Perhaps you can accompany me for a time, but in the end, you will also depart…” “That is hard to deny.” Gwyn smiled upon hearing this.
“However, as for lifespan, there is no need to worry—you should have noticed that what flows in my body is not bright red blood, but Golden Blood.
Although its origin is mysterious, with this Golden Blood, I likely won’t die of old age; at most, I might die in battle during intense fights like last night’s.” “Good!” Upon hearing this, Hysilens’s eyes brightened, and she suddenly crouched in front of Gwyn— “Just like an anemone and a little fish, I will provide you with protection, and you must stay by my side.” “It’s a deal.
As long as you are willing, I will stay by your side—” Gwyn raised his hand tremblingly, “Even death shall not separate us.” “Hmm, until death.” Hysilens gently held his hand, as if holding a treasure.
Her expression, which had always been as calm as water and indifferent, was finally broken, revealing a hint of a smile Gwyn had never seen before and a touch of determination.
Gwyn knew this smile was not because of him…
not just because of him, but more because of a sense of familiarity Hysilens found in it.
“The road ahead is long and arduous…” Gwyn sighed inwardly.
Under Hysilens’s care, Gwyn’s injuries gradually improved, and he slowly regained the ability to move.
By the time Gwyn could walk normally, Hysilens was also ready to move to another place.
“Leaving here, do you have a destination?
For example, a city-state nearby?” Gwyn asked Hysilens.
“…” Hysilens shook her head in silence, simply watching Gwyn quietly.
“Then shall I decide?” Seeing Hysilens looking straight at him, Gwyn knew she wanted him to make the decision.
During the time he was recuperating, besides listening to music, he had also obtained some information from Hysilens…
or rather, he had emptied out whatever dry goods Hysilens had in her belly— Hysilens hadn’t been on land for long.
Nearby, there was only Sticoxia downstream of the river, but that former oceanic city-state had become a dead city because of the Dead Dragon crash; it was useless to go there without finding Castorice.
Hysilens hadn’t been to other surrounding city-states, only having heard of them from the occasional Amphoreus people she encountered.
“It is now the 3772nd year of the Light Calendar…” Based on the time point he had previously obtained from Hysilens, Gwyn began to think about places they could go now.
“Okhema…
I can’t be sure of the specific situation now, but without Caesar in charge, it’s not a good place; it’s probably a pit of infighting.
Janusapolis…
now that Tribbie has left, it’s also a pit…
The Divine Enlightenment Pavilion…” Gwyn went through the information about Amphoreus in his mind and selected a target— “Let’s head west and look for the Hanging Blade City.” Gwyn told Hysilens his target.
“Hanging Blade City?” Hysilens tilted her head slightly—she hadn’t heard this name from anyone else.
“Hmm, Hanging Blade City is a rare city-state that follows the Strife, Nikador.
Nikador has fought in all directions, and one of his goals is to drive people from the outer city-states of the land, keeping them away from the Black Tide.
At the same time, Hanging Blade City is a warlike city-state; theoretically, if one is strong enough, one could even become the Lord of the Hanging Blade.
With your strength, once you arrive there, unless Nikador personally intervenes, no one should be your match.
By then, whether it is suppressing the Hanging Blade Festival with force to ascend the throne, making Hanging Blade City fight against the Black Tide, or enjoying the banquet after the battle, it should all be able to make you a bit happier.” Gwyn explained with a smile.
“Good, let’s go to Hanging Blade City!” Hysilens’s eyes brightened at these words, and she agreed with Gwyn’s choice.
With Hysilens there, even though Amphoreus was currently in an era of war and strife, crossing the continent from Sticoxia in the east to Hanging Blade City in the west was not a difficult task for the two of them.
As they went deeper into the continent, the population gradually became denser, and Gwyn obtained more accurate information, leading Hysilens to find the mobile fortress, Hanging Blade City.
The rest was very simple— Hanging Blade City respected the strong, at least on the surface, it revered powerful warriors.
And in this era, Hysilens was the strongest beneath the gods!
Even though it was not the time for the Hanging Blade Festival, Hysilens, by virtue of her record of fighting one thousand people without a single casualty, quickly became a legend in Hanging Blade City.
Hanging Blade City had never lacked strong individuals, from the first King of Xuanfeng, Gorgon, who followed in Nikador’s footsteps, to the sons of Gorgon who won the Hanging Blade Festival generation after generation, to those who followed Nikador’s footsteps to conquer in all directions—they were undoubtedly powerful warriors.
But even in Hanging Blade City, where strong people emerged in large numbers, they had never seen such a fierce person— She looked slender, even less so than ordinary women in Hanging Blade City, and the ragged clothes on her and her attendant did not look like those of warriors covered in glory.
Yet, this beautiful woman, who looked more like a wandering bard than a warrior, had single-handedly knocked down everyone in the garrison of Hanging Blade City!
Nikador above, could that be an incarnation of a Titan, coming to sneak-attack Hanging Blade City while the Strife was away?
But even if it were a Titan, it would not succeed!
The residents of Hanging Blade City were stirred up by the Council of Elders, determined to fight to the death against the evil attacker.
But when the people of Hanging Blade City were in a fervor, ready to fight to the last man, the scarred attendant following behind that “Titan incarnation” stood out and said they were not there to destroy Hanging Blade City, but to join it!
This news was shocking, and some hot-tempered individuals cursed out loud on the spot, feeling insulted by the enemy.
But after Hysilens knocked another group of impulsive young people to the ground, the terrified members of the Council of Elders finally sent someone to make contact.
After confirming that everyone who had been knocked down was at most injured or unconscious, and not a single one had died, the Senate high-profilely accepted this master and servant who had arrived with ill intent.
In less than half a day, this news spread throughout the tense Hanging Blade City.
The Hanging Blade people, who had been stirred up to fight to the death, were shocked, and their tension was gradually replaced by joy— A powerful warrior who might be second only to a god like a Titan, or even comparable to a god, had traveled thousands of miles to join Hanging Blade City; wasn’t this enough to prove the strength and righteousness of Hanging Blade City?
The blood of the Hanging Blade people, once stirred, did not cool down because the crisis was resolved.
The Senate simply ordered a grand banquet to be held to celebrate this powerful warrior joining Hanging Blade City!
Hanging Blade City, which had not yet fallen to the point where the Hanging Blade Festival was full of trickery, often celebrated because of exciting gladiator matches, so organizing it was a piece of cake.
Hysilens, this powerful warrior who had already been rumored to be “comparable to a Titan,” and her attendant were invited to the highest-spec banquet in the city, surrounded by cheers and applause.
The Hanging Blade warriors who had been easily knocked down by Hysilens not long ago now looked at this “delicate woman” with nothing but worship and fanaticism.
While drinking heavily, they sang the war songs of Hanging Blade to the accompaniment of passionate music.
The atmosphere was extremely noisy, and the passionate tunes and the numbing effects of alcohol made it very easy for people to immerse themselves.
Even Gwyn, a modern person who grew up in an era of peace, was quickly influenced by the passionate tunes around him in the face of this banquet, which some might call barbaric, and his blood began to race.
However, Gwyn noticed that although Hysilens beside him looked slightly moved, she was not affected by the environment; she was just drinking the strongest wine of Hanging Blade City, cup after cup.
A description suddenly popped into Gwyn’s mind— “The Knight of the Sword Banner Who Drinks a Thousand Cups Without Getting Drunk.” “How is the wine in Hanging Blade City?” “…” Hysilens tilted her head slightly, looking at Gwyn, who was not immersed in this grand banquet, her rosy lips parting slightly—