The Hero in Exile

During the time when Moran and Lingyu were in the Orc City, Born had already resigned from his position as leader of the Paladin Order. Originally, Born thought that he could continue to live a stable life as the Lord of Ruilin City and the Imperial Marshal, but he never expected that.

"Damn it, Your Majesty, what does this mean when you know I just left this position not long ago."

Just a few days after returning to Ruilin City, Bourne received a personal letter from His Majesty Defis, asking him to go to Demon King's City to help manage the demons, saying that the armies of various countries had returned and needed his support. Damn, Ruilin City was obviously much more severely damaged than Demon King's City, and this was where he was needed.

The most crucial thing was that I voluntarily gave up the Holy Light and the position of leader. All countries knew about it almost on the same day. His Majesty said that he wanted me to go for reinforcements, but apart from the troops of various countries, there were also church personnel, and it was clear that he had just had a quarrel with them not long ago.

Your Majesty is too biased towards the church. He is sending troops when his own country needs a rest. Is he really senile? That's impossible. If he is really senile, then those old guys in power would not have not taken action.

"Father, you asked me to come over?"

Bolin had actually been standing at the door for some time, but this was the first time he had seen his father talking to himself and banging on the table, so he was hesitant to go in.

"Well, I saw what you did while I was away and it's pretty good, but you can't be complacent. You're still some distance away from being a qualified lord. I have to go out for a while and won't be back for a while, so I'll leave Ruilin City to you again, Bolin."

"Yes, father, I won't let you down."

"That's good. By the way, how is Viliana?"

"Father, she's fine. If she's free now, she used to help me organize documents and clean the house."

Bolin was a little nervous. He didn't know what had happened to his father recently. He was in a bad mood after returning from church.

Born looked at his son with a wandering look and guessed what he was thinking. He just patted him on the shoulder and prepared to go back to his room to pack up and leave early to give the two young people their space.

"Haha, then I'll leave. Maybe I'll be a grandfather when I come back."

"Father!"

"Hahaha."

Born was in a good mood and ignored his son who was in the room with red ears. What should he call his grandson? It seemed that he was not far from retirement.

……

Born's thoughts returned to the present. He had been in the Demon King's City for more than a month. The days he and his son spent together were repeatedly imprinted in his mind. Here, there were only endless things waiting for him to do.

Not only do I have to take the documents I need to correct every day to my desk and spend half a day on them, but I also have to deal with even the smallest things that make me feel goosebumps, like the demons killing each other for the meager amount of food. I have also mentioned to them how to increase the daily supply, but this kind of thing is still common.

Or maybe a few demon soldiers couldn't stand the life and joined forces to kill the guards. They were all looking for me. Did those damn Knights Templar really do nothing? I don't care if these beasts bully civilians.

Thinking of this, Bourne's face turned ugly again. He could only say that it was a good thing that he quit the church.

"The church is really crazy that even these powerful hooligans and adventurers can take on this kind of position."

While Bourne was resting with his eyes closed, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door. Okay, he has to work overtime again.

"My lord, this time the demons have gathered more than 3,000 good people on the street."

"Are they going to riot?"

"No, they didn't gather together to protest and didn't do anything extreme."

Born narrowed his eyes and rubbed his white beard with his hands as he thought for a moment.

"They probably want to negotiate. Let my two guards go with me. Also, don't let the church know about this. You can give them some money and ask them to go to the hotel and tell them that I'm treating them. It'd be best if they get drunk. Then they can come."