Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1113 - 723: Rise, Sain!

Confess and be lenient, or resist and be strict? That is the question.

But Todd felt that, for him, the question seemed more like strict upon confession, and stricter upon resistance.

In any case, when he saw that the Magic-guided Celestial Horse had been picked up beside him by Dorian, and then heard the commotion coming from outside.

He knew that today he was Facebook-ed.

Dorian tilted his head, stared at him, and said, "Should I go out and take them down?"

"If only you could take them down! Where on earth did you find this thing? You didn't rob it, did you?"

"No, I saw a crashed carriage by the cliff over there, with a pile of dead bodies next to it, and I picked it up from among them."

Todd took a deep breath. Since that's the case, it doesn't seem to be particularly serious. As long as it wasn't stolen, if they insist it was found, they might even negotiate for leniency.

"In any case, wait here. I'll go out and check... but don't just wait here doing nothing—if I get beaten up, remember to come out and help!"

Todd's heart was pounding as he opened the door, muttering to himself, "I hope my surname still has some influence, but the bumpkins that came this morning didn't pay any attention," and with a sense of righteous indignation, he was about to step out.

Dorian shook his head, not understanding this behavior of his, muttering to himself, "Obviously, just killing our way out would do."

But at the mention of the word "kill," he suddenly shuddered, as if doing anything associated with that word would lead to something bad happening.

"The biggest difference between you and me is that I can still talk with others, and most others are willing to talk with me too."

Leaving behind such a cool remark, he proudly shut the door.

A second later, he quietly opened a crack in the door, to ensure Dorian could still observe what was happening.

"...Wishful thinking."

Unexpectedly, even in Dorian's current mental state, he could make such an apt comment.

One grew up in a civilized society, the other lived in the Demon Continent, akin to wilderness; it's natural there's a difference in their approach to things.

Interestingly, the differences in their approaches sometimes complement each other well, enough to handle most unexpected situations.

But as for this exceedingly unusual unexpected situation, could they actually handle it?

As soon as Todd stepped outside, he saw a chaotic group of people and horses—it was too dark to make out their appearances.

But there was one thing he could see clearly, and that was the flag of the Starfire Church hanging from the saddles on the opposite side.

Wow, the group that left this morning came back, and they still didn't ditch that ragged flag, huh?

"What's the matter, sirs? Oh, I forgot to mention earlier, my family has always been loyal servants of the Holy Light. That flag of the rebels you carried this morning—it was out of life-saving necessity that I said what I said, rest assured, internally, I disdain those rebels!"

"Whoosh!"

"Ahh!"

Once again, he didn't finish speaking, as an arrow struck his thigh, causing him to collapse to the ground in pain, cold sweat pouring and twitching.

The arrow carried a burning sensation, even more painful than the one in the morning!

"Why did it hit the same spot again?" Todd couldn't help but cry out in agony.

At this moment, the indistinguishable people began a conversation.

"Hevi, a guy suddenly popped up over there... although I'm not sure what he's up to, he's babbling support for the Holy Light Church bunch. Should we kill him?"

"Let's not phrase it so brutally."

"Then how about we bury him, turn him into a mud statue and bury him in a pit?"

"Sure."

"Isn't that even more brutal!"

Todd shouted aloud, the conversation's jumpiness didn't leave him much room for further moaning in agony—if he didn't speak up, he was going to end up as a sacrificial pillar!

Then, the clouds covering the moon finally cleared under the wind's influence, and the moonlight poured over Hepa Town, revealing the appearance of the group.

Todd caught his breath because he saw they were wearing long robes that were red as the base, decorated with yellow patterns depicting a human-faced sun.

These people are from the Starfire Church!

The flag he saw earlier wasn't a trophy—it was actually their spiritual emblem!

Only at this moment did he realize how fatal the words he'd just spoken were, even more severe than what he said that morning!

Although he's in dire straits now, in his childhood, he was a city dweller, living an orderly life; as for the Starfire Church, labeled as rebels by the three major churches, naturally he viewed them as a plague, hearing many brutal stories about them.

Yet, within the Warrior Country, the Starfire Church was quite civil; they even helped him with two pieces of bread when he was roaming the streets...

So it must be the people of the Warrior Country who are good! Scameroon's Starfire Church bad!

"Wait, let me handle this."

Hevi said this, and so the Starfire Church people paused, handing over the task of dealing with Todd to him.

Hevi dismounted, and only then did he realize his astonishing height; he seemed nearly as tall as those enhanced by Wolf Blood like Dal and them, at least at the two-meter height category.

Too much height might cause an unfavorable visual perception, but Hevi had none of that—his proportions were well-balanced, limbs well-coordinated. There was no such issue as being top-heavy, and besides, he had an excellent sense of fashion.