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“Tifet!” Yasthia's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not unfamiliar with these individuals. However, beyond her astonishment, there was a deeper sense of confusion.
“His Majesty has already granted forgiveness to Prince Buxuria! You need not worry about any threats; Tifet will safely escort His Highness back to the city!” Tifet slowly rose, his magnetic voice devoid of any emotion.
His Majesty... forgiveness... His Highness...
Garen caught these few words clearly. In fact, from Baloo's earlier remarks, he could already discern Yasthia's distinguished identity, but hearing these unique titles directly was still somewhat unexpected.
In the complex web of royal relations, even a few brief phrases could conceal a wealth of information.
Yasthia paused for a moment and forced a smile. “Has my brother... made his choice?”
“Yes, Prince Buxuria is out.” Tifet's cold voice finally carried some emotion, tinged with melancholy.
Yasthia felt an inexplicable sense of disorientation.
After a brief silence, Tifet continued, “However, before you truly return to the imperial capital, there is still a possibility that they may act against you. Therefore, please gather your belongings swiftly so we can depart immediately.”
Going home...
So much time has passed; surely many things have happened within that grand city... After returning, would she still be able to find the taste of home?
Yasthia unconsciously turned her gaze toward Garen.
At that moment, Lion strode over with a confident swagger, twisting his wrist as he approached.
“Hey! This is not something you have the right to hear. Do you want me to personally escort you out?” Lion radiated an overwhelming aura of power, exuding an air of ease as if he didn't regard Garen at all.
The aura was truly unique, filled with the mysterious elements of magic while also carrying a dominating presence of Fighting Spirit, giving one the illusion of actually facing a Lion.
"Idiot!" The Deer shook its head beside him, exasperated. "Can't you see he is a friend of His Highness?"
The Lion first froze, then immediately backed away from Garen as if its tail had been stepped on.
At that moment, Tifet finally spoke again.
"Of course, if His Highness has matters to attend to, I will wait patiently. However, there can only be a maximum of two days!"
Tifet bowed once more to Yasthia and then walked towards the staircase without glancing at Garen, while the Deer Lion Dog trio followed closely behind.
It was clear that the four of them had not gone far; they were likely lurking around the Rental Apartment, as it would also facilitate their protection of Yasthia.
Yasthia's emotions were quite complex at that moment. On one hand, she was fed up with the constant fear of living on the run and had wished countless times to return to the palace. Yet now that the time for parting had come, she felt a twinge of reluctance. Compared to the intrigue and backstabbing within the court, she preferred the quiet yet bustling life in town.
Moreover, ever since meeting Garen, she had not encountered any danger. Instead, it was she who had brought him much trouble, such as in the tavern's back alley or at Black Dragon Mountain Range...
Finally, it was Garen who broke the silence with a smile. "Are you leaving?"
Yasthia hesitated but nodded.
"Congratulations!"
Yasthia was taken aback; from Garen's voice, she found no trace of anger—only sincere well-wishes.
"You... don't blame me?" Yasthia asked softly.
"Are you referring to the Watchtower?" Garen shook his head and smiled. "If it weren't for you, the construction of the Watchtower wouldn't have gone so smoothly. In fact, I should thank you!"
Yasthia couldn't help but feel even more guilty. It was clear that Garen had already considered her a friend, so protecting friends was only natural. On the other hand, Yasthia had always viewed building towers as part of a transaction.
"Let's go to the lighthouse!" Yasthia gritted her teeth and said, "I'll teach you how to build towers!"
Half an hour later, Garen and Yasthia walked out of the Rental Apartment. As they strolled along the street, Garen could sense four distinct presences following closely behind them; it was clearly Tifet and his companions.
At this time of day, there were usually few pedestrians on the street, but today it was unusually lively. In just a short while on Roland Street, Garen saw no fewer than twenty people passing by, all heading in the same direction.
Before long, Garen and Yasthia arrived at the town entrance leading to the Southern Suburbs. There, a massive crowd had gathered, blocking the street completely.
"Should we take a detour?" Yasthia looked at Garen.
"Yeah, we can't get through here..." Garen nodded, but before he could finish his sentence, his expression suddenly turned serious.
Yasthia was taken aback and followed Garen's gaze, only to witness a shocking scene!
In the center of the crowd stood a bulky man in armor, currently gripping someone's neck. Instead of panicking, the onlookers were cheering wildly.
The man being choked was throwing punches and kicks but couldn't break free at all; veins were bulging on his forehead...
Wait! That face looks familiar!
He is...
Black Duncan!
"Hey, what are you doing here?" At that moment, a voice called out from nearby.
Suddenly, Edward in a black suit appeared, along with Sharg, who wore a single black eye patch.
Garen furrowed his brow. "What's going on?"
"We just arrived," Sharg shrugged helplessly. "I heard there are three outsiders here giving a speech slandering Tutulu, and then Black Duncan couldn't take it anymore... and that's how it is."
Sharg's explanation was very much in line with his usual style, cleverly avoiding all the key points.
Garen glanced over at Edward.
"Well, actually, Sharg isn't wrong..." Edward thought for a moment. "To be more precise, they're here to seize territory. It’s said that the leader, Torexis, is a recent favorite of Baron, who secured this territory with his words and ultimately chose this place."
"But trying to directly take the mayor's position won't be that simple. I heard something happened on Rona Street a few days ago, and this person seized the opportunity to slander Tutulu... and now you see what’s happening."
Garen followed the crowd's gaze and saw a young man in a white suit sitting on a large rock with his legs crossed, watching Black Duncan, who was being restrained, with an appreciative look.
The third person was crouched behind Torexis, making it hard to see their appearance.
"I heard you have a good relationship with Black Duncan?" Sharg asked lazily.
Garen frowned, about to speak when suddenly a powerful aura erupted beside him! Sharg had already transformed into an afterimage, skillfully weaving through the crowded people and instantly arriving in front of the Armored Man!
"Bang!" A loud crash echoed as Sharg collided forcefully with the Armored Man! Surprisingly, the Armored Man only staggered back two steps, casually brushing off Black Duncan before roaring angrily and throwing a punch at Sharg!
"Bang!"
When their fists collided, the Armored Man stood firm while Sharg was sent flying backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Sharg slowly got up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Level 10," Sharg squinted his eyes, his voice carrying an unusual seriousness.
Garen's gaze gradually became solemn. The Armored Man was anything but ordinary; even among level 10s, he would undoubtedly be considered a standout.
With only a level 7 Fighting Spirit, Sharg was certainly no match for him.
However, this small incident caught the attention of the three individuals nearby.
The Armored Man wore a look of disdain, flicking his index finger twice in a gesture full of provocation.
Torexis watched the scene with amusement.
Meanwhile, another figure finally leaned forward. Dressed in a black cloak, his pale face stood in stark contrast to the color of his garment...
Garen's pupils suddenly trembled.
He was...
the Necromancer,
Mogao!
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