Fight Again Next Time

"..." Ye Chuan's words made Soren fall silent. He looked at Ye Chuan with his silver eyes, and finally said, "You are not a good person either."

A question mark slowly appeared on Ye Chuan's face. What did he mean by 'not a good person either'?

He only occasionally went to the Treasure Pavilion to steal some things, found some bad guys to extort some gold coins, went to the succubus parlor for a foot wash, and used his soul banner to sacrifice a few million living beings. How was he not a good person?

"You don't understand my loneliness," Ye Chuan sighed.

He was still too easily misunderstood.

Soren: "..."

He closed his eyes, seemingly unwilling to talk to Ye Chuan anymore, and just silently reached out his hand, "Do you have any more wine?"

"Ten gold coins a bottle," Ye Chuan said.

"Here, one hundred gold coins." Soren threw over a coin purse. As the head of the Reinhardt family, he was not short of money, he just didn't carry a lot of cash on him.

Of course, a hundred gold coins was an amount that ordinary families would find hard to earn in an entire lifetime.

"Straightforward." Ye Chuan took out the immortal brew from his spatial backpack and threw it to the other party.

"Not ten bottles?" Soren felt the jade bottle in his hand; the material was also something he had never seen before.

The man in front of him had too many magical things on him.

"I only have this last bottle. I'll keep the remaining ninety gold coins for you, and if there's a chance in the future, I'll get you more wine," Ye Chuan said.

Although this stuff could be bought wholesale in the Profound Sky Continent, Ye Chuan indeed didn't have much on hand.

As for Soren's money, once it entered his pocket, there was no way it was coming back out.

Hearing this, Soren didn't argue with Ye Chuan about it. He directly drank the immortal brew in one gulp. After fighting with Ye Chuan, he had a strange feeling for the first time.

He felt that the person in front of him was very bad, yet not that bad.

Chaotic Neutral?

Perhaps.

The people in this world were all kinds of strange.

"I can't beat you, so... I won't stop you," Soren said. It was meaningless for them to waste time here, whether for the Hill Empire or for themselves personally.

Continuing to entangle with each other had lost its meaning.

"Why don't you join us?" Ye Chuan said. He was still very interested in Soren's infinite resurrection armor.

In the future, if they really encountered any danger, he could just throw Soren in and be done with it. Since he could always resurrect, he would be very useful for stalling time.

Soren slowly stood up, "I have no interest."

"We'll fight again next time."

"If there is a chance."

After saying that, he put away the silver longsword in his hand, preparing to turn and leave.

However, before leaving, Soren's movements paused. He turned his head to look at Ye Chuan,

"Demon King, be careful."

Demon King?

Be careful?

What did that mean? Was he calling me the Demon King?

Ye Chuan didn't quite understand what the other party meant, but Soren had already walked far away. His movements were slow, but in an instant, he had covered thousands of meters.

The domain slowly dissipated, leaving only Kaiaolen and the others watching from a distance. They originally thought the two would fight to the death, but instead, they saw Soren put away his sword and leave, while Ye Chuan was still standing in place.

"Xi Xi? Are you alright?" Kaiaolen flew over to ask.

"Soren's swordsmanship is very formidable."

"It's alright," Ye Chuan said. Soren was indeed a cheater, but obviously, his own cheats were a bit more fierce.

However, Ye Chuan did not expect that even with the Chaotic Indestructible Body and minor physical immunity, the opponent could still instantly kill him. Fortunately, he had a famous sword item to prevent death.

But what kind of existence was the Goddess?

Lilith seemed to have said that chaos was not omnipotent, and there were stronger existences controlling the rules.

"Forget it, I can't be bothered to care." Ye Chuan didn't want to continue dwelling on it. At the very least, he had directly secured this victory.

Now, all the obstacles to the Royal City had disappeared, and the remaining goal was to directly attack the Royal City.

"Clean up the battlefield," Ye Chuan said to Kaiaolen.

"Alright, thanks for your hard work." Kaiaolen didn't expect things to develop to this point, but at least it hadn't deviated from the original plan.

The setting sun dyed the battlefield a warm orange. The allied soldiers, holding shovels and brooms, methodically cleaned up the weapon wreckage and monster remains. The smell of blood permeating the air was swept up by the evening breeze, mixing with the scent of vegetation, and gradually faded away.

Ye Chuan leaned against a broken stone wall, silently watching the setting sun.

Kaiaolen's efficiency was extremely high. He finished cleaning up the battlefield in half a day, and then led the army towards the affiliated territory on the outskirts of the Royal City.

This Black Rock Territory was originally an outpost stronghold of the Royal City army. The lord had long been slain by Ye Chuan's demon sword when he went into battle. When the news spread back to the city, the commoners instantly fell into a panic.

