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Kapitel 43: Chapter 41 Smell Of Conspiracy

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As the Zombie General fell, the sky cleared once more, and sunlight bathed the scarred land.

Jason continued running through the forest until a bright light emerged in front of him.

He had finally arrived at Root Village.

Spotting Raphtalia standing at the village entrance, anxiously looking for him like a wife waiting for her husband's return, Jason smiled and waved his arms.

"Master Jason!"

Raphtalia, seeing him, lit up with joy and rushed toward him with all her speed.

Before Jason could react, Raphtalia leaped into his arms.

"It's so good that you're safe!"

Tears shimmered in Raphtalia's eyes, and a joyful smile graced her lips.

"Sorry for worrying you," Jason replied, wrapping one arm around her and gently stroking her head with the other.

"Master Shield Hero, thank you so very much this time. If you hadn't come, I believe we all would have perished."

"Please allow us to express our gratitude."

"We have nothing with which to repay you!"

At that moment, the villagers of Lute Village approached, and before long, they began kneeling down to offer their most sincere thanks.

"Get up. The wave of disaster has just passed, and the entire village still needs to recover. I can't help you with that; you'll have to rely on yourselves," Jason said as he set Raphtalia down.

"What are you saying? It's thanks to you that we were fortunate enough to save our lives. How can we trouble you further?" a villager said respectfully, his sincere tone indicating no mere formality.

"Yes, let us take care of the aftermath," added the deputy head of the Kingdom Knights, accompanied by his soldiers.

The blood-stained armor on their bodies testified to the battles they had fought. Even though Jason had dealt with many monsters and faced a small boss, it was evident that managing the aftermath of the disaster wave remained a hefty task for them.

"Alright, thank you for your hard work. My equipment needs maintenance, so I'll head out first," Jason said, deciding not to linger in Root Village any longer.

Back in the capital, the streets were bustling with life, everyone excitedly cheering for the successful repulsion of the disaster wave.

Ren and Itsuki, who had arrived just ahead, were greeted as heroes, showered with flowers from all sides.

As for why Motoyasu was absent, it was because he was likely searching for a place to clean himself up. He definitely didn't want to face the crowd reeking of monster remains, as that would be far too embarrassing for him.

With everyone's attention focused on Ren and Itsuki, Jason and Raphtalia, who entered the city later, went mostly unnoticed.

Jason didn't mind and headed straight for the weapon shop.

As they walked, Raphtalia suddenly stopped and sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked, turning to see Raphtalia bent down to pick up a gold ring from the ground.

"Someone must have bumped into me and dropped this. Huh... where did that person go? They just vanished!" Raphtalia said, looking around in vain for its owner, a puzzled look on her face as she scratched her head.

"Since you can't find them, just throw it away!" Jason suggested.

"But this looks really valuable! If someone lost it, they would definitely be anxious."

"Let me see it," he replied.

"Alright!"

Raphtalia handed the gold ring to Jason.

The gold ring seemed to be crafted from pure gold, adorned with exquisitely beautiful patterns, and set with an exceptionally clear sapphire. From its appearance alone, it was evident that it was a highly valuable item.

Most importantly, Jason felt a sense of familiarity with the ring, though he couldn't quite place it. After all, something so small could easily go unnoticed.

As he struggled to recall where he had seen it, Jason decided to put the ring away.

It wasn't that he was greedy and wanted to keep it for himself; rather, he sensed a hidden conspiracy.

Logically, such a precious ring would either be contained in an exquisite gift box or be carefully carried by its owner. The fact that there was no gift box but only a solitary ring suggested something was amiss. If someone carried it, it wouldn't simply fall to the ground during a casual bump.

With this reasoning, Jason was about 80% certain that the gold ring had been intentionally dropped in front of him by its "owner."

As for what kind of conspiracy lay behind it, he couldn't figure it out just yet, so he decided to stow it away for later examination.

Raphtalia didn't pry, understanding that Jason's actions were likely rooted in his own considerations.

Not long after, the two returned to the weapon shop.

"Haha! Brother Shield Hero, little girl, it seems you both managed to repel the disaster wave successfully and returned safely!" the weapon shop owner called out, his hearty laughter filling the room as Jason pushed the door open.

