Just now the mood seemed very low, like the sorrow of a rabbit mourning a fox.
"Could it be that Lord Lear has fled back?"
Over a thousand kilometers of Mire Swamp, deep into the wilderness, a round trip takes nearly a month.
It's only been a little over three months, and half the time is spent just on traveling.
Aside from a failed expedition, she couldn't imagine what would make him return so quickly.
Rekell heard this, looked at the other's curious gaze, wanted to say something but closed his mouth again.
A strange expression rose in his heart.
Failed... Maybe you don't know yet, his mount is level 15, damn it.
My father, an Imperial Baron, is also at this level.
It's better if this bastard failed!!
Jasmine saw the other's strange mood and couldn't help but sigh softly.
In her heart, she confirmed her thoughts.
The cousin, who was very close to Rekell, perished in the wilderness just last month.
He was also a Pioneer Lord.
