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"City Lord, I'll take my leave."
Yulian cupped his hands in farewell, outwardly showing his intention to leave.
Dragufil nodded slightly and beckoned a servant.
"Take Mr. Yulian and Miss Emilia to find Baron Corist."
"Yes."
The servant lowered his head and made a gesture of invitation.
Seeing this, Yulian took Emilia's hand and followed the servant out of the meeting hall.
Yulian was not surprised by the City Lord's change in attitude.
After all, the strength he had displayed was enough to earn respect.
What made Yulian uneasy was that this seemed more like a transaction of interests, and Yulian didn't know what the City Lord was planning.
"City Lord, he must have been sent by the princess, right!"
As soon as Yulian's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, a nobleman couldn't help but ask.
"The princess?"
Does the princess have the ability to hire a high-level adventurer?
Dragufil laughed, mocking the foolishness of these minor nobles who were feeling guilty.
"Alright, I will investigate your matters thoroughly."
"Go back."
Dragufil yawned and waved his hand, losing interest in talking to these fools any further.
"City Lord... I'll take my leave."
"City Lord, farewell."
"City Lord... This, yes."
Although the nobles were unwilling, they had just witnessed the City Lord's methods and no one dared to be presumptuous anymore, they just swallowed their resentment and obediently went home.
"Sir, is this really alright?"
A man walked out from behind the meeting hall, looking a little worried.
"Heh heh,"
"Caven, you are too nervous."
Dragufil showed a disdainful expression towards the backs of the departing nobles.
"They are just small fry, they can't cause any trouble."
"I hope so."
Enoc Caven nodded in agreement, but the worry on his face was still evident.
"At the moment, the position of the heir to the throne has not been decided, and His Majesty the King doesn't have much time left."
"City Lord, as one of the few great nobles and the City Lord of the Holy Capital,"
"You must be careful!"
"Mm, I know."
Speaking of this, Dragufil's expression also became serious.
"Caven, whose person do you think he is?"
"That high-level adventurer named Mr. Yulian?"
"Mm."
"I..."
Enoc Caven pondered for a moment and sighed.
"I can't figure it out."
"You can't figure it out either?"
Dragufil was surprised and lost in thought for a moment.
"The First Prince and the Second Prince are currently trying to win over the major nobles,"
"Her Highness the Princess doesn't have the power to hire a high-level adventurer, of which there are only a few in the entire country,"
"His Majesty the King doesn't have much time left and has no mind to bother with such trivial matters..."
Enoc Caven let out a choked laugh.
"Surely a high-level adventurer wouldn't so recklessly plunge into the kingdom's vortex?"
"Who knows,"
Dragufil also nodded his forehead in agreement.
"But no matter whose person he is, as long as he can be used by me, it's fine."
"Mr. Yulian, is there anything else?"
By the carriage, Emilia looked at Yulian, who had stopped and was looking back at the City Lord's Mansion, and asked.
"It's nothing,"
"Let's go pick up Baron Corist."
Yulian withdrew his gaze and helped Emilia into the carriage.
No matter what happens, at worst, fists will do the talking, there's nothing to worry about.
"Let's go."
"Yes, Sir Yulian."
The City Lord's Mansion servant responded and immediately began to lead the way towards the prison.
With the City Lord's Mansion servant leading the way, picking up Baron Corist was very smooth the whole way.
However, what Yulian didn't expect was that upon returning to Emilia's home, he found an unexpected guest!
"Frieren, why are you here!"
Yulian returned to Baron Corist's house under Emilia's guidance and happened to see Frieren holding tea and chatting happily with a beautiful woman.
"It seems Miss Frieren is indeed your friend, Mr. Yulian."
The beautiful woman smiled softly at Yulian, and the next second, after seeing Baron Corist being helped in behind Yulian, her eyes widened.
"Carlin, you're finally back!"
The beautiful woman suddenly threw herself into Corist's arms, her eyes filled with tears.
"Mm, I'm back!"
"I have to thank Sir Yulian for this."
Baron Corist tightly hugged the beauty in his arms, equally excited.
During the past few days of imprisonment, he had almost gone crazy worrying about the two people at home!
Those wicked nobles used all sorts of methods to torment his body and mind to make him confess!
"Cough cough,"
"It seems we two are a bit redundant like this?"
Yulian lightly cleared his throat and looked at Frieren.
"Then shall we go out and talk?"
Frieren slightly raised her eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips.
"Sir Yulian?"
"Sorry, Father and Mother are a bit... at the moment."
Emilia clasped her hands in front of her, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"It's alright, understandable, understandable."
Yulian waved his hand.
A short separation makes the heart grow fonder, especially when the couple is very young and beautiful.
Yulian was already used to it.
"Miss Emilia, you don't have to worry about us."
"We're fine."
"Mm..."
"Then I'll take you to the garden to take a look."
Emilia saw her parents sitting on the sofa pouring out their hearts to each other, clearly having forgotten the existence of Yulian, Frieren, and herself.
Emilia had no choice but to entertain the guests herself. Fortunately, they both seemed to be the same age as her.
There wouldn't be a lack of topics among people of the same age.
"Okay."
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Frieren agreed, and Yulian naturally wouldn't refuse either.
With a shift in steps, the three of them were already sitting in the garden pavilion.
"By the way, why did you come?"
Yulian opened the conversation, tilting his head and looking at Frieren full of doubt.
"Someone disappeared without a sound, how could I not come looking?"
Frieren rolled her eyes at Yulian, full of helplessness.
"Then why are you the one looking for me?"
"Aren't there still,"
"And Heiter, Fern, Flenna?"
Frieren helplessly covered her forehead with her hand.
"Please, there's a limit to how outrageous things can be!"
"Do you really expect them to come find you, is that appropriate!"
"Uh..."
A scene appeared in Yulian's mind: an old man with a cane leading a little girl, accompanied by a three-no's Demon Race girl, searching everywhere for him in the Holy Capital.
Thinking about it, Yulian couldn't help but break out in an awkward sweat on his forehead.
Thinking this way, it wasn't strange for Frieren to come find him.
"So tell me, what are you doing in the Holy Capital, (Demon)?"
The word "Demon" were naturally not spoken aloud, but having been together for many years, how could Yulian not understand what Frieren's slightly moving lips were saying?
"Well, about that..."
Yulian pondered, and finally puffed out his cheeks and showed a "clear" smile.
"I just remembered the City Lord has something for me, I'll leave first!"
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