Chapter 612 - 299: News from the Holy Council

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"In terms of purpose, it’s highly possible."

"At least I agree with Lord Rod."

Zhuo Ya tilted her head, frowning slightly, and hesitantly said, "But it’s not a simple matter to turn so many knights into undead servants."

"The corpses of knights refined are certainly not ordinary decaying bodies."

Zhuo Ya shrugged slightly, "Although I don’t understand the exact method, it at least requires a lot of corpses to support, and possibly even more resources."

"Hmm, makes sense."

Lusen pondered for a moment and asked, "Then why do the people of the Western Alliance go to such great lengths to steal and rob knight corpses?"

"As nourishment?"

Zhuo Ya sat in the chair and continued, "The flesh and blood of knights have ample life force, and even after death, they can nourish the array."

"I think a junior knight can cultivate at least three skeleton monsters."

"Of course, to become a powerful silver skeleton monster, other methods should be needed."

Saying this, Zhuo Ya smiled, her tone somewhat casual,

"Actually, we don’t need to guess here. Why not have Commander Leon send people to investigate this carefully?"

"Commander Leon has already sent three teams to investigate, and our companions have also helped."

Lusen’s tone revealed helplessness, "But there’s been no progress, and no traces have been found."

"Even though Commander Leon also finds this matter strange, the battlefield is tense now, and the undead have disappeared."

Lusen walked to the table, sighing softly, "For now, they don’t want to waste too much manpower on this."

Currently, the Empire’s army and the Noble Alliance Army have advanced to the Empire’s southwest border but have not found any traces of the undead and knight corpses.

Lusen knew in his heart that this meant the other party likely hid somewhere within the Western Alliance.

In that case, relying solely on Leon’s forces makes the search somewhat difficult.

"I originally wanted to report the situation here to the wise, but Commander Leon gave me a piece of news."

Lusen frowned and said, "He said there will be special people to handle this matter."

"Who? The Royal Family?"

Zhuo Ya was slightly taken aback, full of confusion, and asked, "Shouldn’t these matters be handed over to us?"

The Empire is now cooperating with the Dawn Society, and such extraordinary matters are generally led by the Dawn Society.

That’s why Zhuo Ya has been staying at Blood Crow Castle.

Lusen looked at Zhuo Ya and spoke slowly, "Leon’s news is that they might come from the Holy Council in the Land of the Gods."

"What?"

Zhuo Ya stood up abruptly, "Doesn’t the Empire know about our relationship with the Holy Council?"

"They know, but Leon said the Empire cannot offend the Holy Council by rejecting their goodwill."

Lusen explained, "The Empire will mediate our relationship with the Holy Council."

"A bunch of liars!"

Fury filled Zhuo Ya’s eyes, "The Royal Family wants balance! They want the Holy Council to restrict us!"

"I’m done!"

Zhuo Ya angrily slapped a skull off the table onto the floor!

"What does it matter who becomes Emperor of the Broken Rock Empire to us? What does it matter to us if those fools turn into undead?"

"Disgusting methods, let them all die!"

As Zhuo Ya spoke, she quickly began to pack up the items on the table.

It was clear she wasn’t just venting; she really intended to leave.

Zhuo Ya was young and well-favored in her family, having never suffered such grievances.

"Calm down first, Zhuo Ya!"

Lusen stepped forward to block her, advising, "We still don’t know the full situation; things might not be as we imagine!"

Lusen restrained from saying that if the Royal Family truly accepts the Holy Council’s help, the Dawn Society wouldn’t have much choice.

If they voluntarily give up their relationship with the Royal Family, they might end up in an even more passive situation.

"Then I’ll resume research once everything is clear!"

Zhuo Ya casually tossed the things in her hand onto the table, "Just as well, I haven’t rested in a long time, and I’m going upstairs to sleep."

"Wait a moment."

Lusen called out to Zhuo Ya, a smile on his face, "Zhuo Ya, would you like to go see your father?"

"Father?"

Zhuo Ya’s eyes lit up, her anger instantly replaced by excitement,

"Where is he? Has he arrived?"

Lusen nodded and said, "This time, Baron Harun is responsible for transporting supplies and is stationed in the town outside Blood Crow Castle. If you want to see him, I’ll take you."

"Of course!"

Zhuo Ya didn’t hesitate at all, heading straight for the door,

"I wonder if the old guy has gotten any older!"

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In the center of the town outside Blood Crow Castle, in the square.

The soldiers were busy loading bags of supplies onto the carriages.

"Be careful, don’t relax just because we’re behind the front lines!"

Baron Harun glanced over the square and shouted, "If you don’t want to die, stay alert! I don’t want to return with just the hilt of a broken sword belonging to any of you."

In this era, soldiers have no dog tags; broken sword blades, hilts, spearheads, or named money bags are the symbols of a fallen soldier’s identity.

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers responded in unison, immediately invigorated.

Zhuo Ya walked up with Lusen at a relaxed pace.

"Oh, who is this handsome middle-aged baron?"

Zhuo Ya crossed her arms over her chest, tilted her head at Harun, with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Hmm?"

Harun turned his head, his face lighting up with joy, dispelling the fatigue,

"I was wondering who it was, turns out to be my little witch!"

Harun quickly stepped forward, hugging his daughter Zhuo Ya tightly.

Zhuo Ya also embraced Harun, her head naturally resting in her father’s chest.