By the time Maud woke up from his slumber, it was already night.

He moved slightly, feeling his gauze-bound body, and Mod knew that he was halfway there, he had returned to Thunder City again, and blended into the wounded barracks of the Sunset City-State - after leaning on the support of his arms, he raised his upper body to look around, and Mod confirmed where he was.

After trying to sit up, Maud gritted his teeth and kept himself from making a sound.

Although the wounds on the body are bandaged and medicated, it is impossible to fully recover, and it takes at least about ten weeks for such injuries to fully recover.

"At least five hours asleep!"

Moving to the side of the window, Maud surveyed the dim sky.

In addition to being less troubled by being discovered, Mod's previous lethargy was more about getting a corresponding rest to gain more physical strength.

You know, his next plan is not a simple matter.

Especially, when his injuries are not healed.

However, this is not an excuse for Mod to stop the plan.

His gaze swept over the room in front of him.

In addition to the bed on which he was lying, there were five beds, two of which were occupied by wounded soldiers from the Sunset City-State, and the remaining three were empty, and clothes hung on a hanger next to a wounded soldier's bed, and next to the hanger was a rack of weapons and armor.

Without politeness, Maud put the garment on his body and picked up a long sword from the weapon rack.

If it weren't for the fact that the next action required enough silence, and his body was not good, Mod would have chosen armor with better defense.

throughout the process. Mode is light-hearted. Strive not to make a single sound.

Luckily. The wounded soldier lying here was completely in a deep stupor due to his injuries and fatigue, allowing Mod to accomplish such a thing with ease.

And that's just the beginning.

Mod did not solve two wounded soldiers.

Even if he wanted to kill all the people of the Sunset City-State, Mod still had his senses.

He undoubtedly chose the latter between the wounded soldiers of the two Sunset City-States in front of him and the Sunset City-State soldiers within the entire Thunder City-State.

Maud cautiously pushed open the door to the hospital room, and in a flash she plunged into the darkness.

Without any hesitation, Mod made his way towards the palace in Thunder City.

That's where the people of the Sunset City-State place their monsters.

Only spacious, tall palaces and lawns can accommodate those who are huge.

And the route of progress is naturally not a problem for Mode, who used to be the leader of the second squadron of the Thunder City Guard Legion.

And even more fortunately, the wounded barracks were established in the aristocratic district. It's close to the palace of Thunder City!

Whew, Whew......

Standing in a shadow, Maud let his breath be long and weak.

And when a patrol of soldiers approached, it was holding their breath.

By the time the patrolling soldiers had done it, Mord had scurried into another shadow.

The whole process was full of ups and downs, and it was completely impossible to see that Maud was an injured and extremely seriously injured person.

And after repeating this several times, Mod is already close to the goal.

Roar! Roar!

The roar of the tyrannical demon beast was still clearly visible through the heavy gate.

Standing in the shadows, Maud's eyes looked at the guards at the door.

A team of twelve guards was gathered there in full armor.

And. Not far away were soldiers patrolling back and forth.

Obviously, after the previous 'riot' of demon beasts. These Sunset City-States heightened their guard.

Clenching his sword, Maud scrutinized the guards, looking for an opportunity.

It's just that the guards of the Sunset City-State who were sent to guard here are obviously elite in the true sense of the word, and the opportunity that Mod was expecting to appear did not appear.

And the weakness in his body made Mod grit his teeth.

Can't wait any longer!

If you wait any longer, you won't even have the last chance!

Thinking of this, Mod began to move slowly.

He walked along the shadow on one side, ready to strike at the nearest guard close to him, and then, without closing the other guards, pushed the closed door open.

As long as he pushed open the door and released these unexpected 'demon beasts', he would be considered a success.

You know, these monsters are different from real monsters, they don't distinguish between enemies and me.

It's close!

It's closer!

Mod, clenching his sword, stared straight at his target's neck, and just as he was about to make a move, his whole body suddenly stopped moving.

Not only was he unable to move, but he was dragged backwards by a force.

Even, when Maud wanted to open his mouth, a force suddenly appeared in his jaw, so that he couldn't even scream.

Maud was shocked!

He thought he had been discovered!

However, Mod later discovered that he had not been pulled into the guarded area, but into a more hidden shadow on one side.

And this made Mod give up struggling.

At least, if it were a person from the Sunset City-State, he would never do it.

