Chapter 117: Bar
With the idea of exploring the Wargrave territory, Asher called out Lyra’s na, "Lyra."
Lyra, who heard her na, entered the room gently. The smile on her face remained; she was still delighted by the coins Asher had given her earlier.
"What do you need, Young Master?" she asked cheerfully, her voice laced with warmth.
"Nothing much. I’ve decided to explore the Wargrave territory today," Asher stated calmly, revealing his plans for the day.
Lyra simply nodded, not suggesting or questioning anything, as was her custom. "I will get the carriage ready, Young Master," she said politely, about to bow and leave to make the necessary preparations.
Asher raised a hand and shook his head. "No need. We will be going on foot today," he stated firmly. After all, how could he truly enjoy exploring the territory if all he did was sit in a carriage and stare out the window?
Lyra paused for a second as she processed Asher’s words, then nodded slowly before asking, "Do you need
to prepare anything, Young Master?"
"Just prepare so simple clothes and a cap for ," Asher responded with a small nod.
"As you wish, Young Master," Lyra replied, acknowledging his request.
He continued, "Also, just like in the Capital, you will wear normal clothes. But this ti, you’ll follow
from a distance. Prepare so Knights as well, specifically the ones I traveled to the Capital with. All of you will follow from afar while dressed in ordinary clothes."
Although he was now sowhat strong, Asher wasn’t foolish enough to wander around without adequate security, unlike certain arrogant nobles. Since his family had Knights, it would be senseless not to use them.
Lyra nodded once more and stepped out. Within minutes, she returned with a simple white shirt, brown trousers, a brown cap, and black boots.
Asher nodded in approval and dressed himself. Lyra had already gathered the Knights, each of them now dressed in inconspicuous clothing, their weapons securely stored in their space rings.
With everything set, Asher stepped out of his room, his gait steady and purposeful, heading straight toward the Wargrave gates without pausing at any other location. As he walked, his keen senses picked up a familiar figure, it was the Ninth Sun, Thalric.
As the two approached one another, neither spoke. They simply exchanged neutral gazes and walked past each other in silence.
Thalric didn’t utter a single word or give any indication of acknowledgnt. He walked past Asher as though the young man didn’t exist, and Asher did the sa.
’The hate and anger in his eyes have suddenly vanished,’ Asher thought as he walked by Thalric. The boy’s deanor had certainly changed.
Asher shook his head slightly and continued toward the gate. Along the way, maids and butlers bowed deeply, their bodies bent in perfect form, greeting him respectfully. However, Asher didn’t return their greetings, nor did he speak a word to any of them.
Upon arriving at the gate, the Knights stationed there frowned when they saw the Tenth Sun in plain clothing. Their eyes drifted to the group behind him, his personal maid and several fellow Knights, all similarly dressed in casual attire. It didn’t take long for them to understand what was going on. With a simple hand motion, the enormous steel gates groaned and creaked open inwardly.
’They should seriously consider adding a wicket gate,’ Asher mused silently as he stepped out into the open.
His sharp purple eyes scanned the area beyond the Wargrave estate. The buildings directly outside the gates were elegant and immaculately maintained. Ornate carriages moved intermittently through the streets, indicating that affluent individuals, likely rchants, resided in the vicinity.
Living near the Wargrave estate was considered a stroke of fortune. In the event of any major threat such as a monster invasion, those nearby would benefit from the estate’s formidable defenses. Many of these rchants also made every effort to foster a favorable relationship with the Knights stationed at the Wargrave gate.
Asher could sense the presence of powerful individuals within so buildings, beings with imnse but suppressed auras. It was evident that individuals of high Life Rank also chose to reside close to the Wargrave estate regardless of their strength.
He walked forward silently, his deanor calm and composed. To passersby, he might have looked like a young man exploring Wargrave, but his tall stature, standing at 6’3
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