After three days of rushing, the village messenger finally reached the desired destination.

The people in the village all said, "This tall and thin man runs the fastest, his speed when sprinting is comparable to that of a thoroughbred horse!"

But only the man understood that even though his burst speed could barely match that of a horse, his endurance was far inferior.

The distance from the village to the destination was not short; if the man had not saved up some of the travel expenses collected from the village chief and others to buy a horse, he would have long been exhausted without this convenient "mode of transportation."

"Is this near the border?" The man, who had been maintaining his riding posture the whole time, let out more breaths than the ** mount.

Since being bought, the horse, which had never been taken care of by its owner, had to continue working relentlessly without the owner's approval.

The figure galloping on the plains, advancing fearlessly with its master.

From the man's point of view, the huge military camp in front had long been blurrier.

Having not experienced such a scene before, the man didn't think too much, just followed a straight line towards his target.

Before he could relax after completing the mission, a black figure suddenly attacked from afar.

In an instant, the figure passed by and the man hadn't even blinked once before his body flew backward.

"Huh?"

The man looked down and realized that the horse had fallen sideways;

A large amount of foam was sprayed from the horse's open mouth;

And in the forehead of the horse, an arrow was pierced straight through, hitting the vital spot!

The man knew that the next moment, he would brutally crash to the ground;

Unexpectedly, two human shadows swooped in.

The two people, who were in a pincer position, each held a thick and sturdy chain and took decisive action as they approached the man.

The two chains crossed and shot towards the man's hands just before they hit him;

As a result, the chains entangled and forcibly restrained the man's wrists.

The two men then acted in unison and moved in opposite directions, each taking a few steps forward!

In this way, the man was held by two strangers each, grabbing one of his arms, before he could land;

The man was suspended in mid-air, unable to touch the ground no matter how his legs struggled.

In a state of urgency, the man desperately observed his surroundings through his eyes.

He noticed that the two men restraining him were both wearing armor, with the typical demeanor of knights.

The man seemed to understand something:

"Sir Knights, I am not a suspicious person, I really am not..."

How could such a pale plea be heard by anyone?

The two knights brought the man back to the military camp.

According to the usual procedure for dealing with "suspected spies," the man would be beheaded before dinner, without any "trial."

However, this man's luck was not bad today, as something different happened.

Inside the camp, a high-ranking figure had arrived, and he would change the man's fate.

The man vaguely sensed the danger and couldn't help but make a lot of noise; it was precisely this extremely unpleasant shout that attracted the attention of the high-ranking figure.

"Who have you captured? Let me see!"

The newcomer had an imposing physique, a bronze skin tone, and his thick eyebrows rebelliously raised slightly, clearly not an honest individual.

However, the man instinctively showed a great deal of respect for that person, even more than he did for the two knights before. The man was not stupid and could tell that the armor the other person was wearing was of superior quality. Although the patrolling soldiers in the camp also wore armor, it couldn't compare to the imposing male's armor. The man's first reaction was to think that the other person was probably someone important, maybe even someone who could save him. In that moment, the man didn't care about his dignity and shamelessly begged for mercy. Such a humble attitude piqued the interests of the other person.

"If you're a 'dog,' I've never seen this breed that barks so well before... What crime did you commit?"

Regarding the reason for the arrest, the soldier in charge of the execution had something to say:

"Reporting, sir..."

"Yes?"

The corner of the imposing male's mouth lifted, and the soldier immediately realized his blunder and quickly changed his words:

"Reporting, General, he is a spy caught by our reconnaissance personnel. I was about to execute him according to the usual rules."

"Wrong, I'm innocent! I'm not a spy!"

If asked which of the two completely different explanations the imposing male would believe, of course, it would be the one from the seemingly terrified man. The reason was very simple: no spy in the world was as consistent as this fool. If someone sent out such a fool to gather intelligence, it would mean their immediate superior was also useless. But unfortunately, the opponents the imposing male had dealt with so far, although foolish, were not beyond redemption! The male made a decision:

"Tell me: where are you from? I hope it's a fresh answer."

This sentence was a lifeline, and the man immediately wanted to explain his intentions. However, he remembered the village chief's instructions and asked a follow-up question:

"Excuse me, gentlemen soldiers, is this the border of one of the 'Seven Great Nations'?"

"Huh? 'Seven Great Nations'? What a joke, we are..."

"That's right! Our identity is just as you guessed, continue."

The person who seemed to be a general spoke loudly, drowning out the soldier's response.