Work Prophet
Chapter 469 - 87: Prophet, We Are Here!

Chapter 469: Chapter 87: Prophet, We Are Here!

"How many of you are there?" Li Yu asked.

"One hundred and twenty-six people, if it’s three slices each, that adds up to... that’s..."

"Three hundred and seventy-eight slices," Hawkeye said.

"That’s right, three hundred and seventy-eight slices," Giant Stone cracked a smile, "Of course, if you have more giant dragon blood, you could give it all to us."

"A mercenary group of over a hundred people?" Orwell snorted, "Such a group should be famous. Yet I’ve traveled half the continent and never heard of the name Eagle’s Wings."

"Oh, we’ve only recently formed," Giant Stone said, "We haven’t managed to spread our fame yet, but it’s only a matter of time."

"But I don’t have that much giant dragon blood on hand," Li Yu said, "Or you could wait another three days for me, and I’ll bring it to you next time I come from the Divine Country."

"How much do you have now?" Hawkeye asked.

"One hundred slices."

"That’s not enough," Giant Stone frowned, "We’ve come so far to escort the Saturday Minstrels and the believers, and it wouldn’t even be enough to give each person one slice."

"That’s why I’m asking you to wait another three days," Li Yu said flatly, "If you’re willing to wait, I can give you another hundred slices."

"Really?!"

Hearing this, Giant Stone’s eyes lit up, but then he heard Hawkeye beside him say, "No need for that, we actually have urgent matters to attend to and must leave right after delivering the people.

"Let’s settle for one hundred slices then. We intervened to help without expecting a reward in the first place, so receiving one hundred slices of giant dragon blood is already an unexpected joy. We dare not ask for more."

"Give us the one hundred slices of giant dragon blood and we’ll be on our way immediately."

Giant Stone was pained over the three hundred and seventy-eight slices of giant dragon blood that slipped through his fingers, considering the current price in the Royal Capital, that was over thirty thousand Gold Coins!

Even if they sold their loot at a reduced price, it would still be fifteen thousand.

However, Giant Stone was also clear that the act could only go so far before it fell apart. Once Li Yu and Kieren met with those believers, it was only a matter of time before the truth emerged.

At that point, not only would they not get a single drop of giant dragon blood, but they would also likely have to face the elites from the nobility and the Double Rest Sect.

Li Yu sent the guard from the Black Hound Brigade back and took one hundred slices of Sildenafil, handing them to Hawkeye.

The two robbers wasted no time, each swallowing a slice on the spot, and soon enough, reactions set in, with joy apparent on their faces.

Giant Stone gave a thumbs up, "The reputation of giant dragon blood is well deserved." After a moment he asked Li Yu, "When the effect wears off..."

"Don’t worry, the effects will naturally dissipate after some time," Li Yu answered.

"Very well then, it was a pleasure working with you," Hawkeye and Giant Stone exchanged glances, seeing the deal was done, began to think of leaving.

After exchanging a few cursory words with Li Yu and finding an excuse, they both crawled back into White Stone Beach.

As their figures disappeared from sight, Jude once again volunteered himself.

"Prophet, please grant me a Three-eyed Divine Bird. I will discreetly follow them to see just how many people they really have."

Li Yu pondered for a moment and then nodded, "Alright, just be careful, don’t follow too closely. If it’s dangerous, retreat immediately. It’s just a hundred slices of giant dragon blood, no need to take risks."

Jude accepted the order and then launched a drone into the sky.

Through the camera’s overhead shot, Jude quickly located Hawkeye and Giant Stone scrambling among the rocks.

They were clearly familiar with the terrain inside, having likely rehearsed several times already, and they moved quickly, almost breaking into a run.

Beyond that, Jude spotted another seven stealthy figures nearby, each hiding in different places. By now, they must have received the signal and began to retreat as well.

Jude, saying nothing more, strode after the last one of them.

Meanwhile, Li Yu had Orwell go back and call over two teams of guards, bypassing White Stone Beach, and the group headed towards the direction of the refugees.

More than the suspicious mercenaries, Li Yu was interested in the poet of Saturday they spoke of.

As the Prophet of the Double Rest Sect, Li Yu was well aware of the monks’ movements within the Church.

Considering the dominant position held by Silver Moon Church in the western territories and the potential threat from the Blood Moon Association, he hadn’t sent anyone from Green Field to do missionary work outside before this journey.

Therefore, that man called Kieren was clearly not a monk from the Double Rest Sect, and he might not even be a follower of Saturday.

Yet, this impostor managed to gather nearly four thousand refugees under the name of the Double Rest Sect and led them across mountains and waters, enduring hardships, all to follow him.

Li Yu was curious about what that person was ultimately aiming for.

Moreover, from Kieren, they should also be able to find out more information related to those mercenaries.

The group rode horses, retracing the mountain path they took the day before, and soon saw that group of refugees in a clearing in the valley.

The people looked worn and dusty, gathering in small groups, either collecting wild vegetables in preparation for lunch, or sitting and resting on the ground. Some were relieving themselves without much concern for privacy.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard. Seeing a group of armored knights, everyone, no matter what they were doing, instantly became nervous, showing panic-stricken faces, and some, without hesitation, broke into a run, their nerves as taut as a bowstring.

And this reaction only added to the panic of the others, leading to an increasing number in a commotion.

It was then that the sound of a lute arose, followed by a loud singing voice, as the person sang.

"My dear children, lost lambs, do not panic~ The great Saturday shelters us, watching over us at all times~ As long as everyone reveres it, as long as everyone cherishes it, no hardship can bring us down~"

At this point, the melody suddenly picked up, and the lute music became more passionate, "Under its guidance, we gathered, overcoming layers of obstacles, crossing mountains and great lakes~ Now, the light of hope is just ahead, how can we stop here!"

Hearing this singing, those who had been scared out of their wits gradually quieted down, and the unrest among the crowd slowly subsided.

Then the refugees parted from the middle to both sides, revealing a man in tattered clothes, but with a handsome face and a determined gaze.

His eyes swept over the knights and finally settled on Li Yu, radiating an extraordinary brilliance.

The Minstrel, like a mongrel that had wandered outside for more than ten years, seeing its master again, darted over and sprawled at Li Yu’s feet, wailing.

"Prophet, we have finally found you!"