The messenger (male) sent from the village was now being held down by a soldier, his whole body falling onto the execution ground.

Reluctantly, the man's mouth involuntarily opened in pain, tasting the earth beneath him.

The taste was like rust, spreading from his mouth to his stomach, making him feel nauseated.

It was the taste of blood, inevitable.

Regardless of whether it was dry or not, the deathly ambiance it carried made the man shiver.

His own fate would be determined by the subsequent answer.

If he was lucky, he would be spared; if not, he would nourish the earth, in need of a fresh coat of paint.

Under the complete subjugation, the man struggled to lift his neck.

With an almost neck-breaking upward position, he faced the person who appeared to be a general, faithfully repeating the words of the village chief.

At the end, he added:

"Everything I've said is true, there's not a single lie!"

The soldier holding the man down had not been interested in listening from the beginning.

This soldier, who had executed many, was ready to strike at any moment, just waiting for the general's approval.

The general pondered for a moment.

Originally, he didn't need to think so much, especially after hearing the man's explanation, he had thought that the man was a spy.

If the man had only said the first ninety percent, the general would have already agreed to the soldier's execution request.

But unexpectedly, the man added the last sentence, changing the general's predetermined judgment.

The reason for the wavering of the general's thoughts was not because he believed in the man's solemn assurances.

On the contrary, in this world, the more promises were emphasized, the less worthy they were of belief.

Just like embellishing a snake, the man's final candidness only made the general think he was a fool!

But let's think about it from a reverse perspective:

Can this idiot who keeps talking nonsense really be a spy?

Don't be ridiculous!

The threshold for spies these days is not so low.

So, the general concluded:

Even the kings and generals of the "Seven Great Nations" who lack intelligence would not send such a clownish spy.

"You said you have a letter written by the village chief? Show it to me."

"Ah, yes, but let me correct you: it's not written personally by the village chief, but a letter written by the villagers on behalf of the village chief's will..."

"It doesn't matter how, just bring it to me!"

The general grabbed the man's hair. If he exerted a little more force later, the man's head would instantly turn into a Mediterranean hairstyle.

"Ouch, ouch, sorry, I will give you the letter right away! The letter is in my coat pocket!"

By "coat pocket," he meant the pocket of his jacket, but because the man was in a half-fallen position, it wasn't so convenient to retrieve the letter.

But solving this problem wasn't difficult!

The soldier saw the general lift his iron boots and kick underneath the man's body.

Bang!

The man coughed violently, and his face-down body immediately spun half a circle under the enormous external force.

Wasn't that a complete spin?

Although the man writhed in agony like a fish out of water, this level of pain was not enough to be fatal, so the general didn't bother with what just happened.

"Is this the letter? Let me see it myself!"

The general took out what he wanted from his pocket and tore open the envelope. He held the letter in his hand and quickly scanned its content.

The secluded village couldn't produce any interesting letters; the contents were nothing more than cliches. The general had dealt with too many similar letters in his official duties and couldn't find any interest in such things. However, a thought crossed his bored mind, and his disdainful attitude changed.

All of a sudden, the general noticed, "This is a writing system that was commonly used many years ago, right? Is this how people in your village write?" The man had no knowledge of writing systems and truthfully replied while suppressing his internal discomfort, "People in the village all write like this."

"Oh! You guys need to learn more about what's happening outside the village. This old writing system hasn't been used in most places on the mainland for twenty years!" If it wasn't for the fact that the general had seen similar letters in his childhood, he wouldn't have been able to correctly identify the contents of the letter just now. Thanks to this, the man was able to prove his identity as "one of their own," from the closed-off village, and not a spy from another country.

After his identity was confirmed, the treatment the man received was remarkably different from before. The general helped the man who had been kicked to the ground, pointed to a massive military camp, and told him to go there. Immediately, the heavy and valuable sword was pressed onto the man's outstretched palm, and he could barely lift it with both hands.

"Now you can go and rest in that place, and bring my sword with you! If you encounter any obstacles at the entrance of the camp, show them the weapon." To be frank, the man didn't understand what had happened; at most, he could guess that he had managed to save his own life.

