Rein nodded.
So that’s it, no wonder Count Habs designated Cleya as the first heir. After all, among Nobles, besides strength being the biggest backing, horizontal communication and connections are also indispensable.
"Don’t worry, I think there will always be a way." Rein hugged Cleya, his fingers gently stroking her porcelain-like skin, comforting her.
"Mm!"
After lingering for a while, Cleya looked at the dim light outside the window and suddenly realized, saying:
"Oh no, it’s almost dawn, I have to go back. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be good if the servants saw us!"
Last night’s battle ended after two in the morning, then they spent several hours in a ’battle of endurance’, and now lying here, dawn was near.
"Is it really a problem if the servants see us?" Rein couldn’t help but wonder.
"It’s not good, not good at all. Our relationship, Father doesn’t know, and if he cos back and finds out..."
"Besides, as the first heir of the Habs family, I represent the family’s image and still need to be mindful of the impact." With that, Cleya quickly got up, revealing a beautiful scene.
Rein thought for a mont, nodded, and didn’t say anything more.
Moreover, he indeed needed a good rest.
...
When Rein woke up again, the light outside the window, even through the curtains, was already quite strong.
He estimated the ti to be around ten in the morning, maybe even close to eleven.
However, that sleep left Rein feeling refreshed!
"I should head to the training room first, the ’Rockdillo’s Guardian Staff’ needs to be upgraded quickly!"
"I’m about to change classes, need to put in more effort!"
"Oh right, at this ti, I wonder if Anna and Neoro have arrived?" Rein couldn’t help but ponder.
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Sava Province.
In the Black Swamp, within a camp of a native tribe.
All around, dozens of stilt houses were dismantled into ruins, many of which were still burning, emitting black flas. On the open ground, natives wearing only grass skirts and animal hides lay scattered all over.
Among them, quite a few were just the elderly, won, and children, yet they were all rcilessly slaughtered.
In the center of the camp, a strong native with various paints sared on his face was being stepped on the head by a robust man in exquisite Knight Armor, no longer moving.
"Have you found the item?" The robust man asked casually.
A distinct old cross-shaped scar marked the left cheek of the man, indicating it had been inflicted by a sharp weapon long ago. The man was the ’Earth Dragon Knight’ Hansal.
"Reporting to Sir Hansal, it has been found. The Earth Dragon has almost finished eating." A rcenary-dressed follower reported respectfully.
"Alright, then let’s pack up and leave!"
"Yes, sir!"
At this mont, another follower dressed similarly quickly approached and reported:
"Sir, there’s urgent news from the Axon Auction House’s Sam Group."
"Oh? Sam? What’s that guy looking for about?"
"The Sam Group wants to invite you to help with an operation. The mission is to draw away a Diamond Star Sword Bearer, located in Mingster. They’re hoping you can get there quickly, saying the price is negotiable." The follower quickly relayed.
Hansal raised an eyebrow, showing a hint of surprise, then asked again: "Hmm? Price is negotiable? Did they really say that?"
"Yes, Sir Hansal." The follower opened the note, showing it to Hansal.
"That shrewd Sam, why is he being so generous this ti? Sothing’s fishy!" Hansal rubbed his stubbly chin, pondering for a mont, then said.
"Sir, should I refuse the Sam Group then?" The follower imdiately suggested.
"No, double the price! If they agree, we’ll go. It would be foolish not to make money." Hansal waved his hand.
"Yes, sir!"
"After all, it’s just a Diamond Star Sword Bearer, not a Magic Iron Level. Probably has a complicated background, otherwise why would they invite to lure them away." Hansal muttered.
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