"Corrupted… Divine Chosen? What is that?"
Phield put on a perfectly innocent expression.
"Then forget it. How about a drink? We can chat while drinking."
Like performing a magic trick, Sinta pulled out an entire barrel of ale from her spatial artifact and handed Phield a wooden mug.
"My honor, milady. Boys, slaughter a sheep."
Phield removed his helmet and sat beside the freshly lit campfire with Sinta. The soldiers nearby immediately went off to slaughter a sheep while Phield casually adjusted the firewood with two pokes.
"What happened?"
"It's an evil Divine Chosen. That woman's combat strength is terrifying. Among the military's Third-Tier Divine Chosen, she could rank within at least the top ten. And she appeared near your safe zone. Listen carefully, wooden walls absolutely cannot stop her."
"Top ten…"
Phield was genuinely shocked. Was the military really this powerful?
"Then compared to the Imperial Guards?"
