Chapter 445: Return (Seeking Subscriptions)


    Night, at an inn.


    Countless candles were extravagantly lit, a group of wandering knights seemed to be holding a banquet.


    A minstrel strummed his ordion, singing a magnificently heroic poem.


    The streetwalkers held their wine cups, asionally flirting with the knights.


    The smell of deliciously roasted capon, big chunks of oatmeal bread, onion ham soup, and freshly picked berries filled the table.


    This was a merry feast!


    The mor andughter almost drowned everything else.


    Everyone present seemed to bring joy to vanquish a certain ‘fear’.


    Thud, thud!


    Suddenly, a knocking on the door.<div>


    The first to hear was a kitchen maid carrying a barrel of wine, her waist shaking like an upset bucket; her frightened stare fixed towards the door.


    Thud! Thud! Thud!


    The knocking continued and as more people heard and focused on the noise, all other sounds began to fade.


    Whether knight or streetwalker, no one seemed to continue their revelry. Some even unconsciously gripped their sword hilts, their knuckles turning white.


    Thud! Thud, thud!


    Further knocking interrupted the silence, much like the morbid notes from the Death God.


    Now, the inn’s main hall fell intoplete silence.


    The old innkeeper who limped on one leg hobbled out, holding an axe in hand, he came close to the door: “Who is it?”


    “A traveller!”


    The answer from outside was very young, and seemingly puzzled.


    The innkeeper sighed with relief, opening the small wooden nks on the door and noticed a young man with ebony eyes standing outside.


    “I apologize… I dare to disturb, do you by any chance still have a spot for lost travellers?”


    The young man’s voice was apologetic.


    For some reason, seeing the man’s eyes, the innkeeper felt dazed and thus he opened the door wide.


    As the man walked in, the innkeeper himself was surprised by his earlier decision.


    The innkeeper’s wife, one of the kitchen maids, quickly brought a water jug: “Mother Earth Goddess above!”


    “Pray for abundance, pray for a good harvest!”


    The innkeeper took some water, sprinkled it on Su Lu, and held a torch to his face for a closer look.


    After the series of actions and Su Lu showing no reaction, everyone heaved a sigh of relief and resumed their revelries.<div>


    m!


    The innkeeper firmly shut the door, whispering: “Young man, you are very lucky indeed! You’ve not been stalked and eaten by beasts in the dark…”


    “Maybe, I really am lucky.”


    Su Lu smiled, pulled out a gold coin: “I need a room, a cup of apple wine, and a dinner.”<div>


    “Alright, no problem.”


    The innkeeper epted the gold coin, nibbled it with his teeth, and smilingly stowed it away in his pocket.


    Despite the crowding inside, he managed to find Su Lu a spot amidst the grumbling.


    “The world of Dragon… has changed a lot.”


    Su Lu took his seat, looked around the room filled with dissolute people, and sighed in his heart.


    At this moment, he had astonishingly left the Main World and was back on Dracon.


    Even if he was previously unaware of some customs, through the earlier interactions, he gleaned some information from the hearts of the locals.


    All this has happened due to the Dawn of the Gods, the resurgence of the Spirit Tide!


    When he first left, the world began to gradually revive, and now nature is even more extraordinary.


    But this is not good news for ordinary people.


    The most profound impact is the ‘ck Night Invasion’ incident!


    Creatures who like to attack humans in the dark have dramatically increased in number.


    Especially in remote viges and small towns, the darkness at night seems to conceal countless beasts.<div>


    If anyone dares to step out of their homes and into the wilderness, there are very few who make it back alive.


    Therefore, people now like to gather together at night, and also light torches and candles, partying all night in the hope of dispelling fear and darkness with joy!


    ‘Something… seems off.’


    Su Lu’s face was full of solemnity.


    At this time, the shopkeeper had already served his wine and dinner.


    Su Lu took a sip of apple wine and did not continue siphoning everyone’s memories.


    Just now it was out of necessity to prevent arousing suspicion from his ‘know nothing’ state.


    If he wanted to know other news, he couldpletely use other methods.


    This was also a bottom line he set for himself.


    As a Transcendent, his abilities far exceeded ordinary people. If he didn’t adhere to some of the ‘principles’ he set for himself, he was afraid he would gradually get lost in his strength and be a ve to it.


    While watching the free entertainment performance, he listened to the wandering poet’s chant: “A true dragon dominates the north, all wolves are lost, where mes advance, everything is reduced to ash…”


    “Wandering Poet!”


    Su Lu’s ear twitched, a slight smile appeared on his face, and he called the wandering poet over to him.<div>


    “Do you have any instructions, sir?”


    This wandering poet had wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. He seemed no longer young and bent his waist in a very respectful bow.


    “What year is it now?”


    Su Lu tossed a gold coin and asked casually.


    In this medieval-like world, transportation was inconvenient, and many knights might not even know the exact year.


    “It’s been 10 years since the fall of the ck Dragon.”


    The wandering poet’s eyes lit up when he saw the gold coin, and he answered immediately.


    “What?”


    Su Lu was slightly shocked.


    He had originally thought that after the resurgence of the Spirit Tide, the flow of time in the Dragon Worldpared to the Main World would be consistent. It now seems that the time, instead, is moving even faster.


    Within less than a year in the Main World, eight years had passed here!


    He quickly calmed his emotions: “What does the poem you just sang mean? The fall of the Wolf Fort n? Tell me in detail.”


    “Yes.”<div>


    While slightly confused, the wandering poet still answered: “Five years after the fall of the ck Dragon, the Dragon Queen led an army into the North Territory, summoning a Giant Dragon for battle, and totally eradicated the Rushing Wolf Family. The young Duke Cecil was tied to a pole and turned to ash by dragon fire… The Dragon Queen also announced that the title of Duke of Wolf Fort would be permanently abolished, and the North Territory was taken as her kingdom…”


    Cecil, that is, the younger brother of the original Duke’s heir, Gran.


    However, both Gran and Duke Frank of Wolf Fort were killed by Su Lu, and Cecil just took the advantage from the situation.


    Unfortunately, he didn’t stay as Duke for long as he was caught by the north-ranging Messiah and burned alive.


    ‘It seems like…it’s my fault… I once told the Messiah that when she meets a young man from the Wolf family, just burn him first… Well, maybe not in those words, but that was the idea.’


    Su Lu wiped the sweat from his heart, feeling that the Messiah did a decent job.


    ‘But … the summoning of the Giant Dragon, the Dragon Queen, huh?’


    He found it hard to believe that the little girl of yesteryears had grown into a real monarch, and had gone so far down her professional path.


    ‘The bloodline of the first Dragon, Dragón was indeed influential in its early stage, but her current professional rank might not be inferior to that of her ancestors… Is this the result of her own efforts, maybe also due to encounters, qualifications, thebination of bloodline and other factors?’