Chapter 124 - 10: Bribery (2) (Third Update)

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Chapter 124 of "The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!" kicks off with thrilling moments: Chapter 124: Chapter 10: Bribery (2) (Third Update) The silent night, the blood-red moon. The wind blew... Read more!

Chapter 124: Chapter 10: Bribery (2) (Third Update) The silent night, the blood-red moon. The wind blew softly. Even in her sleep, Shelley started grinding her teeth, mumbling incomprehensible words in her dreams. The commotion outside the tent continued. Arthur’s carriage slowly made its way toward the Golden Snake Camp. Through the rear window of the carriage, he looked back at Camilla’s carriage, which was approaching the Gray Camp from another direction. It seemed like the two sides took turns, as Arthur left just as Camilla arrived. Lusien V’s face couldn’t look any worse. Unlike Arthur’s slowly departing carriage, Camilla’s carriage moved at a "normal" speed. Andre, riding on horseback behind, kept urging them on. If they were on the town’s streets, it wouldn’t be so bad; after all, the town’s roads were relatively smooth. However, this was the wilderness. There weren’t even roads here. As a result, the whole carriage kept bumping around, and inside, Camilla was shaken so much that she couldn’t help but clutch her chest. At one point, she was jolted from one end of her seat to the other. Her small frame seemed like a leaf in a turbulent stream. From behind, Gene II took a deep breath, looking smugly in the direction of the Golden Snake Camp. Finally, the carriage arrived. Andre quickly dismounted, rushed over to open the door, and helped Camilla out. When she got off, Camilla was in a dizzy state, unable to stand steadily. Before she could steady herself by holding onto the carriage, Andre had already started urging her again. When she couldn’t move anymore, he trotted over to Gray, bowed politely, and said softly, "Holy Knight, I apologize, this is Miss Camilla. She..." "I understand, let her rest for a moment. Human girls are more fragile." "Human girls? Oh, thank you for your understanding, Holy Knight." Bowing again, Andre turned and ran back to Camilla’s side. By the campfire, the dwarf with the club stretched his neck to look: "Hey, our Holy Knight is really impressive. Everyone scrambles to meet him. One just left, and another has come. Hahaha." "Exactly, exactly! Our Holy Knight is the best!" Cross-eyed, yelling loudly, causing the other dwarves to laugh heartily. "Hmph," Jones sneered from the side. "So now it’s ’our’ Holy Knight? Didn’t think dwarves could be so sycophantic." "This is actually better." Nearby, Dora muttered into her cup, "Better than plotting a rebellion a few days ago, right?" Andrew stood with his arms crossed in front of the campfire, biting into a piece of fruit brought back by the Silver Moon Knights, staring at the fire, lost in thought. About thirty meters away, Gray stood silently, watching, waiting. The Black Cat murmured, "The difference is too much, isn’t it? That Arthur, though awkward, was at least presentable. This one hasn’t even started talking, and she’s almost falling apart." With great effort, Camilla finally composed herself, taking small steps toward Gray with Andre’s support. "Honorable Holy Knight, it’s a pleasure to meet you for the first time. I am Camilla... Duke Bert’s daughter, Camilla. May your glory be with the Holy Spirit." Hearing her voice, the Black Cat couldn’t help but be taken aback. "Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Camilla." Gray made the sign of the cross on his chest as a greeting. Standing beside Camilla, Andre whispered, "Miss, your hat." Camilla paused, seeming to remember, and hastily pulled down the hood covering her head, revealing her true appearance. Chewing on a wild boar hock, his mouth full of grease, the dwarf with the club was stunned, his eyes slowly widening. The dwarf with the front tooth tapped the bandaged dwarf beside him, pointing towards Camilla. The once noisy dwarves all stopped their activities, stretching their necks to gaze at the nearby Camilla. The entire camp gradually quieted down. "Is that... a human?" The Black Cat hiding inside Gray’s armor couldn’t believe his eyes. Following their gaze, even Andrew was dumbfounded, forgetting to chew the fruit in his mouth. There stood a petite girl with light golden hair and delicate features. Or perhaps, delicate couldn’t even describe her. It was a face more exquisite than an elf’s, with fair skin, and bewildered blue eyes like stars, a small face, delicate brows, and a pretty nose. Her features were flawless, beyond reproach. The blood-red moonlight cascaded down but seemed unable to touch her. Standing there, she naturally emitted a unique radiance that instantly captivated everyone’s attention. Like a flower, yet with a dreamy quality to her beauty. Even the Undead Knights, whose standards for beauty had long dulled, paused because of her presence. In contrast to everyone’s astonishment, she seemed flustered. At that moment, she blinked nervously, clasping her hands in front of her like a frightened animal, her gaze shifting constantly, never daring to meet Gray’s eyes. "I understand..." sighed the Black Cat. "She’s not here to negotiate. She’s a gift herself." "A gift