Although the situation was not very optimistic, Li Xin felt sowhat reassured by the letter in his pocket. In fact, returning to Dragon Capital was indeed an option.
A carriage slowed down after spotting Li Xin by the roadside. Li Xin waved his hand, the carriage stopped, and he boarded. The coachman shouted twice, flicked the whip, and the carriage clattered away.
The streets of Hedan were shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere due to various events, yet people were still busy. For ordinary people, life goes on no matter who dies.
Li Xin opened the letter, catching a faint scent from Christie. He couldn’t help but smile, but the content of the letter imdiately froze his smile.
"Return to Lirong imdiately. Farewell if fate allows."
Li Xin was stunned for a mont, looked out the window, then back at the letter in his hand, eyes widening. It was Christie’s handwriting; he turned it over to see if there was more, staring blankly at the blank space for a while.
After a while, Li Xin desperately picked up the envelope looking for sothing inside, but it was empty.
Why return to Lirong, even Dragon Capital would be better. Perhaps it’s a secret mission that cannot be spoken of openly.
Leaning against the carriage window, he pursed his lips and gave a bitter smile.
The sound of waves ca to his ears, and before he knew it, the carriage had arrived at the dock. "Sir, we’ve reached George Dock."
Li Xin paused, "To the Lirong Inn, then."
"Yes, sir." The coachman whipped the horse with so enthusiasm. This was a big fare today, and this gentleman seed a bit lost in his thoughts.
At Lirong Inn, the coachman had to call several tis before Li Xin awakened. Li Xin apologized and got off, watching as the coachman drove away.
Although he tried to prepare ntally, trying to act cheerful and carefree, he was not the type like David. The sunny Hedan seed less enjoyable now.
Where to go?
If the Night Patrol and Hex Bird Society were to face a reckoning, staying here was clearly unwise. His identity and circumstances couldn’t withstand scrutiny. The Hex Bird Report had used Utopia Mountain’s stories to crush the Hedan Daily of the Zheng Family and Prince Oliver. Surely, they harbored great resentnt against him. If he were an ordinary person, perhaps he could be exploited. But as a Night Patrol, he risked imprisonnt and torture, possibly ending in death at their hands.
Before they noticed him, fleeing would be the best strategy of all.
There was nothing to be conflicted about; having judged the situation clearly, Li Xin decided to head to Dragon Capital. Aunt Fei, little Xueyin, and Sister Kathy were all there, and he needed to be there too. Besides, matters at Celestial Capital were likely settled, and they wouldn’t trouble him further.
Returning to his room at the inn was like returning to the simple room of a bachelor. There wasn’t much to pack; the valuables were already in his Yazama Karashi. Li Xin glanced at the typewriter Christie had given him, then packed it into the Yazama Karashi too. It wasn’t about who gifted it, but he might rely on it for a living in the future; it’s better than hard labor.
Goodbyes?
Dragon Mother wasn’t around, and as for Ma Liu, Dalivin, and the others, well, farewells weren’t necessary. Living in the hidden world, their etings were coincidences; when the ti cos, they part.
Li Xin wrote a letter, slipped it into an envelope, left a thousand Lira, and tidied up, making the bed and cleaning the room. Forget Justin... it could stay here; life here was probably more comfortable than elsewhere.
Li Xin stood by the window, appreciating the familiar scenery that had returned. He had always cherished this viewpoint from the window.
In Inner City Hedan, Prince Oliver’s mansion was bustling. But ever since the Red-robed Archbishop left, His Highness stopped seeing guests, yet many still sought an audience with him. Even if they couldn’t et the Prince, they ca in floods.
At this mont, Prince Oliver was seated in the hall, experiencing a body completely different from before. He finally grasped the ultimate Hidden Power. Once indulged in such power, everything else was trivial, power nothing more than a chicken rib’s embellishnt. Yet as a usurper on one of the Ancient Paths, he didn’t intend to beco a King and challenge the laws of the Sixth Epoch, but this nation must be in his hands; any puppet would do. The country’s ingredients and faith supply would carry him further.
"Your Highness, will you not see any of them?" Bocuse asked.
Prince Oliver smiled subtly, his handso face carrying a trace of divinity, exuding an aura of ancient godly reverence. The Red-robed Archbishop’s respect yesterday spoke volus, let alone the ordinary folks who might be directly awed.
"No rush, let them wait. We need so days of rest too." Oliver was very patient, a trait essential for a forr inheritor of the Kingdom. In this respect, he naturally had a king’s deanor while his younger second brother had a born patience.
"Your Highness, I may need to take a leave to address a private matter," Bocuse bowed, knowing that Prince Oliver’s success signaled the pinnacle of his Dark Cuisine path.
Oliver smiled, "The legacy of your Gourt Association is truly intriguing, especially your branch. Go ahead, return soon, and bring good ingredients. I haven’t tasted the delicacies of the Gourt yet."
"I won’t let Your Highness down." Bocuse bowed respectfully, taking his leave.
Returning to his room, Bocuse released the ssenger. There were two letters to deliver: one to Ostralia, for he was a Gourt Judge—a true purpose for Ostralia’s presence here; the other for Alain Ducasse, his apprentice and rival in the upcoming duel.
The Gourt legacy duel dictated that every elder would duel their direct apprentice in a culinary showdown, requiring a Gourt Elder as the judge. The winner would beco the new elder, inheriting everything from the counterpart, a tradition passed down for millennia in the Gourt Association.
He chose Prince Oliver. If he had ascended as King, his winning odds were sixty percent, but now, with Prince Oliver, his victory was ninety-nine or even a hundred percent certain. Witnessing Oliver effortlessly defeat a Judgent Angel confird to him the assured triumph.
A Greedy Angel from the divine Old Era was indeed overpowering in this ti.
The Church Court’s Perfur was still in the great hall, bowing in respect, "Honorable Prince Oliver, my mission is complete, and I must take my leave."
Oliver regarded the Perfur, "How many Perfurs does the Church Court have now?"
"Your Highness, there are three currently. Through this trial, upon returning, I will be promoted to a high-ranking Master Perfur, thanks to your grace," the Perfur replied respectfully.
Oliver smiled, "Oh, and how do you plan to thank ?"
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