"Of course! It was Lord Jason who defeated the boss that was the source of this disaster wave!" Raphtalia proudly exclaimed before Jason could speak.

"Hearing that, Brother Shield Hero is truly impressive," the shop owner acknowledged, though he bore a look that suggested he expected nothing less.

"Boss, you should be a bit more surprised! Come on..." Raphtalia sighed deeply, her enthusiasm waning upon noticing the shop owner's expression.

"What's so surprising about this? After all, I've seen the Shield Hero's strength. It's hardly extraordinary for him to take down bosses."

Jason couldn't help but chuckle. "Hey, boss, you must be complimenting me, yet I can't shake this empty feeling."

"Haha! I'm just not very good at flattery. But let's get back to business. Since the disaster wave has just ended, you hurried back here—could it be that your equipment is damaged and needs repairs?"

The shop owner's eyes swept over Jason as he spoke.

"I'm satisfied with my current equipment; there's no damage from this battle. However, there's monster blood everywhere, and I need it cleaned and maintained," Jason replied as he began to remove his gear and placed it on the counter.

After that, he turned to walk deeper into the shop. "Boss, you must have a bathing area here. After so long of fighting, I'm covered in sweat and monster blood. It's quite uncomfortable."

The shop owner stared at Jason, bewildered.

"Brother, do you think of me as a nanny or a hotel? This is a weapon shop, a weapon shop!"

After regaining his composure, the owner shouted.

"Don't be so stingy! I saved the country just now; if you want money, I'll pay!" Jason countered with a grin.

"Okay, fine! There is indeed a bathing area upstairs. Just go up to the second floor and turn left, but you don't need to pay. I'm not stingy."

Ultimately, the shop owner sighed in exasperation.

"Thanks, let's go take a shower, Raphtalia."

Jason immediately headed toward the second floor, calling out to Raphtalia.

"Okay, I'm coming!" she replied, hurriedly following him.

Not long after they ascended, a man entered the weapon shop, breathing heavily and appearing anxious.

"Excuse me, is Master Shield Hero here? Oh… that's right. Master Shield Hero mentioned having something to ask, so I was sent here to find him. My name is Lex."

The weapon shop owner's face twitched upon hearing the name Lex. He realized that Jason did not regard the shop as a mere commercial establishment but rather as a second home.

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Kapitel 44: Chapter 42 Digging The Palace Three Feet Into The Ground

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Time: approximately half a month ago.

The king instructed the pope on how to locate a certain nobleman in the kingdom—a baron.

This was the same baron who had insulted Raphtalia previously, had been threatened by Jason, and had received a slap across the face, turning his appearance into that of a pig's head.

Though some time had passed, and the swelling on his face had mostly diminished, the baron still felt a dull pain in his cheek whenever he recalled that humiliating moment.

Nonetheless, this did not hinder him from hosting the Pope.

After instructing his servants to prepare the finest tea, the baron invited the Pope to take a seat in his parlor.

"My Lord Pope, may I inquire about the purpose of your visit today?"

The baron flashed a courteous smile. It was clear that in this country, aside from the Queen and the King, the Pope was not someone to provoke. However, there was one more person occupying the baron's thoughts—Jason, one of the four summoned heroes.

"Not for any particular reason, simply to inquire about the injury on your face, Mr. Baron. Is it feeling better?"

The Pope maintained that enigmatic smile, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

"I appreciate your concern, Your Holiness. It is no longer a bother. Please, have some tea!"

As he spoke, the baron personally served the tea to the Pope.

"Thank you. So, what are your thoughts on the Shield Hero?"

The Pope lifted the cup, took a sip, and inquired further.

"Please, I would prefer not to discuss that individual."

The thought seemed to frighten the baron, causing him to shudder.

"Why? Logically speaking, you should harbor resentment toward the Shield Hero. After all, he is the reason you've been unable to make public appearances for the last half month."

The Pope set his tea down and gazed directly into the baron's eyes, as if searching for deeper truths.

"While I do, in my dreams, yearn to take a bite out of him, I cannot afford to provoke someone as terrifying as he. If given the choice, I would rather never see him again in this lifetime. Sigh..."

The baron's deep sigh indicated just how afraid he was of Jason.

"My Lord Baron, I underestimated your timidity."

