The Hero in Exile

At this time, Lunster is faced with a dilemma. On one side is his friend who is helping his compatriots, and on the other side is Brunson who doesn't seem to give him any choice. If he is forced to make a choice, he would feel guilty, especially in front of the young master.

Moran was also at a loss. If he refused to be present, his safety would be difficult to guarantee, but he could not save himself and cause harm to his people.

Seeing the two people next to her in embarrassment, Lingyu thought that her current status made it easier to talk to her, and if she talked to Brunson a little more, maybe they would be able to reach an agreement.

"Ahem, Duke Brunson."

"Um, what's the matter, brave hero?"

"That's right. You also know that with your current strength, it doesn't matter whether you let your subordinates go or not. We don't really trust you at the moment. Why don't you tell us why so that we can at least believe you."

Brunson rubbed his mustache after hearing this. This statement did make sense, but why would a brave man speak for the demons? He also felt that this young man named Moran was too close to Lingyu. However, he didn't think much about it because it was none of his business. There was no point in imagining things.

"I'll be frank. I need to negotiate with the chieftain of the orcs. Almost 5% of the caravans coming to the city are intercepted by the orcs. Although they hardly hurt anyone, they have dealt a heavy blow to the economy of our city. It's really a headache for me to find an opportunity. As long as this problem is solved, I can agree to let our city trade with the orcs privately and transfer the demon captives to the orcs."

Brunson pointed at Lunster again.

If the result of the negotiation is really beneficial to both parties as Brunson said, there is always something that cannot be overcome. Our demon tribe, orcs and humans are not in the same boat. After all, they helped the church to send troops not long ago. However, no matter how hard you try, the only way left for Moran is to take a gamble.

Lunster, who was also thinking, finally spoke: "I understand your sincerity, but I want to ask you a question off topic: why would you send troops when you have nothing to worry about with us?"

"I was just following orders. The king told me to do it. As a subject, why shouldn't I obey? But it's strange that our king, who was not interested in the church, suddenly intervened. I was also surprised."

It seemed that there was no ill intention, and what Brunson said was true. Lunster took a breath and thought that he had to take a risk. Although this might lead to a bad relationship with the orcs, this was the only way.

"The Orc informant will be here tomorrow. I can agree to let you go, but you will be alone and all your men will need to go back."

"Okay, I'll go and call them away right away." Brunson said without any hesitation and went out.

After a while Brunson was seen gathering the soldiers together.

"Today's mission is over now. You all go back and do what you need to do. Keep what happened tonight to yourself. If anyone spreads it, I will make him suffer! Now, disband."

The soldiers walked towards the city in small groups until there was still one soldier left in the empty field.

"Dad, you're not leaving?"

"I'm not leaving. I'm going to the orc tribe tomorrow."

"Are you alone?" Seeing Brunson didn't say anything, Bushier said angrily: "Do you want to die? They are from the orc tribe. Who knows if you can come back or not? You will become their food."

"They seem to be arguing."

"Really? Let me see."

"Master and hero, you should go and rest quickly. We have to go to the orc tribe tomorrow morning and it will take us half a day to travel. It is better to rest early."

Lingyu drew the curtains. It seemed that the powerful Duke Brunson still had things he was not good at.

"You still have a problem with what I do? Go home now, damn it. Take care of the city's affairs while I'm away. Remember not to mistreat the demon captives."

Bushier's powerful spirit did not allow him to refute, so he could only obediently follow the instructions and return.

Brunson sighed as he looked at his daughter's back: "You are still young and don't understand anything. I can already feel that our king is different. The war is not over as soon as it seems. Maybe it has just begun. Now the only way out is to make more allies in private."

When Brunson was about to go back to the house, he found that the door was locked.

"It really seems like we can only deal with it on the grass."