And in Thunder City at this moment, who else is there besides the people of the Sunset City-State?

Prisoners of war in the city-state of thunder!

Will it be our people?

Mod guessed.

Then, the speculation was quickly dismissed.

After all, as far as he knew, there was no one in the Thunder City-State who possessed such power.

Not even some wizards or shamans can do such a thing!

Many speculations poured into Mod's mind, but none of them could confirm what was in front of him.

Therefore, he could only widen his eyes to see the man.

It's a pity...... His eyes could only see the guards and patrols of the Sunset City-State in the distance, and the man was standing behind him, so he couldn't see it at all.

"Who are you?"

A low, hoarse voice rang in his ears.

At the same time, the power in Maude's jaw disappeared, allowing him to speak again.

Mod didn't scream.

Because. Mod is clear. Attracted the guards and patrols of the Sunset City-State. Nothing good for him.

In the same way, if the other party can let him go so easily, he will definitely not worry about the trouble caused by his yelling.

"Booker!"

Mod reported a pseudonym.

"Soldiers of the Sunset City-State?"

The other party continued to ask.

"Well, soldiers of the Sunset City-State!"

Maud replied with a nod.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have a personal vendetta with that guy and want to get revenge on him!"

"Which guy?"

"It's the guy I was about to give a hard blow!"

……

Between questions and answers, Maud didn't tell the truth.

Of course, Mod was wary of this man who had not even revealed his true face - Mod did not intend to tell the truth until he was sure who the other party was.

And the other party doesn't seem to have any intention of asking. Between the questions and answers, more than a dozen questions have passed.

"Who are you?"

"Booker!"

Abruptly, the other party asked another question, and Mode was immediately stunned, and hesitated for a moment before answering.

Then, the drum beat in Mod's heart.

began to quickly recall the questions the other party had asked before.

He needed to remember what the other person was asking.

However, the other party was far more difficult than Mod imagined, and after a dozen consecutive questions, it returned to the first few questions again.

While facing new problems. Then, remember the lies he answered. Mord's reply grew slower.

By the time the third round had passed, Mod's answer had become fragmented.

"Who are you?"

“……”

When asked again, Mord did not answer again, although he remembered that the answer was 'Booker', but Mod was equally clear that the other party already knew that he was lying.

Therefore, in this case, it is completely unnecessary.

"Who are you?"

The other party faced Mode's silence, but he was not impatient, but just asked.

"Can't you see it?"

Discovered by the other party, Mode, who did not hide it, sneered.

"I can see it, but I want to make sure!"

With these words, Mod's body, driven by that force, turned around and saw the person in front of him.

The wide hood obscured most of his face, revealing only a smooth chin.

No beard, apparently not very old.

Other than that, Mod doesn't have any information.

The wide hood and robe covered most of the information that could be seen with both eyes.

"You are a prisoner of war in the Thunder City Guard Legion...... Of course, you still need to introduce the specific name yourself! ”

As she spoke, Maud saw the other man take off his hood.

Under the hood, there is a handsome face, black hair, black eyes, and an expression of indifference, which does not exist in Mode's memory.

"I was influenced by Droz. Thunder's request is here! ”

The other party added.

"Your Highness?!"

Mord was stunned for a moment, and then immediately asked, "What about the evidence?" Also, who are you? ”

"Evidence? There is no direct evidence, though, that Droz. Thunder is in the Sunset City-State camp about 170 kilometers outside of Thunder City, if you want to ask for a certificate, you can go there and ask him! As for who I am? My name is Dean. Willing. Zelgan, a traveler who accidentally entered Defendiran! ”

Dean said slowly.

"Sage?"

Maud looked at Dean carefully.

"You can say the same thing!"

Dean shrugged his shoulders and looked at the man in front of him with a playful look.

Dean was sure that the other party was certainly not from Sunset City.

In fact, when the opponent entered Thunder City, Dean saw the whole process on one side.

That deliberate arrangement was clear in Dean's eyes.

And a prisoner of war from the Thunder City-State who did not flee from the fallen Thunder City, but took the trouble to return to Thunder City, naturally aroused Dean's interest.

Therefore, Dean quietly followed the other party.

Faced with Thunder City, which doesn't seem to have anything unusual on the surface, Dean doesn't mind having someone act as a 'guide'.

PS First Update~~~ (To be continued......)