Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 770 - 238 Farewell, Celebratory Banquet, The Taste of a Beautiful Witch and Kael’s Pattern (10K)

In the heat of battle, one does not feel heartache, but once the dust settles, that is when I find my spirits sinking.

When Kael lifted him from the Ice Coffin, his gaze inadvertently fell upon that pale face, and a surreal feeling surged through his heart.

His strongest memory of Teris was of the distinguished middle-aged Ranger, who most often had a grimace on his face.

Perhaps it was because the border Rangers had insufficient strength in the early years, bearing too much pressure.

And though Old Barry was strong enough, he acted more like a warrior than a leader of the Rangers.

The worries about inadequate strength and concerns over an unreliable leader had left this middle-aged man forever with a look of anxiety on his face.

But now, it seemed as if he had relinquished the burdens in his heart. That expression, usually so full of woe, now revealed a sense of peace, as if he could finally slip into a restful sleep.

"Sleep now, this time, you can finally take a long break and rest fully."

Kael stood up, placed him into the cremation furnace, and then patted Uncle Barry on the shoulder, saying,

"Uncle Barry, you are their Commander, you need to pull yourself together now."

Old Barry nodded, saying, "Yeah, it's fine, separation and reunion come and go, I'm used to it. This time it's him, next time it might be me."

"Used to it… such a thing is impossible to get used to," Kael spoke softly.

"In this damned world, someone always has to die for something, getting used to it is actually not bad, it leaves behind fewer regrets, frees you from wallowing in sorrow."

Kael looked at the Old Knight, wondering when Old Barry had started to seem even more aged.

Despite having become an armored Knight, advancing further on the path of Extraordinary Rank, even finally hoping to touch the threshold of the Holy Realm, theoretically, he should be growing younger.

Kael spoke with some difficulty, "I'll handle the Wolf Cavalry myself."

Although the Wolf Cavalry team was established later, from personnel selection to mount training, and for a long period, these young members of the Wolf Cavalry were all guided by him.

"Go and see those kids," Old Barry said.

"Right."

Old Barry will take the remaining ten Rangers to the large cremation furnace.

The blazing flames of the cremation furnace behind consumed Teris's body.

Approaching Dan, Kael softly asked, "Have the causes of death for those fifty-seven Wolf Cavalry been investigated?"

"Sixteen of them died due to lack of experience which led to irrevocable deaths," Dan sighed, "As for the rest of the reasons…"

"Understood…" Kael struggled to phrase his words, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head and sighed, "Insufficient true strength."

Although the Wolf Cavalry of today could certainly be considered quite excellent among their peers compared to average professionals,

even many poorly trained young Nobles are no match for many members of the Wolf Cavalry of the same age.

Yet, that's how the battlefield is, sometimes, even those with decent strength might not be able to display it during an army clash.

Kael did not know what exactly they had gone through when they charged into a tribe, but excluding the losses due to lack of experience, the remaining conclusion was simply "insufficient true strength."

"The tribe… wasn't that strong, but it wasn't as weak as imagined, especially at the brink of death."

Although it wasn't Kael's first time realizing the distinction between players and natives, each time, through personal experiences in the field, he genuinely felt that natives and players were completely different entities.

Unlike the players who roamed about freely, for a territory, population growth happened in stages.

Whether it was integrating wandering commoners or using various territorial strategies to increase the number of newborns within the territory, these population increases needed time.

And suitable young people for professional roles required time to train, whether growing from childhood to adulthood or from a commoner trained into a qualified professional.

Time… for a territory, is the simplest, no-brainer method to enhance its own accumulation.

But players were different.

For players, even if killed, they could resurrect.

And even if killed, their professional level wouldn't suffer a catastrophic decline, overall maintaining a relatively smooth professional level curve.

Compared to the natives, without a doubt, the Undead were closer to the concept of "wild monsters" in traditional online games that could continually respawn.

Dan performed a Knight's salute, kneeling before Kael, and said:

"Lord, for anyone who has embarked on the path of a professional, death follows like a shadow. Right from the start, we had prepared ourselves for this."

Watching the Wolf Cavalry being escorted back on the wagon, Kael softly said,

"I'll handle their funerals myself."

The young hexblade at the forefront of the Wolf Cavalry opened his mouth, about to say, "Isn't it inappropriate for you, the Lord, to handle such matters?" But upon seeing Kael's uncompromising gaze, he remained silent.