672: Chapter 613: I am the Supre Falling-off-the-Horse King!
(5600, second update)_2 672: Chapter 613: I am the Supre Falling-off-the-Horse King!
(5600, second update)_2 Especially after they learned that the other team belonged to the Dragon Worship Cult, many local soldiers of South Ridge simply let them through.
It wasn’t that the Dragon Worship Cult wielded imnse power, but rather that everyone had functioning eyes.
Just monts ago, a True Dragon Master flew by, and the display was nearly apocalyptic.
Asking them to inspect the Dragon Worship Cult’s team seed almost like a slight to those soldiers’ love for their hotown.
Moreover, they had already repelled all Phantasm attacks during this ti, and had locked all Magical Beasts and experint subjects within the Avak Domain—this alone was a great achievent.
Everyone was awaiting their reward and promotion; why risk causing trouble?
When Ian arrived at the camp of the Knight Order of Inspectorate with the Huai Guang Rescue Team and the team of the Dragon Worship Cult, what he saw was no different from a typical military camp.
Many Knights and their squads were chatting in high spirits, sharing stories of powerful enemies and Phantasms they’d encountered, while boasting about their own rits and abilities.
So were astonished by their comrades’ accomplishnts, while others sat alone in the corner, quietly pondering whether their recent achievents were sufficient for a promotion or to exchange for a crucial ingredient for a Magic Potion.
Everyone was preoccupied with their own matters; the chaos had ended, all who had fought had gained rits, and everyone was still alive, looking forward to a brighter tomorrow.
——Except for the million inhabitants of the Avak Domain.
——Those who had passed away.
No one truly cared about their fate.
Ever since Michael left, Ian had been silently observing all this, not feeling that there was anything amiss.
It was already difficult to expect Humans to understand each other’s suffering, let alone residents from the Grand Duchy—who are not the compatriots of these soldiers, mostly transferred from the Southern Territory and directly governed territories of the Imperial Capital, and who had few family ties with them.
Furthermore, the dead without bodies were reduced to re numbers, incapable of easily stirring empathy in others, unlike living beings.
Therefore, it was no surprise that everyone Ian encountered seed sowhat relaxed, contemplating their future after finishing their work and planning to have a drink back at their hotown tavern.
This was quite normal.
And it was because of this ‘normalcy’ that Ian felt the urge to sigh.
At this point, it was ti for Ian and the Fae to part ways with the Huai Guang Rescue Team and the team of the Dragon Worship Cult.
Seizing the opportunity, Ian found Adalbert, triggered the Silent Voice Ring, and engaged in what appeared to be an ordinary conversation with Adalbert under the guise of a routine interaction.
This Deceased Monarch Researcher already knew his destination and had slightly guessed that Ian was probably sowhat personally involved with the Dragon Worship Cult—not surprising him in the least, as Adalbert knew Ian’s status as the Heir of Xiliad, making it clear that his loyalties did not lie entirely with the Empire; it was normal for him to have connections elsewhere.
“So,” said Adalbert,
His voice, now back to normal, no longer carried the somber overtones of a soul—as the young researcher said nervously, “I just follow the Dragon Worship Cult’s team and hide in South Ridge for a while?”
“Hide for a while?”
Ian raised an eyebrow and shook his head, “You’re likely to stay there permanently, my friend.
My domain is in South Ridge, and they’ll take you there.
Once I return from the Imperial Capital to my ho, we can et again.”
“In my domain, we’ll have a safe space to seriously discuss our next research project…
and your future plans.”
“I see…
Okay,” Adalbert hesitated, and Ian knew perfectly well that it was not that he was unwilling to follow him, but rather, as a dutiful son, he yearned to see his mother.
On this matter, Ian had no easy solutions; he could only comfort him with logic: “Do you think the Duke would do anything to your mother?
Impossible, she’s definitely safer than you are right now—you’ll have a chance to visit the Grand Duchy with later.”
“Don’t worry about it, even if the Duke of Solin truly wishes to carry out the Deceased Monarch project, there will always be a segnt of the population that remains in the real world, and your mother will surely be among them.”
“I know…” Adalbert sighed heavily, weighed down by concerns, as he lowered his gaze to his hands: “You’re right.
It’s as if I’m partaking in a sealed experint, unable to return for now.”
“Returning to the Grand Duchy at this point would be a show of disrespect not only for my life but also for the safety of my mother.”
After all, he was a smart person and was well aware of his priorities.
Ian nodded slightly, “If your existence were to be revealed, those targeting you wouldn’t be limited to the Empire and Fiery Fla Land…
The future prospects of the Deceased Monarch Dao far exceed your imagination.
When I return to South Ridge, I’ll describe it to you.”
“Mm-hmm,” Adalbert responded without a hint of doubt in Ian, and Ian indeed planned to tell him about the potential impact of the ‘Spirit Gods’ inheritance on the world.
But for now, they had to temporarily part ways.
The Huai Guang Rescue Team and the Dragon Worship Cult’s team departed, leaving Ian and the Fairy Misses at the Knight Order of Inspectorate’s camp, awaiting the rendezvous with Tres and others.
However, after a long wait, they still didn’t et up with Tres.
“They said that Tres was conscripted by the deputy commander to blockade the Mountain-Bearing Tortoise—that’s what happens when he chooses to follow them, right?
A Third Energy Level specin who has been biologically experinted on by Fiery Fla Land is important research material.”
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