Chapter 49 : Reporting to the Empire, Anotherworldly Protagonist?
Chapter 49: Reporting to the Empire, Anotherworldly Protagonist?
Old John hurriedly nodded.
“Of course, no problem at all, Brother Gregor, please—go ahead!”
“Such a traitor deserves to be executed by everyone!”
He could not wait for Gregor to throw his full strength against Cassius.
That way, the pressure on Oak Town would lessen a little.
Then—
Gregor solemnly bowed to Colin.
His posture was exceedingly humble.
“Priest Colin, I thank you for bringing such a crucial truth!”
“You are not only the benefactor who healed my body, but also the great savior who delivered me from an invisible trap!”
“For such grace, I, Gregor Wells, will surely repay it!”
“I shall also write immediately, reporting Cassius’s monstrous crimes to Earl Ladd, and send a copy to the Imperial Military Department!”
“I want this traitor ruined and disgraced, nailed to the pillar of shame!”
Although he knew that the Empire was now barely able to manage its own affairs, and that the Military Department might have become a mere shell,
At the very least, Cassius’s name must be utterly tarnished—
And the Morgan family must become the target of all!
At the same time—
Gregor also planned to secretly contact his old subordinates.
To gather strength and wait for the time for revenge!
Colin slightly bent his body in return. “May the Holy Light guide your path, Lord Gregor.”
“To expose the darkness is also to spread the light.”
One of Colin’s goals on this trip had been easily achieved.
He intended to use Gregor, this noble blade, to stir up the muddy waters of Williams Territory—
To create trouble for Cassius, to make them bite at each other like dogs!
This was also the strategy he and Liz had discussed beforehand.
Holy Light Town needed time to develop.
And the enemy of one’s enemy—was the best ally!
At least, for now...
...
Earlier—
When Colin and his group entered Oak Town,
Not far behind them, a figure wearing a plain traveler’s cloak—
Followed with the last batch of townsfolk entering the gate, stepping onto the cobbled road of Oak Town.
That person was none other than Lynn’s 【Divine Descent Avatar】!
For the time being, his true body could not advance, and his Holy Radiance was only moderately restored.
Lynn intended to step out and truly experience the customs and atmosphere of this world.
And to prevent this avatar from dissipating too quickly—
He spent a full one thousand points of Holy Radiance, allowing this Second-tier avatar to persist for about ten days.
That would be enough time for him to do many things and even reach distant places.
Strangely enough—
Lynn had recently felt a faint unease in his heart.
He did not know whether it was due to learning about the hidden parasitic plague in Lemon Port, which worried him,
Or whether some mysterious instinct was warning him—
That something major was about to happen!
In any case—
His true church body was far away in the Mistwood.
If something really happened to Colin’s group here—
Would the prayers manage to pierce through the dense forest and reach his senses?
Lynn honestly had no confidence in that!
After all, he was not the true, omnipresent god or a real angel from the legends.
His foresight and grasp of the bigger picture—
All depended entirely on the range of his divine perception.
Therefore, after much thought, Lynn decided to personally follow.
This avatar—was his hidden piece outside the board of this chess game!
A secret backup, just in case!
…Stepping into Oak Town—
The noisy hum of voices surrounded Lynn.
He quietly observed this bustling town.
Shops stood in rows, lights beginning to flicker on.
The air was filled with the aroma of food and the sour smell of cheap ale.
However—
Scenes like this, Lynn had seen countless times in the cities of his past life.
They were far less dazzling than the neon lights and drunken glamour of the past.
He soon lost interest.
His gaze was instead drawn to the scene nearby, behind him.
Several men in leather armor of Oak Town’s guards—
Were lazily leaning against the stone pillars of the gate arch, collecting the entrance tax.
Most guards carried the slick shrewdness of street folk.
They greeted familiar merchants and mercenaries with practiced ease.
Occasionally, when an old farmer entered the city with his pretty daughter, they would wink at each other—
And demand a few extra copper coins as a “convenience fee.”
Don’t want to pay?
Even better!
Then they would have an excuse to lay their hands on the pretty girl, taking a bit of advantage while pretending to do their job.
Another old woman pushing a vegetable cart came trembling forward, handing over a few copper coins.
She smiled ingratiatingly at a burly, scar-faced old guard. “Master Hans, please, have mercy, today’s harvest wasn’t good...”
“Enough nonsense, Aunt Newman. Rules are rules!”
The guard named Hans waved his hand impatiently.
As the copper coins clinked into his pouch,
His eyes drifted toward a young girl pushing another cart nearby—
His gaze filled with the petty greed of a lowly official.
Clearly—
These guards were no good people.
But in such a backward, medieval town, it actually felt rather reasonable.
The fact that they did not openly seize women in broad daylight—was already considered a mark of restraint.
Naturally, Lynn’s focus was not on them for long.
Since no lives were at stake, he had no reason to intervene.
However—
Lynn soon noticed a small anomaly.
His gaze locked onto one of the young guards.
The man was very young, perhaps just past twenty.
His build was not particularly strong, but he stood unusually straight.
Compared to his slouching companions, he looked completely out of place.
Moreover, there was no hint of the streetwise grin on his face, nor contempt for the farmers, nor greed for money.
Only a calm—almost indifferent—expression.
What made Lynn even more curious was that—
The other guards, whether the greedy Hans or the two older men joking with each other,
Seemed to deliberately keep their distance from him.
When they talked,
Their eyes rarely fell on the young guard.
They hardly spoke to him when assigning tasks or collecting fees.
That young guard stood there silently, isolated, like someone being bullied.
“Tsk tsk, workplace exclusion, a newcomer being picked on?”
The thought flashed through Lynn’s mind.
He had once struggled through office politics in his previous life.
He had seen all kinds of human warmth and coldness, all kinds of workplace intrigue.
Newcomers being ostracized by veterans—
Especially those who got in through connections—was all too common.
However—
When Lynn carefully observed the young guard’s eyes,
He immediately noticed something unusual!
There was none of the awkwardness, flattery, or suppressed anger common in new recruits.
When he watched Hans extort the old woman and tease the girl—
His eyes showed no indignation.
Instead—there was an aloof indifference!
Even a trace of contempt!
As if he were watching a group of soon-to-die fools!
“How strange,” Lynn muttered under his breath.
“What’s this kid’s background? Holding the script of an ‘Otherworldly Protagonist’?”
You may look down on me now—!
But when my destined time comes in three years, you’ll all regret it and won’t even dare look me in the eye!
Lynn quickly dismissed that absurd idea.
If someone truly had deep backing or heaven-defying potential—
Why would they stoop to be a lowly city gate guard?
The position did have a bit of petty profit, but it was hardly lucrative or prestigious.
Because of that—
Lynn’s curiosity deepened.
His instincts told him—
This young guard was hiding some great secret!