The Wanderer's Archive

The vast wilderness was deathly silent. From afar, it looked as if Siegfried single-handedly held an entire army at bay.

BoBo was undoubtedly the most panicked person present. He was the one who had proposed the plan to attack the village, and now the victim had come to confront him directly. His fabricated story would fall apart in a matter of seconds.

Moreover, this was a Meran. One side was the hero family that guarded the world, the other was a mere Putian slave. Whose words carried more weight? Even a fool would know who to believe.

But Bobo was a very clever, or rather, very cunning Putian; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to lurk under Roland's nose for so long. After a brief moment of panic, his eyes darted around, and he immediately shouted:

"Lord Roland, it's him! It's him! Lady Katarina was dragged into his house yesterday and didn't come out all night!"

Roland's face darkened.

(This damned insect!)

Siegfried cursed inwardly, his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

BoBo actually had no idea where Katarina was being held. He was simply using this method to incite conflict between the two sides so he could escape.

The truth didn't matter; after all, the more he explained, the worse it would get. And Katarina had the figure and the face; he didn't believe Siegfried would do nothing.

Under normal circumstances, Siegfried could have handled this type of accusation flawlessly; after all, a clear conscience fears no accusations. But damn it, this time, his conscience wasn't exactly clear.

Siegfried's brief anomaly did not escape Roland's eyes. The 28-year-old, always calm and composed Golden Knight, his expression now uncontrollably contorted.

The Meran family, though small, was the most famous family on the continent. This family was known for producing heroes, and… sea kings.

These Merans (male or female) were either killers or lechers.

Throughout history, many Merans were walking, self-propelled battering rams. Orcs, sub-humans, elves, Putians—as long as they were good-looking, these guys wouldn't care about race. The most outrageous was a hero named Lance Meran, whose holy sword was… his penis.

Although they were inherently kind and fought on the front lines against demons to protect the continent, people sometimes wondered why such a group of people were chosen as heroes.

Veins bulged on Roland's sturdy neck, and his right hand involuntarily rested on the hilt of his sword.

He glared at Siegfried, each word squeezed out through gritted teeth:

"The Meran family's nature never changes, huh? Is it that as long as it's female, even a monkey, you won't let it go?"

(What? The entire Meran family are such degenerates?)

Siegfried realized his reputation had been unknowingly ruined by the Meran family.

But this didn't stop him from retorting: "You unprincipled fool, you believe such nonsense? Even a monkey is smarter than you."

While exchanging insults, Siegfried snapped his fingers, and the Wanderer's Handbook appeared in his hand. Whether or not a battle would ensue, he needed to investigate this bushy-bearded knight's personal information first, then decide whether to attack or flee.

Name: Roland

Male, 8 years old

Race: Human

Faction: Order

Class: Villager

A commoner boy from the Earl of Pedinan's territory, with outstanding talent. He was noticed by Earl Pedinan and brought to the lord's city, currently training as a knight apprentice in the Earl's castle.

Specialization: Spear 15% (Beginner), Sword 21% (Advanced)

Ability Data:

Strength: E+

Agility: E

Etc., etc.

Siegfried looked at the over 1.9-meter-tall, bushy-bearded man astride the demonic horse, then looked at the data on the handbook.

(This is an 8-year-old?)

Siegfried felt he had been tricked.

"Shannon! Shannon! What's going on?"

[The Wanderer's Handbook search data comes from the experiences of all wanderers and the records of historians. The information is timely and limited. The last update on Knight Roland's information was 20 years ago.]

Shannon's voice was mechanical and flat, clearly not the person responding.

"Why didn't you tell me about something so important!"

[You didn't ask.]

"Damn!"

Alright, no need to worry anymore; time to think about how to beg for mercy.

It was said that there was a Japanese apology technique called "Dogeza." The basic procedure is to kneel on both knees, place both hands together on your thighs, then place your hands in an inward eight-shaped position forward on the ground, bowing your body until your forehead touches the ground.

Finally, just shout "Sumimasen!" and you'll be forgiven.

Siegfried certainly wouldn't do something so humiliating. He pulled out the broken Balumuk Holy Sword from his inventory.

Although the sword was broken, its effects were reduced by at least 80%. But there was still 20% left. Even a small improvement was crucial at this time.

Siegfried prepared for a hit-and-run, waiting for Katarina to return and clear things up with him.

He didn't know that his series of actions had already caused Roland a huge shock.

(A magic book in his left hand, a sword in his right… This generation of Merans is a magic warrior?)

Magic users in the Kiran continent weren't easy to become. They had to possess powerful magic, high elemental affinity, and sufficient intelligence; none could be missing.

With only magic power but no elemental affinity, one could only blow small fireballs for a lifetime. With only elemental affinity but no magic power, one could only strike once.

Ordinary magic users used staffs inlaid with magic crystals, converting magic power through chanting to cast spells.

Those clever magic users could construct spells on beast-skin paper, activating the engraved magic with a single thought.

Magic cast in this way consumed very little magic power and required no chanting. Medium-to-high-level spells that normally required chanting for minutes or even tens of minutes would sweep across the battlefield like a machine gun without any hindrance. Therefore, those magic users holding a stack of paper or a book were almost synonymous with destruction.

Because they didn't need to chant, they could move freely. This type of magic user would generally undergo warrior training to further improve their strength. The Adventurer's Guild used a unique class to refer to these people—"Magic Warriors."

Roland's brows furrowed. He was very wary of the book in Siegfried's hand. As for the broken sword, he ignored it. The Merans even used their penises as holy swords; a broken sword was a very normal weapon.

What made Roland even more uneasy was that since the man opposite him had assumed a fighting stance, his mount, the Nightmare Horse, had shown clear fear. If Roland hadn't been riding it, this powerful demonic horse would have already fled in terror.

Roland couldn't help but feel bitter.

(The hero family? They're all monsters.)

At this moment, Siegfried, lacking information and unsure of Roland's background, chose to remain motionless and observe.

Roland, on the other hand, after intense mental processing, considered Siegfried the most terrifying enemy he had ever encountered.

Both were caught in intense mental processing, and the wilderness fell silent once more.

"Roland, can we pause for a moment?"

A sweet voice broke the silence in the empty wilderness. Siegfried swore he had never heard such a beautiful voice in his life.

A soldier stepped out from the ranks, and Siegfried noticed something different about this soldier.

She had snow-white skin and cherry lips, with a pair of emerald green eyes that would make the finest jade pale in comparison. The worn soldier's armor and simple helmet could not conceal her inherent nobility and elegance, instead making her look like a blooming wildflower.

This person perfectly embodied the idea that beautiful people look good in anything.

The moment Siegfried saw her, he knew who she was.

"While it's interesting to watch you two bicker, I'm more curious about Mr. Meran's intentions."

She was the target of this stage's quest.

"Mr. Meran, hello. My name is Krinhild, and I'm… a princess of the kingdom."

The soldier smiled faintly, revealing her bright teeth and beautiful face.