Upon hearing the old man's analysis, Glen merely lowered his brows and contemplated for a short while before stating,

"Even if I'm exposed, it won't have much impact on me. I have no attachments in this world. At worst, I'll just leave. If I choose to hide, it will be extremely difficult for them to capture me. I can always make a comeback when I become invincible in the future."

"I must admit, I'm truly envious of your disposition. It seems that nothing can ever trouble you," the old man said with genuine feeling.

"I call it being able to see things in perspective," Glen replied with a smile.

"Hmph, I always have the impression that you're someone who has experienced a great deal, yet you're different from those I've encountered before."

The old man rose to his feet, shouldered the bundle once more, and made his way towards the house.

Glen hastily called out to halt him,

"Wait a moment, old man. There's a string of demonic script inscribed on the inner side of this bracelet. Could you take a look at it for me?"

The old man stopped, snatched the bracelet, and squinted at it. Subsequently, he put it down and said, "This is ancient demonic language. I don't understand it either."

"Ancient demonic language?" Glen exclaimed in astonishment. "Does demonic language evolve and change over time?"

"Ancient demonic language, also known as high-level demonic language, is a language exclusively used by upper-ranking demons and those of even higher status for communication. To this day, no one has been able to fully comprehend it. The current demonic language is commonly employed by high-ranking demons and those of lower ranks,"

the old man explained.

What on earth should I do? Should I go and seek out an upper-ranking demon to inquire about it? Forget it. I'll think about it if I get an opportunity... Glen immediately abandoned his attempt to delve into the matter.

After bidding farewell to the old man, he opted to drive a deer-drawn cart to Dudd Town.

Dudd Town was no longer filled with commotion. At present, the griffin knights were still patrolling and taking rests within the town.

Not long after Glen entered the town, a shout resounded from the sky above.

He turned his head and was surprised to find that it was Windsor.

"Leaving without a word is rather impolite, sir."

The griffin landed gracefully, and the female knight, clad in a form-fitting silver armor that accentuated her figure, smiled at Glen.

Glen gave an awkward smile and promptly concocted an excuse, saying, "I suddenly remembered that there was something urgent at home, so I left earlier."

"Leaving without permission while being conscripted is a blatant defiance of the kingdom's laws. You've committed a rather serious error,"

Windsor attempted to intimidate him.

Glen feigned a look of extreme fear and said apprehensively, "I'm truly sorry, Lady Knight! I'll never dare to do it again. Please don't take me back!"

Upon seeing the reaction she had anticipated, Windsor burst into hearty laughter, her unique warrior's voice proving to be most melodious.

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"Hahaha... Alright, alright. I was just teasing you. A civilian like you who volunteered is not bound by this law."

After hearing this, Glen patted his chest, feigning relief, and said, "Lady Knight, you really gave me a fright. I don't want to end up in prison."

This display of his once again amused Windsor. She suddenly leaped down from the back of the griffin, strode over to the deer-drawn cart with her long legs, and then lightly jumped onto the cart frame, bending forward slightly.

Glen, who was seated on the cart at that moment, could only look up, and the perspective was somewhat thrilling.

Windsor curved her lips and said softly, "Would you consider becoming my personal valet? I'll take you to the royal capital. You'll enjoy better living conditions, don more elegant attire, and interact with more prominent figures."

Glen blinked his eyes, not expecting her to make such a proposal.

It seems that the massage I gave her last time really pleased her. She actually came all the way here to find me... Glen thought to himself, amused.

He quickly deliberated on the appropriate expression to adopt and then replied with humility and sincerity,

"I'm truly grateful that you've taken a liking to me, Lady Knight. However, I already have my own business here. Although it may seem insignificant in your eyes, I'm a civilian with dreams! I wish to build my own future with my own industrious hands. Therefore, please allow me to decline your kind offer."

These words were so inspiring that even Windsor felt a warmth welling up in her heart. She suddenly realized that the man before her was quite extraordinary, and her favorable impression of him grew exponentially.

"I never expected you to possess a heart as resolute as that of a knight. Asking you to be my personal valet would be an insult to you. I even foolishly thought that a wage of two gold coins would be sufficient to sway you,"

Windsor said as she took a seat beside Glen, a touch of self-mockery in her voice.

"Er..." Glen twitched the corner of his mouth upon hearing this.

Just say what you have to say, but why bring up the gold coins? This is simply rubbing it in... he grumbled inwardly.

"If there's nothing else, Lady Knight, I need to attend to my affairs..." Glen reminded her cautiously.

Upon hearing this, Windsor playfully turned her beautiful face towards him and said, "This is the first time a man has ever tried to send me away. Don't I appeal to you in the least?"

As she spoke, she deliberately leaned closer to Glen's face, her eyes narrowing slightly, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Is she really going to keep this up?... Glen gently pushed her away, maintaining his persona, and said, "How could I ever harbor such presumptuous thoughts towards you, Lady Knight? I think it's better for me to focus on my own endeavors."

Windsor propped her face up with her hand, her gaze fixed on Glen, her tone still carrying a hint of flirtation,

"Alright, after all this talking, you still haven't told me your name. What is it?"

"I'm..." Glen was about to quickly get rid of her when another griffin knight descended from the distant sky.

"Mr. Dylan, and Captain Windsor, what are you two doing together?" Elena jumped down from her mount and asked in surprise.

Why is there another one?... Glen thought, his head aching.

"So your name is Dylan," Windsor said with a smile. Then she looked at Elena and asked, "You know him too?"

"I conscripted him to be a logistics personnel previously, and he agreed without hesitation," Elena said truthfully.

Windsor nodded in understanding. She jumped down from the cart and said, "You two have a chat. I'll wait over there."

Elena performed a knight's salute. After Windsor mounted the griffin, she turned to Glen and asked with concern, "I heard that something unexpected occurred on the battlefield, and a powerful werewolf emerged. Did you get injured?"

"No, I left early. Thank you for your concern," Glen said sincerely, harboring a favorable impression of this female knight.

"That's good. I've been here all this time and couldn't fight alongside my comrades on the battlefield. I'm truly disheartened," Elena first smiled, then her expression turned regretful.

"Everyone has their own responsibilities. Just do what you're supposed to do. There's no need to feel regretful or discontented," Glen consoled her softly.

"Thank you. It's just that seeing so many comrades lose their lives on the battlefield while I'm here... it makes me feel a pang of sadness."

"They are heroes, and we will always remember them. The current peace and beauty are what they sacrificed their lives for. I believe this is what every warrior in the kingdom hopes for. Dying on the battlefield while defending their homeland is a sort of honor,"

Glen said, recalling a line from a game.

Upon hearing these words, tears silently streamed down Elena's face, yet she was smiling. "Yes, it is a sort of honor. If everyone could remember them like you do, Mr. Dylan, then all of this would be worthwhile."

Glen couldn't help but reach out to wipe away her tears and then gently patted her head. But then he quickly realized that it might not be appropriate and hastily withdrew his hand.