Fantasy Lord: Beginning with Daily Intelligence Chapter 147 - 119: Returning in Glory, Farewell to Count Eng

Ti passed slowly.

Upon entering Frost Moon Province, the journey naturally slowed down a bit. After all, with Thor’s team being so large, several Noble Lords along the way were quite startled. In such a situation, it was hard to advance quickly.

Luckily, everything still went smoothly.

A month later.

Thor and his horsen finally approached Dressrosa Town.

As they entered Dressrosa Town, Thor’s expression involuntarily carried a tinge of sentintality.

A year and a half had passed, yet Dressrosa Town hadn’t changed at all.

The scene was exactly as it was in his mory before he left.

The arrival of Thor and his group stirred up quite a commotion.

Such a "huge" Knight Order made the people of Dressrosa Town think the Lord Count had personally arrived.

Amid the chaos.

A group of knights, along with a civil servant from Dressrosa Town, hurried over.

When they arrived.

The civil servant imdiately prostrated himself on the ground.

"Lord Count!"

A respectful voice tinged with trembling arose, sowhat flustered.

The knights accompanying him also quickly attempted to kneel on one knee.

However, their leader did not act, thus they could only wait anxiously.

And their leader, Morris Dressrosa, was deeply shaken, staring intently at the young knight leading them, montarily unable to react.

Until.

"Brother Morris, it’s been a long ti!"

A gentle voice resonated, accompanied by slightly familiar words from the present, also rembered.

Only then did Morris Dressrosa suddenly co to his senses.

"You, you’re Thor!"

Morris Dressrosa’s voice carried a trace of quiver.

He looked at Thor, then at the Knight Order Thor led, feeling as if he was dreaming.

"Of course, Brother Morris!"

Thor nodded with a smile.

He naturally recognized the man before him as his fourth brother, also the fourth son of Count Engle.

Count Engle’s descendants numbered over twenty, nine of whom were adults. Among them, besides Thor, three had chosen to beco Pioneer Lords.

The second, third, and seventh sons, respectively.

As for the remaining few.

The eldest brother is being grood as a candidate for Count, the fourth brother, Morris Dressrosa here, beca an Apprentice Knight at eighteen and chose to stay with the family, becoming a Clan Guardian Knight.

The fifth brother was adopted by a paternal uncle to inherit titles, the eighth brother was expelled from the family for failing to beco an Apprentice Knight at eighteen, becoming a Wandering Knight.

Regarding this fourth brother, Thor, with inherited mories, still had quite a few recollections.

Among several brothers, he was relatively nice to Thor, especially since this fourth brother stayed with the family, making their interaction more frequent.

Once, Morris Dressrosa was an aspiration for the previous self.

In the forr self’s dreams, he wanted to beco a Clan Guardian Knight like Morris Dressrosa.

However, his arrival changed everything.

"It really is you, sorry!"

"It truly shocked , Thor, you’ve changed so much!"

Morris Dressrosa finally ca to himself, speaking with heartfelt emotion.

But his words, along with the previous dialogue, instantly stiffened the civil servant who had been prostrate on the ground.

"Not, not the Lord Count!"

"Young Master Thor?"

The civil servant’s eyes were sowhat bewildered, montarily at a loss for what to do.

"Hahaha, Brother Morris, I also feel I’ve changed a lot!"

Thor laughed, speaking as he dismounted and walked forward.

As for the civil servant on the ground, he paid him no mind.

Morris Dressrosa did the sa.

The two brothers shared a warm hug.

Then they separated.

"Let’s go!"

"Knowing you’re back, Father will surely be delighted!"

"By the way, I heard you went to the Northern Province to beco a Pioneer Knight; didn’t you wish to be a Clan Guardian Knight before? Hope you’re fine, no dangers?"

The gentle voice carried concern as Morris Dressrosa spoke, leading Thor forward.

"Brother Morris, people change; compared to staying with the family, I still want to go out and explore!"

"Luckily, the Northern Province is much more interesting than Frost Moon Province."

"Is that so?"

"I have to hear about it."

As they conversed, the group headed toward the castle.

Only the embarrassed civil servant was left behind.

Yet clearly, no one paid him any heed, including those knights.

At this mont, the knights were curiously watching Thor and Morris Dressrosa’s backs, as well as the mbers of Thor’s Knight Order.

"Hey, are you Mark?"

In the observation, a knight from Morris Dressrosa’s Knight Order seed to hear a familiar voice, speaking with surprise.

"Portolano!"

Within Thor’s Knight Order, Mark’s expression held a trace of delight.

"It really is you, you, you?"

Portolano exclaid with shock, glancing at a familiar friend in his mory, then at the unicorn the other was leading, feeling disbelief.

Mark previously was an Apprentice Knight like him, and Apprentice Knights did not possess warhorses, yet now Mark was riding a unicorn, with his status now unmistakable.