Chapter 301 Chapter 95 Lorinc
Lorinc was not far away. The sound of the carriage’s metal axle turning brought the distance within hundreds of meters.
Igther, having ended his meditation, opened his eyes, which were illuminated by the gradually brightening light of the pre-noon hour. The black-haired young man looked up, and under the vast blue sky, the towering city walls embraced him. In his not-so-distant memory, the familiar and prosperous city already came into view.
Lorinc.
Igther clenched his hand slightly and then shook his head with a sense of release. He bid farewell to the driver of the carriage and greeted Ophi, who had emerged to enjoy the breeze out of boredom, before grabbing the metal sword beside him and entering the carriage.
In the brightly lit carriage, illuminated by streaks of light seeping through the gaps in the windows, the first thing that entered the young man’s sight was Flarn, with her snow-like silver hair.
The Blood Race girl was sitting to one side, diligently refining her Demonic Power. Upon hearing the sound, she opened her ruby-like big eyes, stood up with her slender body, and her small boots with exquisite edging made a faint sound on the wooden floor as she looked up at the approaching black-haired young man.
“Igther, why are you here? Have we arrived?”
“Yes. I came to find Miss Vera.”
Igther smiled, his gaze gently rising to see Verafia behind Flarn.
Because of Vicena, Dofiraia had not, as she had for the past month, hired a carriage alone. Of course, Igther had not inquired about how they intended to handle things.
“Is the Young Lady resting?”
Igther walked closer to the girl behind Flarn, who seemed to be fast asleep. A thin blanket lay over her small, gathered delicate body—Igther guessed it had been placed over her after she had fallen asleep.
“Mm… Sister said she was bored staying here, and she didn’t sleep well yesterday,” Flarn’s tender voice answered.
This Little Phoenix had times when she didn’t sleep well?
Igther chuckled in amusement. However, upon serious reflection, when he had delivered breakfast to Verafia that morning, the girl’s spirit didn’t seem as lively as usual.
Although she was a Young Lady of unparalleled beauty, the girl’s sleeping posture was not as perfect as her appearance.
As she seemed to have moved restlessly in her sleep, her skirt had been pulled down slightly, revealing a delicate, jade-like fair shoulder from the edge of the blanket. Her delicate, silk-clad feet peeked out, showing a hint of pure white.
But this did not diminish her beauty. The brilliant sunlight gently touched her serene sleeping face, merely adding brilliance to her appearance. The corner of the girl’s lips was slightly curved into a soft, beautiful arc, as if she were in a good dream.
Igther couldn’t help but show a slight smile. If he could, he would clearly prefer to gaze at the girl’s sweet sleeping face. However, now was not the time.
“Young Lady, we are almost at Lorinc,” Igther called out.
“Mmm… Have we arrived? I only feel like I’ve slept for a short while…”
Verafia, awakened, mumbled somewhat sleepily and reluctantly. The spiritual power she had expended yesterday to sign a contract with Anderdun had not yet fully recovered, and she still felt a trace of fatigue.
However, Verafia was not an unreasonable young lady. After a brief complaint, she threw off the thin blanket covering her delicate body and, slipping her slender feet into her boots, jumped down.
Verafia turned her head slightly, her pure white delicate face looking towards the window. Beside the carriage path, a tall and majestic long wall met her eyes. The girl couldn’t help but tilt her small face slightly and speak.
“Mmm-hmm, is this your hometown, Igther?”
Igther stood beside the girl, looking in the same direction. A calm smile appeared on his face. “Hometown… I suppose so. Young Lady, this is Lorinc.”
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The carriage stopped by the roadside. Igther stepped down from the carriage ladder and scanned his surroundings. He had to admit that quite a few people had come specifically to wait for him, including knights in silver armor holding family banners and well-equipped, as well as many important figures rarely seen by ordinary people.
A sarcastic smile played on Igther’s lips. After all, his identity was the son of Marquis Mays and the clan leader of the Landichental clan. No matter how much of a good-for-nothing he had seemed in the past, his return would naturally stir the nerves of these people.
Behind Igther, Miss Verafia, who had just jumped to the ground, stood on tiptoe and looked curiously. Amidst the crowd gathered opposite the black-haired young man, the most eye-catching were undoubtedly a stout middle-aged nobleman in a black robe embroidered with many gorgeous patterns and a priest in a white sacred robe.
The goat-bearded nobleman approached with what he considered a genial smile on his face.
“Young Master Igther, if it weren’t for the messenger’s report, I wouldn’t have believed it was you. I thought I wouldn’t see you for a long time. Is it at the request of the Clan Leader?”
“Thank you for your concern, Uncle Louen. However, the reason I’ve returned to Lorinc this time is simply my longing for my father.”
Although Igther used respectful language for an elder, neither his tone nor his straight, unwavering gaze showed any hint of respect.
“I suppose so. Given the Marquis Lord’s busy schedule, even if he misses you, he probably won’t have much time. It’s a pity that my elder brother is also busy with his own affairs, so only I, a leisurely person, could make time to come here. Young Master Igther, please forgive me.”
The goat-bearded nobleman did not pay attention to Igther’s tone and instead chuckled, “However, yesterday I heard from Blade that Young Master Igther has already been promoted to Silver? Now that I see you, it seems so. It appears Young Master Igther has confidence.”
Igther naturally rarely bothered with this clan uncle who was in cahoots with Blade and others, and simply said indifferently, “You don’t need to worry about this, Uncle Louen.”
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After a long period of meaningless bickering, the conversation finally ended, even when Miss Verafia felt bored and was about to get angry.
“It’s finally over. Why are you humans so long-winded? My legs are sore from standing so long.”
Verafia turned her pure white delicate face towards Igther and complained with great dissatisfaction. Igther could only smile helplessly, wondering how to appease this Miss Phoenix who was clearly giving him face.
“Young Master Igther.”
Suddenly, a voice sounded. Igther turned his head and saw that it was the white-robed priest from before approaching him.
“Chasuble Angus, is there anything else you need?”
“I am merely marveling at your travels. Half a year has passed, and I presume you have already been blessed by the Sacred Light of our Lord.”
The Holy Church priest in the white sacred robe walked forward and smiled at the young man. “Sister Chrisis also mentioned you to me yesterday, but unfortunately, today she was dispatched by Bishop Lord to pray for the suffering. May I ask if Young Master Igther would be willing to come to the church for a chat?”