herself?" Gray, who had awakened as an undead, clearly had some misconceptions about beauty. Perhaps only he couldn’t appreciate Camilla’s beauty. "Yes, I think Gene II’s intention is to offer his daughter to you. See, I told you, if you wanted something, someone would be willing to give it to you." "But why would he give me a person?" "Uh... how to explain this? It’s like a squirrel giving you its best nuts. You might not discern between nuts, but it’s a gesture of goodwill. Something like that." After thinking, the Black Cat quickly added, "Though it’s a gift, don’t react like before. Refuse if you must, but be polite. Among nobles, a failed proposal could lead to war. It’s about honor." "Alright, I understand." "Every time you say ’I understand,’ honestly, I get anxious. I always fear you’ll create trouble." The Black Cat grumbled. "No, I won’t. I have a thorough understanding of human nature." "Oh, sure." Perhaps Gray and the Black Cat whispered for too long, the brown-haired Knight beside him, Andre, coughed lightly and asked softly, "Holy Knight, won’t you invite us into your tent?" "No, I won’t invite you into my tent," Gray responded directly, "*To maintain impartiality, I won’t meet privately with anyone from either side.* So if there’s anything to discuss, we’ll do it here." "Here?" "Yes. You wanted to talk, so we’ll talk here. His Majesty can see us clearly from there. It’s fairer that way." Andre, at a loss for words, could only smile and spread his hands, saying, "As you wish. You talk." Saying this, Andre stepped back, but halfway, he noticed Carl still standing behind Gray. He returned to pull Carl away, murmuring, "Knight, couldn’t you see how long your Holy Knight just stared blankly? In such a situation, you should step away oneself. Do you expect the Holy Knight to tell you to leave?" With Carl pulled away, people in the camp surrounded them from afar, craning their necks to watch. Even Andrew, who was munching on fruit, joined in. After all, everyone appreciates beauty, and elves are especially discerning about it. The entire camp remained silent. ... "Huh? Why’s it so quiet?" Half-asleep, Shelley opened her eyes, murmuring, "I’m not used to it when these guys aren’t making noise..." She turned over and hugged her pillow, continuing to sleep. ... Seeing the scene play out, Gene II clapped his hands in joy. On the other side, Lusien V cursed in anger, "Shameless! I’ve never seen such shamelessness! Offering his own daughter!" He then held his head, sighing, "Damn it, I should’ve had more daughters too. One son is enough. What’s the use of more? If one daughter is worth ninety thousand tons of grain... oh heavens, how valuable must she be!" ... The wind blew softly, and Gray stood quietly, watching Camilla. Camilla blinked blankly, standing there, occasionally smoothing her hair, still not daring to look at Gray. Her gaze always seemed particularly confused, as if hidden behind a veil. The two stood there, just standing. Gray remained silent. Camilla, blushing, also remained silent. In this world, few humans could force Gray to speak first. After all, for an immortal Lich, time was not particularly pressing. However, Camilla managed to do it. After standing for an entire hour, Gray couldn’t help but speak, "I heard you wanted to talk to me." Camilla, startled, stepped back. Regaining her composure, she timidly stepped forward again, lowered her head, and cautiously said, "Yes... my father asked me to speak with you. But I don’t know what to say." "You don’t know? Didn’t your father tell you what to discuss?" "He did, but I can’t tell you." "Can’t tell me?" Camilla’s face turned red to the tip of her ears. She nodded heavily, still not daring to meet Gray’s gaze, then fell silent again. "Can I just say it directly?" Gray asked the Black Cat. "What do you want to say?" The Black Cat was stunned. "I want to be direct. She says nothing, so I can’t even refuse, nor do I know what to say." ... "How long have they been talking?" Lusien V asked. A guard beside him answered softly, "Two hours." "What needs to be discussed for two hours? What can take so long?!" Lusien V exclaimed, hopping mad. Arthur stayed far away, not daring to provoke his furious father. ... About three hours had passed, a full three hours. The night wind grew colder, and Camilla wrapped herself tightly in her cloak. Unable to bear it any longer, Gray said, "It’s getting late. Maybe you should head back now?" "Can I go back?" Camilla sighed in relief as if granted amnesty. "Yes, of course, you can go back anytime." "Thank you, Holy Knight. I’ll leave first then." She bowed to Gray, stepped back slowly, retreated a few steps, then returned, cautiously asking, "If, I mean if. If my father asks me to come again tomorrow, may I come?" "You need to come again tomorrow?" Gray was a bit puzzled. Camilla whispered, "Knowing my father, he might insist on it, so I wanted to ask your opinion first." After thinking, Gray said, "If he absolutely wants you to come, you can, but if not, it’s best not to." "Thank you, Holy Knight. I’ll leave now." She said, stepping back step by step, until she was more than five meters away from Gray, then lifted her long dress and turned to board her carriage.

Chapter 124 - 10: Bribery (2) (Third Update)

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