Chapter 305
On the second day, vin, E, and Carlys left the ancient city, along with the two female
Protégées who had apanied Carlys. They ventured into Cloudveil Woods, making their way
back to Cobalt Strike.
Lucan was tied up with other matters and could only arrange for Grima and Godfred to apany
them.
"Cobalt Strike, eh? One of the Eight Orders of the Nortnds. Never thought we''d have the chance
to be guests there in our lifetimes," Godfred said, pping a hand on Grima''s shoulder as he strode
through the forest.
"Get your hand off me," Grima snapped, shaking off Godfred’s arm. "Don''t tter yourself. We''re
here to protect Lord vin, not to be guests."
"Heh, just basking in Lord vin''s glory." Godfred chuckled, holding his head high as he walked, in
high spirits at the thought of boldly entering Cobalt Strike.
"Do we really have to bring her along?" Carlys grumbled, unhappy about vin bringing E back
with them.
"Littledy, mind your manners. I''m here as a guest," E retorted, draped in a snow-white cloak
that hugged her enchanting figure, which somehow made her even more alluring.
The two female Protégées nced at E from time to time. She was truly beautiful! Even as
women themselves, they were dazzled. E was not yet twenty, and her future was bound to be
extraordinary.
"I might be in danger when I return, so having Lady E there could mean less trouble," vin
exined.
"You''re now a Golden Protégé and a lord of the city, practically a half-Elder. What danger could you
possibly be in?"
"It''s always good to be cautious. I bet the Organization is buzzing now, eh? Roald brought back
quite the haul from Antis, enough to turn many green with envy."
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"Indeed, there''s been a lot of talk about you and the championshiptely, and now it''s all about
Antis. It seems Roald and his lot discovered a cave near Antis and got their hands on some
treasures, bringing back sixty or seventy pieces."
"Hah, he snatched quite a bit. Did he turn them over to the Organization, or did he keep them for
himself?"
"He distributed them to other Protégés."
"Oh?" vin remembered Roald as not being so generous.
"Roald''s reputation within Cobalt Strike has soared. They say he''s magnanimous. He shared
magical treasures and did not forget his fellow Protégés. Many Senior Protégés and Elite Protégés
have started to support him, joining his faction," Carlys said disdainfully. Roald managed to capture
those people''s hearts with just a little favor.
She had to admit, Roald''s approach was effective. His reputation had suffered a blow after the
championship, with many whispering and mocking him in private. But after generously giving away
thirty to fifty magical treasures, he had captured countless hearts. Now, anyone who dared to speak
ill of Roald in private risked retribution.
Godfred, walking ahead,mented, "The stuff he gave away was probably useless."
"It doesn''t matter if they''re useful or not, his method certainly is," Grima added.
"Roald...Roald..." vin felt a twinge of sentiment.
E asked, "Did he used to bully you?"
vin smiled. "A year ago, I wasn''t even interesting enough for him to bully."
"And a year from now, will you have any interest in bullying him?"
"I never start trouble."
Cloudveil Woods was busier than usual, with mercenaries from across the Nortnds continuing to
flood the forest, drawn by Antis. Some were there to investigate the ancient secrets at Watchful
Shore, others searched the sea for lost treasures, and some roamed the woods hoping to snatch
treasures from other mercenaries or Magi-Monsters.
In the chaos a month prior, thousands of magical treasures had been brought up from the sea floor,
but not all had made it out of Cloudveil Woods. Many, for various reasons, were left scattered
throughout the forest. These ancient treasures, like tempting maidens, drew countless mercenaries.
vin and his group traversed hills and dales, ever watchful for the roaming mercenaries and the
dangerous Magi-Monsters in the woods. With Grima and Godfred, two powerful mages, by their
side, they were not in danger. They encountered several groups of mercenaries but drove them
away each time.
Dayster, they unexpectedly ran into some familiar faces.
"vin? Haha, it is you!" Boomed a voice as a two-meter-tall brute stepped out of the thicket,
laughing heartily. He was a towering and formidable presence; his stature was like a sculpture
carved from stone, exuding an aura of indomitable strength. He was the kind of man one didn’t
easily forget.