Chapter 442: Might as Well Not Have Tried to Comfort
"Is the Flame King famous in this world?"
Fang Zhou recalled the Holy Sword that the queen had birthed from the flames; the title was indeed well-deserved.
"Of course, he is famous, as he was humanity’s last ruler."
Night Mouse lamented, "After the apocalypse arrived, the Flame King led the last elite warriors of humanity to attack the Black Soul King, suffering total defeat before Fran Fortress, completely burying humanity’s last hope."
Fang Zhou questioned, "You seem to have a low opinion of her?"
Night Mouse shook his head, "This is an objective description, not a judgment. In some ways, I quite admire her for being able to become a ruler respected by all as a woman."
Fang Zhou chuckled, "If you go back out there, you’ll know that female rulers are common, outside are male rulers who are rare."
He asked again, "What is the Flame King’s name?"
"I don’t know, many people only know her title, but her real name, not many know."
As they flew and chatted, Night Mouse shared many stories about the Flame King, and Fang Zhou quietly memorized them for later use to flatter the Flame King, hoping she might respond.
Last night, Fang Zhou had traversed more than half of the Cold Valley, and after flying for a short time after dawn, he reached the valley’s end.
The dense forest suddenly disappeared, and before him appeared a vast swampy mountain range.