Chapter 788: The Traitor Mentioned By The Comrades

Abel and the elven soldier walked around the alleyway in the town for a long time.

After confirming that the orcs behind them had disappeared, Abel finally calmed down and let out a long breath.

"Boss, are we going back now?" the elven soldier asked Abel.

"Yes." Abel nodded. Then, he began to look at the surrounding buildings and said, "Where are we?"

"I don't know either." the elven soldier shook his head and replied, "Why don't we ask the pedestrians on the street?"

"Yes, go and ask someone. Remember, be polite." Abel instructed.

"Yes." after the soldier nodded, he walked to the main street and stopped a dwarf. He asked, "Mister, do you know where this is?"

"This is the West Cellar." the dwarf raised his hand and pointed at the road sign on the side of the street without raising his head. He answered, "Isn't it written on this road sign?"

"Ah, I see. Thank you, thank you." an awkward smile appeared on the elven soldier's face. He retreated to the side and made way for the dwarf.

After seeing the dwarf walk far away, the elven soldier returned to Abel's side and reported, "Boss, they said this is the West Cellar."

"West Cellar?" Abel frowned. He felt that this name was somewhat familiar. He asked, "Have we heard of it before?"

"I seem to remember it too..." the soldier pondered. "Right, the old man guarding the city gate. Isn't his niece acting in the West Cellar?"

"Yes, you're right." Abel also regained his memory. He said, "Then let's go and support his niece."

The elven soldier widened his eyes and asked, "Boss, are we really going?"

"Of course. After all, the old dwarf kindly reminded us once. No matter what, we have to do what we promised him." Abel nodded. "If you don't want to go, I'll go myself."

"No, no, no, I'll go too." the elven soldier waved his hand in panic.

"Let's go." Abel said. "I was wondering why the people on the street were walking in the same direction. It seems that everyone is here to watch the show. Just follow them."

"Yes."

The two of them followed the flow of people on the street and went to the most famous theater in the Western Cellar.

The bodies of Claremont and the others were transported back to Drondheim's military camp. The news spread in the city, and the relatives of the deceased came military camp for a few days in a row. Mournful wails spread throughout the entire military camp. Adonis was responsible for commanding the soldiers to maintain order. When the families of the sacrificed soldiers pounced in front of him and asked him why his son had fallen into the deep sea, he could only suppress his grief and explain to them word by word.

"The plotters who framed the soldiers will definitely be punished." Adonis guaranteed.

The parents of the dead soldiers who knelt in front of the mourning hall and cried until they fainted. They were all carefully taken care of by their sons' comrades later on.

When the news of the deaths of all the soldiers reached Drondheim City, the people were even more incredulous.

The compensation sent by the royal family didn't give them any sense of reality.

When the soldiers' bodies were transported back to the city, they saw that the familiar faces never opened their eyes again. Only then they felt the immeasurable pain from the bottom of their hearts.

When Derrick knew that the soldiers' bodies would be cremated in three days, he rushed back to Devitt from Durandal without a moment's delay with Devitt and the others.

When their horse caravan entered the city gate, the people stood on both sides of the road to welcome their return.

Devitt's father and mother immediately rushed to the front of Devitt's horse. With tears in their eyes, they greeted him, "You're back."

Devitt was helped off the horse by the soldiers accompanying him. When he saw his parents, tears began to fall uncontrollably.

"Father, mother." Devitt choked with sobs. "I'm sorry."

When he woke up in the hospital bed, the amputation operation had already ended. His right leg had been replaced with a prosthetic limb.

"It's fine. You're back, that's all that matters." Devitt's father walked forward and hugged his helpless son.

After returning to the barracks, Derrick immediately walked to the mourning hall and prostrated himself in front of Claremont's coffin.

Derrick's heart seemed to have been pierced through by sword. He could only cover his mouth to prevent himself from crying.

In his impression, Claremont had always been a quiet and kind child. He liked to hide in a corner and read books that others couldn't understand. Although he rarely took the initiative to communicate with you, you could read his respect for you and his love for the military camp from his devout eyes.

Claremont's father had passed away seven or eight years ago, leaving his mother alone in the family. Thinking of the lonely figure of the old woman, Derrick's throat felt like it was being squeezed by someone. So painful that he couldn't make any sound.

When Derrick learned that Claremont was about to be appointed by Kant as the commander, he felt envious, and even a hint of injustice. Now that he thought about it, he was really too childish back then.

Adonis walked over and helped Derrick sit down on a chair to the side. Seeing that he had buried his face between his knees, Adonis also sat down beside Derrick.

"Claremont's mother arrived this morning. She has fainted from crying and is being taken care of in the infirmary." Adonis said softly as he leaned back in his chair.

"Is the old lady alright?" Derrick finally raised his head, his eyes still bloodshot.

"She's fine." Adonis looked at him and answered, "She's just hyperventilating."

"Okay." Derrick nodded and said, "Claremont is one of my soldiers. In the future, I'll take care of his elderly's pension." Derrick nodded

"His Highness has already allocated a batch of compensation to the relatives of the deceased soldiers. There's no need for you to worry about this." Adonis waved his hand and said.

"No, Claremont has yet to fulfill his filial piety. I will complete it for him. His mother will be my family. I'll take care of her." Derrick said with a determined look in his eyes.

"Then, are you ready to return to Drondheim?" Adonis' eyes turned serious.

"Yes." Derrick nodded. Derrick nodded.

"Sigh." Adonis sighed and said, "Since you made your own choice, I will support you."

The conversation between the two ended. After leaning back on the chair to rest for a while, Adonis got up and continued with his duties. As for Derrick, he went to the infirmary to visit Claremont's mother.

Three days later, the bodies of seven soldiers were cremated, and their ashes were sent to their respective homes.