Upon hearing the Pope's words, the baron suddenly shot up from his chair. "No!"

Yet a second later, he deflated like a balloon and slumped back down. "What can I do? You don't understand—Shield Hero is terrifyingly strong. Besides, he is a hero, and there is nothing I can do to him."

"What if I told you there is a way, with a high probability, to eliminate the Shield Hero?"

The Pope's words hinted at a nefarious plot, yet his tone remained disturbingly calm.

The baron fell silent, deep in thought. Given his present fear of Jason, he wouldn't dare provoke him without absolute certainty of success.

"And... this method would pose no risk to you whatsoever."

Noticing the baron's wavering resolve, the Pope pressed on.

"Could you perhaps divulge a hint about this method?"

Finally, the baron could no longer suppress his curiosity.

"When Her Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen held their wedding ceremony, there were two rings as witnesses—one in the possession of the Queen and the other with the King. Though the Queen is far away, the King is close at hand. I want you to secretly hand over the King's ring to the Shield Hero..."

The Pope paused, taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat before continuing, "What do you suppose will happen if Her Majesty the Queen discovers that the King has lost the ring?"

"I'm afraid the future would be quite difficult indeed."

The baron thought for a moment and concluded, recognizing that the King lacked substantial power in this scenario.

"Precisely. Once it becomes known that the ring is missing, in a bid to secure his own comfortable life, the King will undoubtedly do everything in his power to locate it. When he learns that the ring lies in the possession of the Shield Hero..."

Before the Pope could finish, the baron interjected, "The King will certainly take action against the Shield Hero! Ah... This scheme of using another's hand to do the dirty work is truly brilliant. But wait..."

"No, Your Holiness, I'm merely a baron. How could I possibly obtain the King's promise ring? That's sheer folly. If anything, you would be better off hiring a professional thief."

The baron cast a self-mocking glance at his portly physique.

"No, no, no... You've misunderstood. You needn't concern yourself with acquiring the ring from His Majesty the King. At that moment, someone will providentially deliver it to you, and your task will simply be to pass it along to the Shield Hero discreetly."

The Pope shook his head, correcting the baron's misunderstanding.

"I understand now. I see."

The baron's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

"So, Lord Baron, will you join me in this plan?"

"Without a doubt, leave this matter to me."

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Time: about a day ago.

In the king's bedroom within the palace, an earth-shattering roar erupted.

"Who! Who stole my ring? Step forward!"

Suddenly, the entire palace was engulfed in chaos, soldiers rushing about in a frenzy. It seemed as if the very ground of the palace was about to be dug up in a frantic search for the missing item.

Yet, despite the commotion, not a single ring was found—though the cleaning staff had made significant progress in tidying up other debris.

That night, the king struggled to find any peace, restless and agitated, and neither did the soldiers find solace after a long night of turmoil.

The infuriated king glared at the soldiers who had toiled all night and barked out orders filled with fury.

"What are you all doing? A bunch of useless fools! I pay you to protect the palace, yet you can't even capture a thief?"

The king, clad in his pajamas, pointed an accusing finger at the assembled soldiers, his voice dripping with scorn.

"Your Majesty, it may not be a thief after all. Considering no other belongings of the nobles have gone missing, it could be a different situation," one thoughtful soldier interjected, noticing a crucial detail.

"What! Are you implying that I lost the ring myself? Perhaps you are the one who stole it!"

The king, consumed by anger, paid no heed to the soldier's logic.

"I assure you, Your Majesty, that I didn't mean it that way! Please forgive me; I am not a thief!"

The soldier quickly dropped to his knees, begging for mercy, but the king shoved him away, allowing other soldiers to drag him out of the room.

Not long after, anguished cries echoed from a nearby chamber.

With this display, none dared speak again.

In truth, the king began to entertain doubts about whether he had carelessly tossed the ring aside himself. However, whether true or false, he knew he could never admit it.

For if the queen found out that he could misplace a symbol of promise meant for her, the consequences would be disastrous.

After all, whether it be a queen or an ordinary woman, the sentimental value attached to such tokens held immense importance.

Amidst his frantic thoughts, the king couldn't help but feel sympathy for that unfortunate soldier, who'd inadvertently faced the king's wrath in this chaotic affair.

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