nagpurpolice Chapter 215 A Paradise Blessed by the Gods
Chapter 215 A Paradise Blessed by the Gods
The Slime Prison is located outside the south of the city, covering an area of nearly 500 square meters.
There weren't enough materials, so only one was built. We'll expand it to dozens more in the future to slowly gain combat experience.
Because it was made of iridium, a top-grade material, the surface of the wall has a purple hue. It is unknown what material the stone bricks are made of, but from a distance, it exudes a sinister aura.
When Richard arrived, a large crowd had already gathered outside the prison, and Anthony stood at the door with a solemn expression.
A male militiaman lay on the ground, his face ashen, his hands clutching his abdomen. Although there was a large hole in his leather armor, his skin was intact.
As one of the mission apostles withdrew his hand, which was glowing white, the lingering effect of the "Light of Life" still enveloped the militiaman.
Behind Anthony, a female militia member knelt on the ground, looking distraught, her long black hair obscuring most of her face.
—Kesalina.
Her leather armor was covered in mud and pale green slime, but she didn't seem to be injured.
"My lord!" Anthony bowed to Richard upon his arrival, his tone tinged with self-reproach: "It was my negligence in supervision that led to the accident involving the militia."
Richard waved his hand, his gaze falling on the militiamen who had just been healed and the kneeling Katherina, and said in a deep voice:
"Tell me, what exactly happened?"
Anthony didn't dare delay and began to report.
It turned out that it was Katherine's turn to conduct combat training with that male militiaman today, and the training officer in charge of instructing them went to relieve himself.
Before leaving, the training officer specifically instructed them to leave the prison and wait for his return.
But not long after the two of them left, a new green slime hatched in the hatching tank in the prison.
Kelsarina seemed to want to prove that even without reaching the transcendent level, she was capable of killing a transcendent monster single-handedly, thus impressing the legion.
So she ran inside by herself, and another male militiaman, worried that something might happen to her, followed her in.
Katherina is indeed very powerful. Using the finely forged longswords that the soldiers had discarded, she held her own against the slimes.
Unfortunately, she overestimated herself; lacking life energy, she could only inflict extremely limited damage on low-level transcendent monsters.
The male militiamen advised her not to be reckless and to come out quickly. Just then, a new slime hatched in the cell and happened to be blocking the entrance.
The two slimes attacked from both sides, and the result was predictable: the male militiaman had half of his ribs broken and multiple internal organs ruptured by one of the slimes.
If the guard in charge of training hadn't returned early and killed the monster, the two of them would probably have died inside.
Finally, Anthony added with a straight face:
"Kesalina violated several military orders, acted without authorization, and caused serious injury to her comrades, even nearly killing them. According to military regulations, she should be given thirty lashes and then expelled from the army."
Richard did not immediately express his opinion, but instead walked slowly to Catherine and looked down at her.
"Raise your head."
Kelsarina's body trembled violently, and she struggled to lift her head.
Her face was streaked with tears, and her once bright eyes were now dull and lifeless, filled with deep self-blame and regret.
Richard looked at her like this, took a deep breath, but couldn't suppress the surging disappointment and melancholy.
"Why? Is this how you waste the opportunity I gave you?"
Kelsarina's lips trembled as she opened her tearful eyes, choked out a sob, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"My lord...I..."
"I just want to prove myself, and then join the Legion as soon as possible to serve you..."
She longed to be a true warrior, to honor Chiffon, to protect the lord, and to repay the land that had given her a new life; this had become an obsession for her.
Richard's tone suddenly rose, tinged with anger: "What do you take the army for? Do you think that just because you've been promoted to a free citizen, you can act recklessly and disobey orders?"
He took a step forward, and the invisible pressure made Katherina involuntarily shrink back.
"The army emphasizes discipline and cooperation. Do you think you can fight a war with just enthusiasm? What's the difference between that and those disorganized and undisciplined thugs and bandits?!"
"Regarding what happened last time, the legion commander kept pleading for you, saying you were resolute and a fine soldier, but this is how you acted?"
At this point, he looked away from Katherina, suppressing his anger, and said softly:
"You have disappointed me greatly. From now on, you are expelled from the militia. Reflect on your mistakes."
Upon hearing the words "expelled from the militia," Kelsalina seemed to be broken by the last straw, letting out a short, mournful cry.
But she couldn't say anything; she could only curl up on the ground, her mournful cries sounding like the whimpers of a wounded wild animal.
...
Although Richard felt reluctant, military rules are military rules. If you make a mistake, you have to take the blame. Otherwise, morale will collapse, and what future can you talk about?
"Follow military regulations!"
Upon receiving the lord's explicit instructions, two guards quickly stepped forward, grabbed Catherine's arms on either side, and forcibly lifted her from the ground.
