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Chapter 95 - 95 90 Unscrupulous Merchant _1

95: Chapter 90, Unscrupulous Merchant _1 95: Chapter 90, Unscrupulous Merchant _1 The turbulent water of the Lancang River flowed swiftly, the splashing waves hitting Carlo’s face, extinguishing his ardent blood.

Having flirted with the brink of death, he realized how precious life was.

Carlos had thought that as a devout believer, he could face life and death for his faith, but the truth proved otherwise.

The mission had been botched.

He didn’t find the Blood Moon Horn, and instead stirred up a massive mess.

Killing the King’s Special Envoy was a huge matter now out in the open.

Now not only the Alpha Kingdom wanted his life, and so did the Clergy.

To this day, he had no idea how he’d been exposed.

He’d been very careful, annihilating all traces after the murder and immediately fled with his people.

To preserve his identity, even the airborne dragon mount was left tens of miles away.

He had prepared proof of his absence.

Theoretically, the Alpha Kingdom shouldn’t have doubted them.

They tended to the wounded in a small town two hundred miles away, a remote place that was a secret hideout of the Clergy.

It should have been safe enough.

Under normal circumstances, even if the Alpha Kingdom sensed something, they should have already left by the time the kingdom’s forces reached them.

Unfortunately, as soon as they settled down, the Nobles’ Allied Forces attacked the following day, without even giving them a chance to explain.

Many of their soldiers were killed on the spot before they could board the dragons.

Those left on the ground met a gruesome end, and those who took to the sky didn’t escape either.

Even though the Alpha Kingdom didn’t have Flying Dragon Cavalry, it didn’t mean they had no way of dealing with them.

The few great nobles pooled their airborne magic beasts, along with the Kingdom’s Gryphon Cavalry, and formed a force to hunt them down.

Without exception, the Dragon Cavalry that had entered the Alpha Kingdom were completely wiped out.

Carlos’ lucky escape was thanks to the fast-flowing Lancang River.

His dragon was killed and he was swept downstream by the current, helping him evade the pursuers.

He floated downstream until now, when he regained consciousness.

Once he calmed down, Carlos realized he had committed a chain of supposedly smart yet foolish acts.

Evidence is only needed for the weak.

For the real big shots, as long as they believed you did it, whether there was evidence didn’t really matter.

Count Flado was heading to the Southeastern Province to deal with the Blood Moon Horn matter when an accident occurred.

The Clergy was thus the number one suspect.

From the start, they had been determined to pin the blame on them.

With this mindset, any trace they found naturally pointed towards the Clergy.

Even if the dragon was tens of miles away and they had arranged for an alibi, all these could be construed as reverse evidence.

No matter how desolate and covert the location, it still belonged to someone else.

Perhaps the hideout he thought so secretive had already been exposed to their sight for a long time.

Now that things had progressed to this stage, continuing to investigate the cause was pointless.

There was no returning to the Clergy, something this big had happened and someone had to take responsibility for it.

He couldn’t stay in the Alpha Kingdom either.

Having killed the King’s Envoy, a heap of nobles were looking to take his head and curry favour.

“Carlos, long time no see!

I didn’t expect to meet you again in such a sorry state.”

A familiar yet strange voice came, startling Carlos.

His intuition told him he should know this masked man, and they were quite familiar, yet he couldn’t remember who it was.

“Who are you?

When did we meet?

What are you looking for?”

To his soul-searching questions, the masked man hesitated for a moment and then burst into laughter.

“Carlos, don’t you really remember me?

You were introduced to me in the training camp.

Thirty years ago on a stormy night, a street child wandering about…”

Before the masked man could finish his words, Carlos quickly denied it.

“Impossible!”

“You couldn’t possibly be him!”

“He’s dead!

He died in the battle against heresy for the great Lord of the Dawn!”

He said emphatically, seemingly affirming that “he” was already dead.

However, the hesitation on his face had betrayed his innermost thoughts.

Thirty years ago, his family had suffered a catastrophe.

At the age of eight, he was forced onto the streets, living each day as it came.

Until one stormy, cold and hungry night, a mysterious knight appeared and changed his destiny.

Under the guidance of the mysterious knight, Carlos entered the Clergy’s Knight Training Camp and embarked on a new journey.

However, the rules were strict in the Clergy.

As a greenhorn knight-in-training, he could do nothing.

By the time Carlos was in a position to inquire about the mysterious knight who had changed his life, he was told that the knight had already fallen in battle.

All specific information was classified.

Even when Carlos became the Captain of the Second Dragon Cavalry Regiment, he wasn’t privy to such information.

“It seems you’ve recalled something.

However, those old matters are not important anymore.

The key point is what do you plan to do next?

You definitely cannot return to the Clergy.

Those corrupt parasites there may be inept, but their ability to shift blame is top-notch.

Although you messed up this mission, you’re not the main person to bear the responsibility.

If you delve deeper into it, the fool who released the Blood Moon Horn is the one truly to blame.

In a sense, you can be considered a meritous official, at the very least, you didn’t let the Blood Moon Horn fall into the hands of the Alpha Kingdom.”