When Ognogno hurried back to the city guard's residence, he found that Algeron had not left the banquet room.

He sat straight at the dining table, his fingers slowly rolling along the edge of the teacup, his eyes deep, as if they were deep in the water.

"Are you back?"

Algeron discovered Ogno’s figure very early, and it took him a long time to sigh.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing the abnormality shown by Algeron, Ogno couldn't help but be curious.

"Things totally unexpected to us."

Algeron took a sip of tea and said with a wry smile.

"Do you know what kind of man the entourage next to the mysterious pharmacist we doubted was?"

he?

Just as Ognon thought suspiciously, Algeron revealed a message that was shocking.

"He is a high-ranking swordsman."

"Advanced Swordsman?"

Ognogno stared at him with horror..

"Yes."

As he said that, Algeron slowly told the story of what happened during the banquet.

Sometimes, the truth is often unacceptable, and it is also inexplicably confused while accepting it.

"Death has never been so close to us, but we are like stupid and funny clowns in front of death."

The tea was very bitter, and it was as bitter as Algeron's current mood. Ogno did not drink tea, but he also felt the bitterness.

"Sir...at least we unexpectedly got the initial expected results."

"Yes, but after a brief surprise and excitement, I couldn't help but fall into deep panic." Algeron lowered his head and stared at the green in the teacup on the table.

"Sir, what are you worried about?" Ogno asked heavily.

"I have no idea……"

Algeron suddenly shivered when he remembered the faint murderous intent of the man pressing on the hilt of the sword at the banquet table.

"They are too dangerous. Even if I feel their kindness, I still find it difficult to be at peace."

"Sir, don't you want to leave Karlos? Are you willing to stay in this bitter and cold frontier forever?" Ogno said in a deep breath.

"No!"

Algeron was shocked and his eyes stared at Ogno, with great perseverance in his gray eyes!

"I have had enough of this place! I can no longer bear the life here! Even if I have supreme power in Kanlos, all this is based on the grace of Viscount Frant. If one day this grace is forgotten by Viscount Frant, my fate will be more miserable than anyone else!"

"Then why should you worry too much? Every opportunity is accompanied by risks. If you don't have the courage to take this risk, opportunities will quietly leave us!" Ogno said loudly with his chest raised: "Now, this is the best time for you to leave Karlos, sir, and I am willing to follow you to share weal and woe, and sacrifice your life to die!"

Algeron suddenly stood up, as if he was aroused by Ogno’s words and depressed desire for ambition!

"That's right! No one can stop me from leaving Karlos at this time! I want to return to Viscount Frant, and I want to fight for greater power that belongs to me!"

"Sir! Since that's the case, when will we inform Lord Viscount about the matter?"

Calm down a little, Ogno said.

"The caravan of Viscount Frant in the past two days is likely to return from Adria, and I will follow the caravan to Tralo with them!"

Sitting back on the chair, Algeron returned to normal and said calmly.

"Don't we inform Viscount Frant for the time being?" Ogno said in confusion.

"We will inform Viscount Frant, but it is not at this time." Algernon said.

"Why?" asked Ogno.

"Because I want to surprise Lord Viscount Frant."

...

When Arien slowly opened his eyes, a dizziness suddenly came from his head. He knew that this was the sequelae left by alcohol, and he was already used to this symptom.

He struggled from the bed with his head covered, and looked at the empty and simple house with a dull look. There were almost no utensils in the house, and there was not even a chair, because these things had been sold by him as wine money.

He was recalling what happened last night and how he suddenly lay in his home.

Vaguely, he seemed to think of a person, a young and handsome man.

He forgot why he wanted to provoke the other party, and he forgot why he wanted to punch at each other.

But the result-

The man who fell seemed to be himself.

I reached out and placed my hand on my aching abdomen, and the vague memory fragments gradually became clear.

Arien shook his head and smiled bitterly. If he hadn't been merciless last night, he might have been dead now.

He was not afraid of death, because his heart was dead a long time ago.

After several suicides failed, facing the dark and chaotic life, Arien was like a numb body that had lost his soul. He didn't know where his future was, and he didn't know what the meaning of his life was...

With a rumbling sound of hunger in his stomach, Arien staggered to the door, opened the simple panel door that seemed to be useless, and the hot noon sunlight suddenly shone on his pale face, stinging his eyes.

He blocked his forehead with one hand, and the next moment, he slowly walked through the streets and alleys with a staggering hand.

People in the streets and alleys would say hello when they saw him, but Arien walked without paying any attention. He knew that everyone's eyes were filled with pity and sympathy. He hated, disgusted the hypocritical and kindness they showed!

When he was framed and imprisoned by the city guard Algeron, none of the neighbors in the streets were willing to lend a helping hand because they did not have the courage to offend Algeron. His wife begged and busy, which eventually led to an unfortunate ending.

He hated Algeron, but he hated these timid and fearful neighbors who were even more sluggish and stood by!

Before he knew it, he came to Mintok Hotel.

After that incident, Arien completely lost his source of livelihood, because no one in Kanlos was willing to hire a guy who offended Algeron. Until now, if it weren't for the relief of Barth, the owner of Mintok hotel, he would have probably starved to death.

"Allion, are you here?"

The young attendant in charge of the reception in front of the hotel shouted familiarly when he saw him.

"Well, please give me a glass of water. I'm very thirsty now." Arien nodded at him, and said in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll go to the kitchen to find some food for you later." The young servant smiled and walked into the lobby.

Walking slowly to the table and chairs next to the hotel counter, Arien looked at Bart, who was lying on the account book and said softly: "Bart, I'm sorry for the trouble you caused last night."

Bart looked up and looked at the pale Alyn and shook his head and sighed: "As long as you are fine, by the way, if you see the person you offended last night, please be sure to apologize to him."

"I see."

After saying that, Arien sat numbly on the table and chairs beside him, staring blankly at the door and dazed.

He would appear particularly quiet when he didn't drink, but as soon as he drank, he seemed to become another person.

Bart looked at Alyn's tall figure and sighed in his heart. When he turned his head, he suddenly realized that a familiar person appeared in his sight.
Chapter completed!