Anthony then drew his riding whip and stood three steps behind her.
At that moment, Kelsalina seemed to have her soul ripped out; she stood stiffly, her eyes terrifyingly empty.
Snap!
The crisp sound of the whip rang out, and the leather armor on his back was instantly ripped apart. A deep red bloodstain quickly appeared, and blood slowly seeped out.
The physical pain made her body tremble suddenly, but her face was ashen as she stared at the ground in front of her, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.
Richard couldn't bear to watch any longer, shook his head, and turned to walk towards the lord's manor.
Before leaving, he gave the Life Apostle a wink, and the other nodded, understanding his lord's meaning.
Fortunately, the problem isn't too serious. Let her be dismissed first, and then let her redeem herself through meritorious service when she joins the army later. Let her slowly climb back up.
He believed in her loyalty, which was why he kept giving her chances; he just thought she was too impatient and needed to be tempered.
...
Dark as ink.
Richard lost his appetite and had a silent dinner with Wendy before sitting alone in his study, lost in thought.
Knock knock knock.
A knock came at the door, and Lina came to report that Anthony had urgent business to discuss with her.
"My lord, Catherine has been staying in her room since she was tortured, and she hasn't even eaten dinner. I just brought her some food..."
At this point, he seemed incredulous, and said anxiously:
"But when I got there, I found she was gone, leaving only this letter!"
Richard was taken aback.
What does it mean to be missing?
He quickly took it and opened the folded envelope. The crooked handwriting was covered with blurry tear stains.
"Lord Richard and all the gods of the world:"
I, Catherine, was once a serf trampled underfoot in the mud.
You saved me from hell and gave me new life, dignity, freedom, and hope.
I should have offered you my blood, soul, remaining life, and faith with my humble and insignificant body.
But I, this filthy sinner, have, through foolish vanity and recklessness, personally destroyed the trust and glory you have bestowed upon me.
I am no longer worthy to look up at your figure, no longer worthy to be called your subject, and no longer worthy to stand on this divinely bestowed paradise called Chiffon.
I beseech Lord Richard and all the gods of the world to have mercy on me and banish me from the chaotic, sinful land beyond the divine realm.
If faced with certain death, one should atone for one's sins with one's own flesh and blood; if one is fortunate enough to survive, one should sing praises to the chiffon.
I swear by my soul, fallen back to hell, that I offer my most sincere prayers to the starlight and moonlight, asking all the gods of the world to bless Lord Richard.
May you enjoy longevity, good health, and boundless glory; may chiffon flourish forever and be blessed with lasting fortune.
—The sinner, Catherine.
...
After reading the letter, Richard remained silent for a long time.
The despair, self-loathing, and almost fanatical loyalty that permeate the words create a suffocating contradiction.
He could almost see the stubborn girl silently weeping, biting her fingers or lips to write this farewell letter with blood and tears.
She wasn't making excuses; she was judging herself in the cruelest way, completely exiling herself.
He felt a mix of emotions, including lingering anger at her lack of ambition, as well as bewilderment and shock at her extreme ideas.
...
Anthony asked cautiously:
"My lord, Catherine should have left not long ago, and is probably still in the Black Pine Forest. Should I take some men to find her?"
Richard remained silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head.
"No need. Since she wants to leave, let her go. Notify all the sentries that if they spot her, they must not stop her."
"But sir..."
"That's an order!"
...
After Anthony left, Richard was alone in the study once again.
He walked to the window, moved slightly, and silently floated out of the window, eventually hovering above the lord's mansion.
My gaze pierced through the deep night and fell upon the boundless black pine forest.
He knew that as Chiffon grew and expanded, people would come and go, but he never expected that the first to leave would be in this way.
Ugh...
Why go to such extremes...?
A long sigh dissipated into the endless night wind.
Hopefully, the cruel world outside will teach you how to live well, and not just how to atone for your sins.
...
Meanwhile, at the edge of the black pine forest, less than two miles from the Qifeng city wall.
Like a wounded lone wolf, Kelsalina buried herself deep beneath a pile of decaying branches and leaves.
Through the gaps in the layers of pine branches, his gaze desperately and greedily returned to the chiffon cake with its twinkling lights.
Just then, through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, she caught sight of a familiar figure silently floating above the lord's manor, on that clear, cold, and aloof bright moon.
The silvery moonlight outlined his tall and imposing figure, like a god looking down upon the mortal world...
In an instant, immense grief, guilt, gratitude, and unspeakable adoration overwhelmed her like a tsunami.
She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, using all her strength to suppress the wailing that was about to burst out of her chest, blood seeping from her bitten lips.
She struggled out of the withered leaves and knelt down devoutly in the direction of that figure, kowtowing again and again.
It was as if they wanted to imprint their humble souls, along with endless regret and blessings, onto this sacred land...