The Exiled Lord: My Maid is a Battle Goddess-Chapter 122: Final Battle to Suppress the Rebellion (2)

The people of Nightfall Domain didn’t quite understand what Phield was thinking, but after days of continuous campaigning, they had developed absolute obedience.

The sound of mechanisms snapping into place rang out instantly.

A burst of blood exploded in midair out of nowhere. Immediately afterward, four or five bodies riddled with crossbow bolts crashed to the ground.

An invisibility potion would lose its effect the moment its user was attacked—or when they initiated an attack themselves.

"Damn it, we’ve been discovered." The invisible Divine Chosen was shocked. Realizing their position had been exposed, she glared at Phield with hatred and immediately ordered a charge. "Die!"

As the enemy surged forward, the entire escort convoy was fully exposed.

"The uncontracted Divine Chosen is hidden in those boxes. We need to seize them." Phield remained completely calm. From the right side of his warhorse, he pulled out a walnut crossbow, aimed directly at the woman’s beautiful face, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bolt sliced through the air with a sharp "whoosh."

Phield didn’t even bother checking whether it hit. Instead, he shouted loudly, "There’s another enemy Divine Chosen here!"

The moment those words left his mouth, two figures from their own camp flashed forward at once, intercepting the enemy and subjecting her to a righteous group beating.

"Perfect."

Phield was overjoyed. Glancing around, he immediately urged the soldiers, "Seize those boxes for me! Hurry!"

"Charge!"

The soldiers of Nightfall Domain roared as they rushed into battle.

"Everyone who sees it gets a share!"

"Let’s grab some too!"

The surrounding allied troops saw what was happening, and their eyes instantly turned red. Seeing how heavily guarded the convoy was, they knew the boxes must contain something valuable. Greed ignited immediately. Robbery was something everyone loved—whether noble or soldier. Without hesitation, they abandoned their fights with the rebels and joined the scramble for loot.

Those poor two hundred infantrymen, no matter how elite they were, couldn’t withstand the noble armies attacking from every direction. Even as they fought desperately, they were soon hacked into minced flesh by countless blades.

Thanks to the advantage of his mini-map, Phield easily located the box containing the Divine Chosen. Meanwhile, his soldiers managed to seize three large chests.

"Feels like we’re playing a treasure-grab game." Phield watched as several people grabbed boxes and ran off into the distance. He cursed in irritation. After all, he had discovered the enemy first—logically he should have gotten the larger share of the spoils.

"Forget it. As long as we take the most valuable thing. Otherwise, with how nobles behave, we might end up vomiting back whatever we swallow."

The battlefield was far too chaotic. There was no way he could swallow all the spoils himself. In truth, he was already picking scraps. Technically, none of the spoils on the battlefield were supposed to be touched—they had to be handed over first, then redistributed after the governor personally "inspected" them.

But in the time it took to drink a mouthful of water, the boxes had already been divided up.

"They’re all potions! Hahaha, we’re rich!" One noble opened a chest, his eyes widening. Inside were layers upon layers of magical potions stacked neatly together. Before he could celebrate properly, someone beside him suddenly reached out and snatched two bottles away.

"Hurry! Grab them!"

"That’s mine!"

"This is bullshit! I fought the rebels with my life on the line—why do you get the reward?!"

The nobles immediately began fighting among themselves. Those who had failed to grab anything watched in maddening envy. When they noticed that Phield alone had secured four shares, they panicked and directly sent soldiers to seize them.

"Shameless." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Phield cursed. Seeing that the nobles had already thrown all restraint to the wind, he immediately gathered his troops and turned to retreat. Staying here would only mean being robbed.

The balance of victory rapidly tilted toward the allied forces. The rebels were driven back and retreated into the city once more. But the greedy allied army had already lost interest in fighting. They began looting everywhere—not only plundering rebel property but even stealing from their own allies. Even after the supervisory troops executed more than a dozen offenders, it did nothing to restore order.

Phield retreated back to camp. The chevaux-de-frise and his soldiers blocked the greedy nobles outside as he hurried to count the spoils.

Rubbing his hands excitedly, Phield laughed. "Feels like opening blind boxes."

He opened the first chest.

Inside were rows upon rows of exquisitely crafted potions, stacked carefully with cotton padding between them.

He casually picked one up. On the bottle was a marking written in this world’s script: "Three."

"Holy shit—I’m about to take off! Third-tier magic power potions!" Phield could hardly believe it. His hands trembled slightly with excitement. "If these are all third-tier potions, my future is set."

After checking the entire chest, Phield discovered with delight that they really were all third-tier potions. Their value was beyond estimation.

After the excitement subsided, Phield stroked his chin, his expression turning faintly resentful.

"Could the boxes that got taken have contained fourth- or fifth-tier potions? Damn it... now I’m suddenly unhappy. I’ll remember this grudge."

The other two chests contained magic cores.

Because he had always been in Nightfall Domain, Phield had rarely encountered magical beasts. Magic cores came from such creatures and were commonly used to craft high-end equipment or supplied to mages.

He couldn’t use them right now, but they were still valuable items.

"Save the best for last."

Phield licked his lips and used a long halberd to pry open the final chest.

Inside was a young girl.

She had been bound and thrown into the box, her mouth stuffed with silk cloth. She had gray hair and gray eyes. Her long hair flowed like satin down to her waist. Her figure was perfect, her skin pale as jade. Tears shimmered in her watery eyes as she glared at Phield in resentment before immediately lowering her head with a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

A Divine Chosen!

"Kehehehe." Phield let out a disturbingly manic laugh. Then he realized how creepy that sounded and quickly switched to a gentler expression, speaking softly. "Don’t be afraid. I’m not with them. I’ll take the cloth out of your mouth now—just don’t scream."

The girl stared at him timidly for a moment before nodding vigorously.

With a soft "pop," Phield removed the silk cloth.

"Cough—cough—" The girl coughed twice, taking deep breaths of fresh air. She twisted her body a few times but couldn’t break free from the ropes. Turning toward Phield, she said, "Please... don’t kill me. I... I..."

She froze, unable to come up with a single reason why she shouldn’t be killed.

"I never said I was going to kill you." Phield laughed.

After a moment of silence, the girl asked, "Where is this place?"

"This is Nogaisk City in Itavon Province," Phield replied. Seeing that she still looked confused, he added, "The Sacred Griffin Empire."

"Huh? I actually ended up here..."

Phield glanced at the ropes binding her and asked in confusion, "Wait—aren’t you a Divine Chosen? Why can’t you even break a rope?"

"What do you know? I’ve been paralyzed! And besides... I only awakened recently. I’m not strong yet." The girl finally managed to calm down a little from her fear, but hearing that question made her flush with embarrassment. "Wait—that’s not the point. How did you know I’m a Divine Chosen?"

Phield waved his hand dismissively. "You were being escorted separately. Seemed important, so I guessed."

"Well, your guess was right. Now hurry up and untie me." The girl wriggled across the ground like a caterpillar. As she struggled, the rope pulled her purple dress higher and higher, exposing her snow-white thighs. The rope also tightened around her chest, accentuating its high, full curve.

She suddenly cried out, "Don’t look!"