Grush set off from Windtown with his bags on his back and headed west.

He passed through several towns and several mountain villages, and Grushh was slightly relieved that he hadn't noticed anything unusual there for the time being.

For now, at least, the new system that the chief maid presented to the world was relatively perfect, unlike the current aristocracy, old and new, who would do whatever it took to gain wealth as long as they had a territory.

In this era, the fastest way to obtain wealth is to squeeze the people, and even the nobility does not have many ways to get money.

Because they were the most noble in their realm, even a king could not easily deprive a nobleman of his title.

The quality of the aristocracy was uneven, which led to many bad things.

Fortunately, Grush did not find this situation in the Duchy of Sorrow, which also shows the superiority of the existing system of the Duchy of Sorrow, and if this system can be extended to the whole world, then the world may become a better place......

Despite this, Grush did not hold out any hope for it.

Human nature is greedy, if you insist on letting those nobles step down from their positions, it will only lead to a war, but if those nobles continue to sit in their positions, what difference does it make if the system is changed or not?

Grush sighed and shoved the last bite of bread into his mouth, chewing on the cold, hard crumbs in his mouth, and he couldn't help but compare the bread with the delicacies of Windcity.

At this time, he also understood what it means to 'go from thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift', and this sentence is indeed not wrong.

This little setback could not affect his steadfast heart, and after sitting still and resting for a while, he lifted his backpack, glanced up at the sun, and continued to the west.

He was now not far from the western border of the Duchy of Sorrow, and as long as he followed this path, he would be able to reach the Kingdom of Kurt.

There is also a fortress town ahead, and after passing that fortress town, you will leave the territory of the Duchy of Sorrow.

Although he is a little reluctant, Grush knows that there are still many things in this world that need to be done!

He only kills, then it is enough for him to only kill.

Grush continued to move west, the Duchy of Sorrow was mountainous, and now he appeared in front of him on a winding road, because the mountain was too thick to make tunnels, so he could only choose to build a winding road, but even so, it created a lot of convenience for the merchants who came from the Kurt Kingdom.

This is also the secret of the commercial prosperity of the Duchy of Sorrow - Grush couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the road that winded up the mountain like a gray python.

When he was in Wende City, he had seen many merchants who had come to 'learn from the scriptures', but none of them realized that in fact, the way to make the whole principality rich was actually under their feet.

With several mountains in front of him, Grush didn't choose to go around the way.

In the Duchy of Sorrow, as long as you walk on the road, then it is safe, regardless of whether the passers are armed or not, the soldiers patrolling along the road and the service station not far away are also unique to this Duchy.

Due to the mountainous forests in the western part of the Principality, it was difficult to ensure that all places were equally safe, and the armies of the Principality of Sorrow could only protect the merchants who walked on the roads, and those merchants who tried to pass through other places to evade taxes were not under their protection.

If there is no quality inspection, it can be reissued, but if you lose your life, then there is nothing!

Frequent merchants know this, and in other places they will evade taxes because the lords in other places cannot guarantee their safety, but they need to pay taxes, and this is not a waste of money?

The Principality of the Sad Wind is different, and it is not worth risking your life for the sake of greedy for a small amount of money!

At times like these, Grush can still see convoys passing by from time to time, but this does not seem to be a surprising thing.

Halfway down the road, Grush suddenly stopped.

Here, he seemed to feel something again.

He turned his head blankly and looked to the southwest, and in that inaccessible deep mountain and old forest, there seemed to be something disgusting to him.

As a legendary paladin, he has a strong instinct, and he trusts his instincts.

Pursing his lips helplessly, Grush sighed.

He didn't believe it when Ziegler talked about it before, but now he was somewhat convinced that he was really an unlucky ghost watched by the goddess of doom, and that something could happen to him in almost many places, and even now, he was still in the Duchy of Sorrow!

In the territory of this principality, there can be 'such a thing'......

Without much thought, he tightened the strap of his backpack, and Grush jumped and slid down the mountainside.

In order not to startle the snake, Grush slid halfway up the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and quickly walked in the direction he had just sensed.

He felt that there were too many coincidences he had encountered, whether it was the mage he met in Mara City, or the artifact he encountered on the 'holy mountain' of the Eagle Plateau, everything was too coincidental.

Bad luck and luck are twins, and at such times, he doesn't know whether he is being watched by the goddess of bad luck or the goddess of luck.

Perhaps, he is just a toy in their hands?

This somewhat ridiculous thought made Grush amuse himself, and he smiled helplessly, but his right hand was already pressed on the hilt of the [Blazing Sun].

At this distance, he already felt a bit of warmth from the hilt of the sword, and he didn't want to startle the snake, so he suppressed the power emitted by this artifact.

This longsword can burn ordinary ghosts, but what can make him feel 'disgusting' is certainly not weak.

He fought with dignity, but before he could do that, he needed to figure out what he was up against.

As the distance approached, Grush could already smell the smell of blood in the air, but the smell was a little 'strange'.

There is a 'sweetness' in the smell of blood, but Grush himself is not a vampire, he is a holy warrior!

With a slight frown, Grush gently lowered his backpack, picked up the [Principles of Justice] and hung it on his waist, hunched over and continued to move forward.

There was no time to put on the armor, and in the woods, a person wearing armor was so loud that if there were any creatures in front of him, he would alarm 'them'.

But as the distance narrowed, Grush straightened up with a deep frown.

He could already be sure that there was no one in front of him, only a 'bloody altar'!

The hilt of the [Blazing Sun] did not burn Grush's palm, which meant that there was no 'evildoer' around.

In a clearing in the forest, there was a bloodstained stone altar carved with a chaotic and twisted Abyssal script, which Grush could not make out what was written, because the Abyssal Script was a mixture of demonic, abyssal, demonic, and demonic languages, and only the Abyssal and Devil's languages had a complete script.

If it weren't for a demon scholar, it would be difficult to make out the words at all.

If Ziegler hadn't been knowledgeable and needed to learn a lot as a mage, maybe they wouldn't have been able to resist that demonic sacrifice leading to Estem.

"Altar ......" The paladin took a deep breath and drew his sword angrily, slashing the altar in front of him in half with a single sword.

Looking at the bloody altar in front of him, Grush silently picked up the [Principles of Justice], and the silver light on it shone brightly.

It seems that he still needs to stay in the Principality of Sorrow for a while!(https:)

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