The city gates were opened, and the allied forces entered the Black Rock Territory.

Most of the people in the city-state had heard rumors that the Hill Empire rebels were going to massacre the city. Now, every household had nailed their doors and windows shut with wooden boards. Even the crying of children was tightly muffled by the adults. The entire small city was so quiet that only the whimpering sound of the wind blowing through the alleys could be heard.

The sound of horse hooves and armor clashing broke the silence. There was no one on the streets; the residents were all peeking through the cracks in the windows and doors.

But the anticipated burning, killing, and looting did not occur. There was only the sound of orderly footsteps echoing on the stone slab road. There were no soldiers scolding, let alone any noise of doors being forced open.

Ye Chuan walked at the very front of the procession. He glanced at the tightly shut wooden doors and the silhouettes in the window cracks, and said lightly to Kaiaolen beside him:

"Restrain your men well. No trespassing into civilian homes, and no disturbing the commoners. The food in the city-state is already tight, so don't cause any more trouble. We can even distribute some of our food to the residents. Remember to do it in the name of Irena, just say it's Her Highness the Princess's intention."

Kaiaolen froze for a moment, but still agreed, immediately instructing the adjutant beside him.

"All troops, hear my order! Tonight we camp on the streets. No one is allowed to enter civilian homes without permission, and no one is allowed to demand property from the commoners. Violators will be dealt with according to military law!"

The soldiers had no complaints. They took off their heavy armor one after another, found clean stone steps or corners on the street to sit down, and took out the rye bread and dried meat they carried with them to simply fill their stomachs.

A few fire mages gathered small campfires at the entrance of the alleys, only daring to use weak flames for warmth, deliberately avoiding the residential houses.

The shieldbearers leaned their broken shields against the walls, forming simple barriers to block the night wind for their resting companions.

Ye Chuan found a stone step facing the street and sat down. He looked at the soldiers sleeping on the ground, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

The night grew darker, and the silver moon climbed over the city wall, casting cold moonlight on the stone slab road.

Some bold residents quietly lifted the cloth curtains at the window cracks and, by the moonlight, saw the scene on the street clearly—

Those soldiers who were rumored to be rebels were now sleeping on the cold stone slabs, their armor placed by their sides, and their hands always resting on the hilts of their swords or spears, obviously keeping an eye out for any movement around the city-state.

The small campfires at the alley entrances flickered, reflecting their tired but resolute faces. Even the breadcrumbs that fell on the ground were picked up and brushed clean by someone, showing not the slightest appearance of disturbing the people.

In the night, an old woman at the end of an alley saw this scene, bit her lip, turned around, and brought a ladle of warm ale and a few freshly steamed wheat cakes, tremblingly pushing open the courtyard door.

The footsteps were light, yet they still alerted the nearby patrolling soldiers. A soldier immediately gripped his spear and stood up. Seeing an old woman carrying something toward Ye Chuan, he slowly lowered his weapon but maintained a vigilant posture.

"Noble lord, have some ale. The night is cold." The old woman offered the ale and wheat cakes to Ye Chuan, her cloudy eyes full of gratitude. "Thank you... for not making things difficult for us townsfolk."

Ye Chuan was taken aback for a moment. He accepted the ale, glancing up at the residents peeking through the cracks in their windows and poking their heads out. He suddenly smiled and shared the wheat cakes with Kaiaolen beside him.

"Thank you, Granny. But I am no noble lord; I am just a child of the common people."

This gentle expression of gratitude seemed to shatter an invisible barrier.

Gradually, people emerged from their courtyards carrying hot soup. Some brought dried straw to lay beneath the soldiers to protect them from the damp ground, while others carried oil lamps to light the way for the patrols.

The children grew bolder. Hiding behind the adults, they secretly watched the bruised and scarred soldiers who accepted the offerings with smiles. The fear in their eyes slowly turned into curiosity.

Standing beside Ye Chuan, Kaiaolen watched the scene unfold, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

He had fought wars for half his life and had seen too many tragedies of soldiers looting and civilians being displaced after a city fell. Yet, he had never witnessed a sight like this—

A victorious army sleeping out on the streets, earning the sincere and heartfelt treatment of the locals.

He turned to look at Ye Chuan. The man was holding a piece of candy given to him by a child, frowning as he took a bite, and then handing it off to a personal guard with a look of distaste, which made the child giggle. All the coldness of the battlefield had completely vanished from him.

Kaiaolen suddenly understood that Ye Chuan never cared about the empty reputation of justice, yet he always upheld the most fundamental moral bottom line.

For Her Highness Irena to receive the help of such a figure was simply a stroke of divine fortune sent by the Goddess herself.