Rein nodded.
So thatâs 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.
"Donât 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, itâs almost dawn, I have to go back. Otherwise, it wouldnât be good if the servants saw us!"
Last nightâs battle ended after two in the morning, then they spent several hours in a âbattle of enduranceâ, and now lying here, dawn was near.
"Is it really a problem if the servants see us?" Rein couldnât help but wonder.
"Itâs not good, not good at all. Our relationship, Father doesnât know, and if he comes back and finds out..."
"Besides, as the first heir of the Habs family, I represent the familyâs image and still need to be mindful of the impact." With that, Cleya quickly got up, revealing a beautiful scene.
Rein thought for a moment, nodded, and didnât 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 time 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 âRockdilloâs Guardian Staffâ needs to be upgraded quickly!"
"Iâm about to change classes, need to put in more effort!"
"Oh right, at this time, I wonder if Anna and Neoro have arrived?" Rein couldnât 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 flames. 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, women, and children, yet they were all mercilessly slaughtered.
In the center of the camp, a strong native with various paints smeared 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 âEarth Dragon Knightâ Hansal.
"Reporting to Sir Hansal, it has been found. The Earth Dragon has almost finished eating." A mercenary-dressed follower reported respectfully.
"Alright, then letâs pack up and leave!"
"Yes, sir!"
At this moment, another follower dressed similarly quickly approached and reported:
"Sir, thereâs urgent news from the Axon Auction Houseâs Sam Group."
"Oh? Sam? Whatâs that guy looking for me 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. Theyâre 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 time? Somethingâs fishy!" Hansal rubbed his stubbly chin, pondering for a moment, then said.
"Sir, should I refuse the Sam Group then?" The follower immediately suggested.
"No, double the price! If they agree, weâll go. It would be foolish not to make money." Hansal waved his hand.
"Yes, sir!"
"After all, itâs just a Diamond Star Sword Bearer, not a Magic Iron Level. Probably has a complicated background, otherwise why would they invite me to lure them away." Hansal muttered.
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