Free Web Novel"Please let me help you!"
After half a day of struggle, Cyril finally made a decision.
To help them.
To set aside prejudice against alien races and choose to help these poor Beastmen.
These people in front of him were not human, but more akin to Demons.
For a Paladin who has always adhered to the principle of "human supremacy," this was a very difficult decision.
Cyril truly made a significant decision that felt like "betraying his ancestors."
Because they had saved him, they were the benefactors who rescued his life.
And after finally making the decision, Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, feeling it wasn't too difficult to accept.
At least from Cyril's current interactions with these Beastmen, while they may not be kind, they definitely aren't considered evil.
Truly evil individuals wouldn't choose to rescue strangers encountered on the road from a group of Demons and bring them back to their important camp for healing.
At this time, Cyril was actually supposed to have returned to Mist Monastery.
He didn't return to the monastery with his companions but stayed in the Dark Territory, partly to train himself and partly to complete the task given by Herbert.
Herbert had received a potion formula called "Perfect Bloodline" from a self-proclaimed "Furious" unlucky individual, which required collecting blood from different races.
He originally planned to purchase it, but since Cyril volunteered to stay, the task of collecting blood from various races in the Dark Territory was assigned to him.
And Cyril, ultimately, did not disappoint Herbert.
After numerous dangerous encounters and exhausting all his healing methods, he managed to gather blood from a total of 20 races.
Although there was a gap with his initial goal of 40 kinds, the result was enough to affirm Herbert's trust.
Therefore, Cyril chose not to continue overexerting himself and decided to leave, embarking on the journey back to the monastery.
No accidents happened throughout his departure from the Dark Territory, as he carefully avoided any potential battles.
The smooth journey home made Cyril lower his guard, and he relaxed completely upon reaching the surface.
But this carelessness eventually led to a bitter consequence.
Cyril encountered an unexpected situation while passing through Forgotten Forest.
Due to his carelessness, he didn't realize he had been captured and was being treated as prey.
Despite his High Tier power, he was hunted down by a group of arrogant yet powerful slave merchants.
Even more unexpected for Cyril was that there was Legendary-level power among them!
This was simply unbelievable!
Although the mysterious Legendary did not make a move, his mere presence influenced the situation, preventing Cyril from daring to unleash his full power in resistance.
After being ambushed by thieves, Cyril desperately fled while injured, eventually managing to escape the slave merchants' pursuit and darted into the highly dangerous forest.
However, after narrowly escaping from the slave merchants, Cyril did not have time to catch his breath.
The dense branches hindered the steps of the slave merchant, but the blood on his body attracted non-human hunters.
Cyril, who mistakenly entered the woods, was seen as a delicious gift, with countless eyes secretly watching him, trying to tear flesh from his body.
In the forest, Cyril was attacked by hordes of Demons.
As Cyril began to despair, thinking that he would completely perish, he encountered the Beastman Guard Captain out hunting.
With the help of the Guard Captain, Cyril was fortunately able to survive and healed his wounds.
It was this kindness that made Cyril decide to let go of his prejudice against alien races and fulfill his duty as a Paladin.
To assist these weak Beastmen in finding a new home!
For this, he was willing to sacrifice his life.
However...
Although Cyril made a decision, it didn't necessarily mean that the Beastmen would accept his goodwill.
The Guard Captain with a hard face looked at Cyril, shook his head, and silently lowered his gaze.
"..."
Though Cyril's expression was serious, conveying genuine intent,
the tall Beastman on the other side, whose chest was covered with grotesque scars, did not smile.
This silent, towering, scarred... cat-eared strongman, after a moment of silence, raised his hand, patted Cyril's shoulder, and shook his head silently.
Although he didn't speak, his meaning was very clear.
Thank you, but no need.
Hmm!!?
"Mr. Brook?"
Brook of the Beast Ear, as the second strength on the face for the Beast Ear Clan, with High Tier Peak power, ranked only below the Great Shaman, who is the acting leader of the clan.
Even though the Great Shaman possessed Legendary Power, he was very old, and his real strength might not even match before this Guard Captain.
When the Great Shaman passes away, he would undoubtedly become the clan leader of this wandering clan, as he already has considerable authority in the clan.
The reason why Cyril was brought to the territory despite his serious injuries was mainly because of Brook, leading no open opposition.
Cyril believed that with Brook's consent, he could smoothly serve as their guard and thus repay this life-saving kindness.
But now... he was politely declined.
Ah?
Cyril didn't expect to be refused and, feeling awkward, hurriedly asked, "What do you mean? Did you misunderstand, my power actually..."
