I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 701 - 701 700. Sustainability and Overfishing_1

Chapter 701: 700. Sustainability and Overfishing_1 Chapter 701: 700. Sustainability and Overfishing_1 The red-armored knight’s brow furrowed, wondering what Lu Ban could possibly mean.

He was only filled with anger, as no commoner had ever dared to defy him like this before.

In these lands, as a member of an outsourced small squad belonging to

the Duke’s guard, he held even more power than some of the barons who bought their titles.

Whoosh—

He lifted his whip, making it whistle through the air.

The whip was about to land on Lu Ban’s body, this time, Lu Ban didn’t dodge.

The whip struck Lu Ban, slicing his body like a knife through flesh, embedding deep, then, the wounds suddenly healed, ensnaring the whip inside Lu Ban’s body.

At this sight, the red-armored knight’s eyes bulged; the shocking spectacle severely damaged his sanity. Behind him, his soldiers, who seemed elite, were thrown into disarray, even their horses retreated anxiously.

As for the villagers, they looked unsurprised, perhaps because living on the border, they were accustomed to seeing Demonic Beasts rampage and harm humans. Having witnessed every manner of death, it didn’t ripple much through their hearts.

Of course, it might also be because the long-term water source and land pollution had already heightened their pollution levels. The bizarre appearance that Lu Ban was displaying was within their threshold and simply couldn’t reduce their sanity any further.

But those knights weren’t so fortunate.

Perhaps never truly having fought a real Demonic Beast, only bullying others with their status, looking at Lu Ban’s current form, you could almost see the [Sanity -1] [Sanity -1] indicators popping above their heads.

Especially the red-armored knight, he tried to pull back his whip to no avail; the whip seemed to have taken root in Lu Ban’s body, unmoving.

The expression on the knight’s face was as if he had seen a ghost. He let go of the whip immediately, drawing out his long sword instead.

The long sword shone coldly, obviously sharper than the best sword in town.

“Demonic, a demon, seize him!” the red-armored knight bellowed, attempting to suppress Lu Ban with the advantage of numbers. But his men behind him were already quivering with fear, and if not for the fact that their horses were braver than they were and didn’t flee, those men would have probably already thrown away their armor and scattered in all directions.

“Don’t come here, don’t come closer!”

Upon the knight’s face instantly contorted an expression as ferocious as the one seen on Bu Jingyun.

He wanted to turn his horse and flee, but without a whip, it was impossible to do so just with reins. He could only stand there in a daze, watching Lu Ban approach him.

“Die, die, die!”

The red-armored knight started flailing his sword wildly in an attempt to fend off Lu Ban, but likely before Lu Ban, it was the knight who would harm himself.

And so, the gentle Lu Ban manifested the silver steel pen “Testament” in his right hand, and the red-armored knight’s movements abruptly halted.

Lu Ban grabbed the knight’s sword-wielding hand.

As if vines were extending from Lu Ban’s palm, the knight’s hand could not wield the sword any longer, only tearfully watching Lu Ban and begging for mercy.

“It won’t hurt, it’ll be over in an instant.”

Like coaxing a child to sleep, Lu Ban’s pen descended, and countless pieces of information leapt out from the man like pages from a book.

[The captain’s wife is really spirited, no wonder he looks so worn out every day.]

[Tonight, do I go for chicken legs or pork chops? I’ve had too much meat lately, getting a bit sick of it.]

[My swordsmanship is basically at the level of a grade-schooler picking up a stick, nowhere near inheriting even a fraction of my father’s martial skills.]

[Lustful, carrying on affairs with married women as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary.]

[At least I haven’t killed anyone, which is something to be congratulated for.]

After skimming through these words, Lu Ban felt that managing to survive this long in the chaotic Night Country was quite an accomplishment in itself.

Apart from being physically strong and having a good father who secured him a knight’s position, his biggest advantage was that he had no advantages; if he had any strengths, he wouldn’t be completely devoid of them.

Such a person, let alone fighting the Demonic Tide or battling Demonic Beasts, would cause trouble even in peacetime.

Not to mention that he, who was considered to be not bad since he hadn’t slaughtered people at random, guessed there were many others similar to him who had likely already violently killed those who contradicted them.

With a group of vermin like these, how could they ever save the Night Country!

After some thought, Lu Ban didn’t interfere too much.

He simply added a sentence to the chaotic information.

[Want to be Mr. Lu Ban’s dog]

Then, all the information receded.

The knight in red armor, a fellow named Brown, quickly came to his senses.

He looked at Lu Ban, then at the sword in his hand, and immediately, frightened, threw away the longsword. Then, he dismounted and knelt before Lu Ban without caring about the muddy ground.

“Lord Lu Ban, Lord Lu Ban, I was blind, please forgive me, please forgive me…”

He made as if to kiss Lu Ban’s shoes, but Lu Ban moved his foot away, letting him stand up.

“You tell me in detail about what the Duke is building.”

Lu Ban inquired.

The knight in red armor, Brown, immediately divulged everything about the Duke already having built several palaces and planning to build one more, and how they had been capturing laborers from everywhere to work on the projects.

Seeing their boss become so docile all of a sudden, his subordinates were initially puzzled, but soon, they followed suit, dismounted, and gathered around Lu Ban, answering whatever he asked.

It became clear to Lu Ban very quickly that the nobles of the kingdom probably hadn’t done a single real thing.

All they did was indulge themselves—so much so that, perhaps due to the horrors of the Demonic Tide, these noble lords had developed a live-for-the-moment mentality, believing in drinking deep from life’s cup of joy and not caring if tomorrow brought a deluge; consequently, these nobles were adept at relentlessly draining resources, capable of unearthing gold even from the mud.

Once again, the question arose: how could they save the Night Country with such vermin around?

Lu Ban glanced at the soldiers who were well-equipped but lacked any combat experience and then at the numb villagers who showed no reaction. He felt that trying to transform these people into a courageous and victorious army in a short span of time might be only slightly less difficult than getting Charlotte or Baobao to come and help him steamroll the situation.

With this in mind, Lu Ban believed that education couldn’t save the Night Country.

If they wanted to accomplish their mission, they would have to resort to more destructive and thorough methods.

Soon, Lu Ban remembered something he had once seen in the Silent Department Store.