Capítulo 790: Chapter 390: Fasal Village – Broken

Meanwhile, in Fasal Village.

Basel and several other squad captains had already arranged for residents to wait near the city walls and gates.

Besides that, Basel himself led soldiers to start searching for Black Stones inside the territory’s public buildings.

This was Zhou Bai’s instruction, knowing of the existence of Black Stones, they couldn’t just let them quietly threaten their territory.

Therefore, Zhou Bai had shown the Black Stones he currently held in his hand to Basel.

After becoming familiar with the appearance of the Black Stones, Basel naturally began leading teams to search, dividing into different squads to conduct a carpet search of the public buildings in the territory.

Of course, after learning of the situation, many other Professionals also started searching within the territory.

For the residents of Fasal Village, these Black Stones were now like a giant sword hanging over their heads, potentially falling at any moment.

“Nothing, we can’t find a thing,” said a Soldier standing in front of the tailor shop to Basel, his expression one of utter dejection.

The tailor shop was only so large, and ten of them had carried out a thorough search inside, even checking for objects smaller than the Black Stones, but now they hadn’t even seen a speck of Black Stone dust.

“Search again, and if you still can’t find anything, move on to a different location,” Basel commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

And so, the entire squad searched again, but in the end, they still came up empty.

Under such circumstances, they had no choice but to move to another location.

However, one after another, they found no trace whatsoever.

This scene did not just occur with Basel’s squad; other squads also came back without any finds.

After a few rounds of this, everyone communicated and couldn’t help but start to doubt the existence of Black Stones within the public buildings.

“Could it be that there are no Black Stones at all in Fasal Village and it’s just something Hope Village conjured up to slander the Lord, or perhaps to ensure our allegiance?” one Soldier couldn’t help but spin a conspiracy theory.

This possibility was considerable, since after learning about their Lord’s actions, their disappointment was complete, to say nothing of respect; they even considered getting rid of him as quickly as possible.

Basel listened and paused; the same thought had just flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it, knowing that Hope Village had no need for such tactics.

The Lord’s abandonment of Fasal Village essentially meant abandoning them as well; their loyalty to the Lord had already greatly diminished, so it would be superfluous for Hope Village to fabricate such a claim.

Thus, their inability to find the Black Stones only proved one thing: the Black Stones were definitely treated specially by their Lord, and with their current power, they simply couldn’t find them.

Thinking this, Basel felt a surge of resentment in his heart; to take revenge on Hope Village, their Lord had gone too far.

“It couldn’t have been Hope Village’s doing,” Basel stated firmly. “Would they risk creating a situation like this based on a pretext? It only proves that this is real, and they truly produced the Black Stones.”

Basel’s words burst the bubble of the Soldiers’ hopes, they were all too aware of the reality but entertained such thoughts as a way to comfort themselves, reassuring that death was not as imminent as it seemed.

“Continue the search, I will go and find out more from Hope Village,” Basel said, pressing his lips together, “Don’t worry too much, we are all Intermediate Professionals. The Magic Power of a High-level Magic Scroll is limited, with our abilities, we can survive longer, and there’s always a chance to escape. As for the search, please do your best for the sake of so many residents in our territory! Besides, our friends and family are here as well!”

Basel’s words were indeed realistic, if anyone in Fasal Village was worried, surely it wouldn’t be them.

It was not about doubting their own safety, but rather the safety of their family members.

“Understood,” the Soldiers replied, their expressions much more determined and their motivation instantly boosted.

After comforting the Soldiers, Basel turned and headed for the city wall.

Atop the city wall, Zhou Bai was no longer there, but Li Xingteng was still keeping watch.

The platform for the giant war chariots had been significantly expanded, covering at least two giant chariots, so now the entire platform seemed to span over two hundred square meters. Even though it was constructed with wood, it looked exceptionally stable.