing a large amount of dust to jump and actively move toward him.

He waved his hand in front of his nose to drive away the pungent dust.

But his motion was too vigorous, creating gusts that whirled the dust around the study.

After a while, it finally became completely quiet.

He raised his hand, and a steady flame burst forth from his palm. The warm orange light illuminated the surroundings, and with his near-perfect control of his powers, the light made an effort to reach every corner.

The corner spiders hurriedly fled.

However, the moths hiding somewhere fluttered their wings and swooped in.

Lind again waved his hand, chasing away the insects that had reactivated as the summer approached.

He was like someone carrying a dim oil lamp, staggering through the sea of knowledge, searching for a small boat that could carry him safely forward.

The glow in the palm of his hand extended, and Lind’s vision followed the light, reaching out to the edge of its brightness.

On both sides were dizzying bookshelves, piled from the floor to the ceiling with countless books, manuscripts, and even many peculiar books that did not appear to be made from ordinary animal skins, each proving their significant origins.

Lind’s heavy footsteps echoed in the dusty and knowledgeable surroundings.

Anyone who revered knowledge would subconsciously hold their breath, trying not to make too much noise.

Knowledge could quiet a person, even before they began to browse through it.

Lind casually picked up a book from a nearby shelf. It wasn’t very thick, but the seal of wax on the cover made it clear to Lind that it was the work of a noble.

Perhaps it was a biography of some noble lord, or maybe just a collection of poems written by a betrothed noblewoman to her husband. Whichever it was, as the first book to pique Lind’s curiosity, it necessitated a perusal.

The firelight could not leave the palm of Lind’s hand no matter how delicately he controlled it, conclusively reminding him that he was merely a knight.

He knew nothing of magic.

Lind was forced to flip through the book single-handedly.

To his surprise, the book actually contained accounts of the "Crimson War" between Rand Kingdom and Black Marsh Kingdom.

It was an unrecorded campaign, not because Rand Kingdom was defeated, but because the battle’s "protagonist," Prince Saiwen Hedwin, had incited the outrage of both nations.

Prince Saiwen was naturally bloodthirsty; the "Crimson War" was solely provoked by him when he attacked carriages and travelers from Black Marsh Kingdom, then hanged their bodies for display, including not just adult men but also children, pregnant women, and even horses!

This slaughter was rigorously debated, for it utterly violated human nature and tarnished the surname Hedwin.

Ultimately, Rand Kingdom offered a formal reparation to Black Marsh Kingdom, with even the pro-war faction considering Prince Saiwen too bloodthirsty and choosing to pray in churches for those innocently tortured to death.

Of course, there were also some scoundrels who supported the massacre. They continued to propagate Prince Saiwen’s deeds, which is why the story still lingered in remote corners.

Lind saw from the book the entire sequence of the incident and faintly recalled the appearance of the cold prince with catfish whiskers.

Tall and thin, with dead fish eyes, he was a natural executioner.

And he called himself "Black Catfish," lurking in the mires.

Lind put the book back. He had little interest in history books; he hoped to find some information on Magic Potions or some obscure small-scale religions here.

What were completely toxic religions to others, had become sources of "new skills" for Lind, with each deity capable of developing a religion providing Lind with a dose of Crest power.

"Sir, perhaps you need my help?" A figure appeared in the doorway.

Lind turned around, "You used to work here?"

"12 years, I was the steward here, familiar with every corner of the castle."

He was somewhat nervous, having gathered the courage to come here after learning of Baya’s death, perhaps driven by a subtle voice telling him that if he wanted to change his situation, he must try.

"Used to?" Lind asked.

"After the thief Baya conspired to usurp, I was assigned to clean all the toilets in the castle." He indeed carried a barely perceptible odor, but his graceful demeanor made him hard to overlook.

This man was a gentleman nurtured through strict etiquette training.

Lind did not care what job he held; whether cleaning toilets or bearing arms, it was all for survival.

He asked, "Is there a librarian here? I need to find some books, but there are too many and they are too disorganized."

Lind did not have much time to waste here.

"I am the one, sir."

"Then are you interested in continuing to serve as the steward of Mountain Demon Castle?"

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