871 Into The Enemy's Base

Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din! Din!

Peew Peew Peew Peew.

As Vincent's unit slowly advanced, another unit began snipping the event scouts on the trees, bushes and so on.

And after taking care of the scouts, another team swooped in, hid the bodies, wore their outfits over their uniforms and pretended as if nothing happened.

With this, Vincent's unit, which also disguised themselves, calmly passed through as if they belonged to the base.

With thousands and thousands of enemies here, it was impossible for these people to know everyone.

And the fact that Vincent and the rest can calmly walk in means that the enemy scouts and those on the lookout knew them, further proving that they belonged here.

More importantly, almost everyone was fascinated by the strange glowy light phenomenon way up in the sky that distracted them the last few nights.

So many theories had come up, estimating that he might be the sign of a birth of a new king or whatnot.

At least that was the latest gossip that kept them filled the base.

But while they were somewhat lax, Vincent and his unit steadily went in, with the excuse of being hungry and in dire need of food.

They also joined those who talked about the phenomenon and even cracked a few jokes here and there.

So far, so good.

"Hahahahhahahaha!

I knew it.

The fact that these glowy stars are above us means that our leader, his highness Winston will be the future king.

Look!

Even the stars in the sky now down to his highness.

That's why they're here to watch over us."

"Wawww.

His highness is amazing!

If the heavens can recognize him, then that means that we followed the right person.

Hahahhahahahah!

I'm sure those idiots who blindly followed the first prince will be very shocked and frightened when they realize that our master is a star chosen by the heavens."

"That's right.

Our master is the greatest!"

Everyone gleefully bragged about their master while Vincent's unit scattered around as planned.

Oh my God, he was actually in enemy territory!

Vincent tried to calm his heart while following a few more men in his unit towards the kitchen.

From the report from the nearby villages, as well as what they had observed these past few days, many women and children were taken by force to be cooks or bedmates while these people wanted for the battle to begin.

They used their privileges and claimed that these women and children were just fulfilling their duty as Deifer Women, which was to provide service and make the knights happy.

After all, weren't women just meant to raise, take care of and birth strong Deifer warriors?

Even the poetry, calligraphy, singing, dancing, and everything else that they learnt was to be used to entertain their husbands whenever asked.

So these women should be happy that they were even given a chance to cook and warm the bed of the men who belonged to Deiferus' future Monarch.

Vincent, who was now close to the kitchen, began walking tiredly.

He walked as if he was about to drop dead any minute from now.

Bam.

He fell just beside the bonfire that had several others gathered around, either sleeping, eating or gossiping.

To blend in even more, he quickly seized a cup of rum from one of the already scared girls who were passing around distributing food.

"Give it to me!"

"S-s-s-sorry." The poor girl stammered and quickly handed it over.

"Hahahahahaha!

Brother, are you trying to get this one too?

Pui!

I heard she was as stiff as a log and nothing to enjoy about."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's true.

She's a dead one.

But what are we going to do?

We have to manage what we have, so I guess she can do."

"Hahahhahahaha!"

Everyone laughed and joked about their experiences with the ladies.

Vincent laughed and following the 14-year-old girl playfully.

Looking at his demeanour, everyone knew that he wanted the little lassie tonight.

"Stop!"

The young girl turned around in fear.

These past few days had been hell for her.

Sometimes, she would satisfy 5 men at once, and other times, it would be 2.

She had been tossed, turned, slapped, beaten and badly bruised because these men found pleasure in it.

She knew that it was a woman's duty to take care of the knights since the women officially belonged to the empire until they got married.

Of course, no man would marry those that pleasure another knight, which left these victimized women in a pickle.

Because once they got home, they would be driven to desperation, so much so that many chose to continue the lifestyle since eve one already saw them as a vixen.

Some committed suicide under pressure while others chose to leave their himes and settle very far away where no one knew them.

There, they would start a brand new life.

Bottom line, the future for these women was typically very saddening.

The poor girl shivered when she saw Vincent playfully approaching her.

"Y-y-you... What do you want?

I was told that I could have this night to rest since I'm on kitchen duty."

Vincent just smiled, came close to her ears and whispered.

"Don't be afraid.

Just play along.

We are here to save you."

The girl's eyes open in shock.

She didn't believe it at all