When Caron left the An Zhu Royal Palace, two servants had already come to help carry the rewards behind him.
Caron had officially become Alberto’s private guest, and Alberto even arranged a residence for Caron.
But Caron wasn’t in a hurry to move into that residence; instead, he returned to the inn where he was staying and spoke to the Professional hiding in the shadows: “The king of An Zhu is more cautious than we expected. Rather than wanting to recruit me as a close minister, he seems to want to tie me to his side.”
“That’s understandable.”
The Professional in the shadows said: “This lord of An Zhu is certainly no easy target. Big countries are different from those small kingdoms. The small kingdoms fear us high-level professionals, but big countries do not.”
Caron nodded and said, “The king of An Zhu must be observing the reaction of the Tower, but I can feel that he is not opposed to Supremacy Magic.”
The Professional in the shadows remarked, “Of course. He may not like it, but he absolutely cannot do without it. This is a truth we have already verified many times on our continent.”
Caron looked out at the bustling crowd outside the inn and sighed, “In my memory, our homeland has never been so lively. People are either fighting or on their way to fight.”
However, rather than being envious, Caron’s gaze was more greedy. He quickly suppressed his emotions and asked, “What about other countries and regions?”
“The actions of Queen Cape are quite similar to that of the king of An Zhu, but her attitude is much more hesitant, as if she wants to postpone us as much as possible.”
“The elves are very opposed to us, which makes sense. According to the records left by our ancestors, the elves may very well have a close relationship with the so-called Tower.”
The Professional in the shadows paused, seemingly absorbing information from various sources.
“The Demon Clan is very warm towards us, but the envoy from there says that the demon clan always gives people an ominous feeling.”
Upon hearing this, Caron scoffed and said, “We come from a battlefield; the wars on this continent are at the level of infants. How can they feel ominous? If they’re afraid, they should keep their own fears to themselves and not talk about what is auspicious or inauspicious.”
The Professional in the shadows countered, “We should still be careful. From what we’ve gathered, the battle between Cape’s Northern Border and the demons at the Golden Ear Plains was quite strange. The monsters of the Demon Clan and the Northern Border’s warriors are exceptionally peculiar. Even if this continent does not have high-level professionals, it should not be underestimated.”
But Caron didn’t seem to care much. He merely snorted coldly; in Caron’s view, that battle at the Golden Ear Plains was mostly exaggerated, and even if it were true, how could it compare to a battle among high-level professionals?
The Professional in the shadows refrained from commenting on Caron’s attitude and continued, “The envoys heading to Cape’s Northern Border have finally gotten a chance to meet with that Northern Border Governor, but specific news has not returned yet.”
“Is it true that the Northern Border is wealthier than An Zhu?”
Caron was responsible for the southern part of this continent, but he was very curious about the main character of the battle at the Golden Ear Plains.
“No, the northern part of this continent is much colder; in terms of land, it cannot be considered wealthy. It’s just that it is closer to the elves, and so the so-called Northern Border being wealthier only means that the technology development over there is more advanced.”
“How advanced?”
As soon as he asked, Caron chuckled self-deprecatingly. A Professional controlled by the Tower, how advanced could the technology development be?
What nonsense technology. Caron’s homeland had already proven that only high-level professionals held true power. Even if your technology is advanced, and like An Zhu, able to educate low-level professionals in bulk, in front of true high-level professionals, it’s nothing more than an ant in the face of forbidden magic.
For Caron and his companions, the only variable was that tower standing in some corner of the continent.
Caron looked up at the high sky and asked, “Is the Tower still unresponsive?”
“Perhaps it has already reacted; we just don’t know,” the Professional in the shadows said. “Do not underestimate the Tower, but there’s no need to worry too much. Those high-and-mighty guys won’t come down to the ground personally.”
Just then, while Caron was talking with the Professional in the shadows, another envoy from the Kingdom of Kaval finally entered the Graythorn Territory.
Altan’s mentality was similar to Caron’s; compared to the homeland of the battlefield, this continent, once inhabited by their ancestors, had long forgotten the true essence of war. It was nothing more than a flock of sheep waiting to be conquered.
Before entering Graythorn Territory, Altan had also learned about the battle at the Golden Ear Plains, but he felt it was merely exaggerated. Without even high-level professionals, how could a war be so horrifying?
In Altan’s view, high-level professionals were the real deal; the remaining professionals, in terms used on this continent, were merely cannon fodder in front of high-level professionals.
However, as soon as he entered Graythorn Territory, Altan was captivated by the splendor before him. In fact, due to a limited time for Altan to enter the Northern Border, he had basically not stopped much along the way and went directly to Graythorn Territory.
Altan was also well-prepared; after all, he had heard and seen more or less about the current situation of the Northern Border along the way.
But it wasn’t until he entered Graythorn Territory that Altan felt he had still underestimated the degree of prosperity there.
No, it could no longer be described as prosperity; it was simply another world.
Horse-drawn carriages paralleled the iron rails, weaving through specific streets, with the storefronts and signs on both sides shimmering in vibrant colors, flamboyantly attracting customers.
The flow of people was like a woven tapestry, merchants gathered together, and gentlemen and ladies in formal attire moved in and out of major theaters, shops, and squares.
The shouts of street vendors continuously reached his ears, some selling newspapers, some selling candies and pastries; this was nearly unimaginable in Altan’s homeland, where even eating was a problem.
Not to mention the high-rise buildings lining the streets; Altan unconsciously touched the high buildings by the street and knocked on them. The materials used for these buildings were extremely hard; if they were used to build fortresses, ordinary professionals would find it difficult to breach.
The people of Graythorn Territory were already used to seeing “countryfolk” from other places, but because Altan’s attire was filled with exotic flair, there were still some who looked at him a few more times, but that was all.
Altan utilized his profession skills, continuously listening to the gossip of the nearby ladies and gentlemen. However, apart from gossip, the most heard conversations were a group of ladies discussing academic issues.
On the street, a group of students saw Altan, dressed in foreign attire, standing alone and could not help but approach him, asking, “Sir, may I ask if you have encountered any difficulties?”
Looking at these students, Altan keenly noticed the differences among them. Although all the outfits were the same, it was quite evident that two of the students came from noble backgrounds, with many decorative details indicating this. However, those two noble students were not in leading positions; instead, they mixed in with ordinary students like everyone else.
No, it was already quite strange for noble students to mix with ordinary ones.
Watching the enthusiastic students approach to offer help, Altan said, “Yes, dear gentlemen, I am here to meet with the Lord Governor, but this land has exceeded my imagination. Even though I believed I was prepared, I still got lost.”
“Could I trouble you gentlemen to take me to the Lord Governor’s palace?”
Several students exchanged smiles and said, “Oh, so you’re here to see the Lord Governor. Do you have an appointment?”
“This is self-invited; if not, I wouldn’t be standing here. Originally, an official was to guide me, but I wanted to explore this city by myself first, and while wandering around, I got lost.”
As Altan spoke, he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, looking harmless.
Hearing this, the students laughed and said, “That’s simple; we’ll take you to the Lord Governor!”
