Chapter 318

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Chapter 318: This Life Doesn’t Sound Like a Prisoner at All?

In the square of City Hall, Gandhi Alter, along with Duke Heidegger and Froer, who were disguised as a wealthy woman and her bodyguard, sat on a bench by the fountain, each holding a portion of Seychelles vegetable stew.

The three of them sat side by side with their paper bowls, and Gandhi Alter was the first to speak.

"Heidegger… who is this…?"

He looked in Froer’s direction and asked curiously.

"Froer Duna Whitefeather," Froer introduced herself with a smile, "It’s a pleasure to meet you, ‘Old Order Sword’ Sir."

"So, you are a priest from the White Elf clan. I have long admired your name."

Gandhi Alter nodded slightly and spoke.

Next to him, Heidegger took a small bite of the vegetable stew and looked at Gandhi Alter.

"So… how did you recognize me, Sir?"

"The ‘Northern Tiger’ of Ryman, we have faced each other four times, haven’t we?" Gandhi Alter said calmly, "The time you spent on Seychelles left a deep impression on me… Even if your aura and appearance have changed, my instincts would still recognize you."

"The intuition of a swordsman is truly frightening," Heidegger smiled slightly and replied, "It feels like you are stronger than before… Here, it seems you have received an amazing opportunity?"

"It’s not really an opportunity; it’s just because I was defeated and became a prisoner, so I stayed in the demon race’s territory," Gandhi Alter closed his eyes, "Although the demon race healed my wounds and told me I could ‘leave at any time’… Seychelles is no longer my home, but staying here isn’t bad."

He remembered what the succubus had told him after he woke up that day.

"You’re awake, old man. I’m sorry that my family member was too rough before… Anyway, I have healed you. I really admire your character and strength, and I have great respect for what you have done, so I do not plan to imprison or restrict you."

"If you want to leave, you can do so at any time. If you want to stay here, that is fine too. I will provide you with a single dormitory in the West District… but there is one request: just don’t reveal that you are here!"

The succubus spoke very sincerely.

And the way she treated him was something Gandhi Alter had never experienced before… disdain.

Out of a sense of duty and unfinished tasks, he clearly did not plan to return to the country that was now very different from the Seychelles he had once hoped for.

Plus, a bit of curiosity finally led him to stay here.

This old man, who had lived a troubled life and had not spent a day away from plots and battles, finally found a moment of peace in this small town.

In this small town, he clearly saw the whole picture of the town under the succubus’s governance.

It was a vision even more beautiful than what the royalists and restoration army had painted for him in the past.

There are no new nobles without any sense of dignity or shame, no interest groups colluding with the government and businesses, and no various taxes and rules serving the wealthy.

It turns out that achieving all of this does not need a "king" or "tradition."

The demon race can also accomplish this.

During this month, Gandhi Alter could sense that all his regrets, pursuits, disappointments, and obsessions seemed to have been released.

The scene he dreamed of the most has now come true.

Heidegger looked at Gandhi Alter at that moment and smiled again.

"You look much more valuable now than when we faced off before… It’s just a step away, right?"

"Are your hands itching?"

Gandhi Alter looked at Heidegger and smiled back, asking in return.

"Hey, both of you, this is the land of the demon race. There is no need for you two humans to fight here." Before the "friendly" feelings between the two enemies, who were also old friends, could erupt, Froer stopped everything and raised her hand. "Old man, we are not here to confront you… We have important business to attend to."

"Of course, I know, because you seem quite surprised to see me here, Sir Heidegger," Gandhi Alter replied after hearing Froer’s words and relaxing his expression. "There’s really no need for a fight now that I am here… So, what are you here for? To defeat the demon race?"

After the tense atmosphere faded, Heidegger shrugged.

"To be honest, we are not really interested in the demon race here, and… is there really a need to defeat the ‘demon race’ here?"

Heidegger said as he looked around at the prosperous scene.

"Just looking at how she manages her territory, she does much better than I do…"

This is what the Duke of the Northern Ryman said.

"That is indeed true."

Gandhi Alter, who had spent more time here, couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

He learned much more than Heidegger, who had just arrived here and was just taking a quick look.

"So, we are just here to visit family. You should have seen a blue-haired young knight and a Moon Elf here — that is me and Lord Heidegger’s relative, who were captured by the demon race."

Froer explained at the right time.

Heidegger added as well.

"Yes, to be more precise… Isabella is my daughter, and you should have seen her too."

"Oh, then I have seen her! Tina and Isabella, right? I didn’t realize that little girl is your daughter."

Gandhi Alter said this and then pointed towards the town itself.

"It’s very easy to see them. Now that you have crossed the bridge, you can walk around the town. You should find ‘Tina’ near the central square… As for Isabella, since she is not at City Hall Square in the western new district at this time, she is very likely in the cafeteria in the south."

As Gandhi Alter said this, Heidegger and Froer exchanged glances.

"This doesn’t sound at all like the actions of a ‘prisoner’ or a ‘traitor’…"

Froer murmured.

Heidegger stroked his chin, recalling the rumors he had heard.

"Well… it’s not so bad, you see, Lord Gandhi Alter is also free to move around…"

As he said this, his tone became a bit uncertain.

Hearing what the two said and seeing the worried expressions of the two "guardians," Gandhi Alter, who had no children but had taken on a few disciples, seemed to think of something amusing.

On the face of this often stern old man, who seemed to always carry a heavy burden, a hint of a smile finally appeared.

"Let’s go check it out, Heidegger… I promise it will surprise you even more than you think."