"Thank you, thank you, General!" After a nod and a bow, the general finally didn't need to look again after a few blinks. At the same time, the soldier confirmed that the outsider had gone far away and his previously strained knees couldn't bear the pressure anymore, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

The soldier knelt in front of the person before him and began to kowtow vigorously, apologizing in advance for the offensive gesture. "Get up! I've had enough of 'two-legged dogs.' Stand up straight or I'll make you a dead man instantly!"

"Thank you for your forgiveness...Your Highness!" The soldier got up, using the standard knight's etiquette while facing the reigning king of the present "Selo Kingdom." The man from the village had no idea: his interlocutor was none other than the current king of the "Selo Kingdom," and he had mistaken him for a general-like person.

The "Selo Kingdom" was not a large country. The king of their own country couldn't compare with the monarchs of those larger countries, who could idle away their time in palaces. On the contrary, many things in the kingdom, such as patrolling the national borders, had to be personally handled by the highest authority. The ruler of the country had no choice but to become the "super workaholic" that no one could compare to in the whole country. But there were pros and cons to everything! If it wasn't for the king's hard work, he would never have had the chance to encounter the messenger from the village, let alone all the things that followed afterward.

Turning his gaze back to the letter, the emphasized content was quite interesting. In summary, the village chief wanted to obtain the assistance of the knight order in exchange for the villagers' allegiance, in order to eradicate the demonic forces. If it wasn't for today, the king would gladly have agreed to this negotiation.

Now, he had a brilliant idea.

"Hey, didn't that 'two-legged dog' mention the 'Seven Great Nations' at the beginning?" he asked.

The soldier, who got the chance to talk with the ruler but did not change his fiery temper, immediately said angrily:

"That rustic man is so disrespectful! He came over without even understanding the country..."

In fact, the blame for going to the wrong place cannot be entirely attributed to the man.

After all, the map he used for reference was passed down from his grandfather, the village chief.

The map's usefulness was limited to decades ago;

The national borders marked on the map have now become part of the territory of the "Therald Kingdom," along with the surrounding small areas.

So, by sheer coincidence, the man inadvertently became a guest of the opposing country of the "Seven Great Nations," completely unaware of the huge mistake he had made.

Originally, the king could have taken advantage of the situation and pretended to accept the thousands of people in the village;

But this was not a good idea for two reasons:

First:

The village is located in a special geographical position, right at the border of eight countries. If anyone were to swallow up those people rashly, it could easily provoke the hatred of other countries.

Second:

Although the population of several thousand is not small, it is far from enough to satisfy the king's appetite. The sealed letter had a more important purpose.

In consideration of maximizing interests, the king headed towards the military tent the man had gone to.

In the past, that place was used to receive foreign dignitaries, but now it was used to entertain an ordinary smooth-talking villager.

That night, a grand banquet was held in the tent, and all those skilled in superficiality were required to attend;

Their task was to cooperate with the king in entertaining the important guest.

This allowed the man to witness the grandeur of the banquet, which was completely different from the coarse food he had eaten since childhood. The dishes on the table were all exquisite.

The banquet was accompanied by song and dance, and there were only seven main dishes in total, but this was already the highest level welcoming banquet of the "Therald Kingdom."

The dancers served dishes while dancing, and each main dish was presented in large portions, some even shaped like volcanoes or savage beasts;

Inferior wine was not worthy of being presented, only the best wines that were brewed and poured into the cups.

Overall, these dishes made the man enjoy himself even more, and his happiness index was soaring.

"Messenger, are you satisfied?" said the king, raising his cup.

A few hours ago, it was not so noticeable, but at this moment, their relationship was as intimate as newlyweds.

"Satisfied? I've never been this satisfied in my life. I didn't know before that being alive is such a joyful thing!" the man exclaimed.

After three rounds of wine and five tastes of dishes, the man experienced pure joy in this world.

Seeing that he had completely let his guard down, the king began to discuss the important matter:

"We're almost done eating. Regarding the matter of your village seeking asylum..."

"Does the general have any difficulties? Please don't hesitate to explain to me clearly, and I will do my best to help!"

"Are you sure? Are you really willing to help with anything?"

"Except for life-threatening tasks, I will definitely give my full support."

This is exactly what the king wants to hear.

"Then, next, I hope you can transcribe the contents of the letter exactly as they are, according to the ancient texts passed down in the village. Copy the letter seven times, and they all need to be in the form of a letter!"