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After twenty-nine years of the New Sin Era.
Northern Lands.
Fortress City Vorig.
Seeing this mighty fortress, almost as grand as the Holy City, indicated that half the journey to the City of Magic Äußerst was complete.
In the Northern Lands, where large areas of land are barren, Vorig, as a fortress city, is undoubtedly a transportation hub connecting various strongholds.
In the southern regions of the Northern Lands, almost all goods and personnel from various cities must pass through this essential route.
It is a fortress city, and it can almost be called another unique economic city of the Northern Lands!
"Anyway, let's go in and restock on supplies."
At Frieren's soft words, everyone stepped forward, preparing to continue towards the city.
However...
"Stop!"
A firm voice sounded from behind them.
A man with red bangs, wearing noble attire, walked towards them.
The powerful aura almost gave Yulian the illusion—are we surrounded by this man?
"Hmm?"
Frieren slightly raised her eyebrows, showing a rare look of impatience.
Fern quietly watched this scene, not making a sound but silently taking note.
"Who are you?"
Sein scrutinized the red-haired man with dissatisfaction.
But the red-haired man completely ignored Sein.
"A noble?"
Stark looked at the man standing in front of him, carefully examining him, and couldn't help but take a small step back.
Close!
Too close!
"Hmm..."
Count Orden stroked his chin, deep in thought.
"Gabel, what do you think?"
"Similar, too similar!"
Light gleamed in the eyes of the middle-aged man with gray hair and a pair of white mustache shaped like the character 'eight', who looked like a butler.
He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Similar to what?"
Yulian pulled Stark behind him, his face calm as he looked at the master and servant in front of him, who were talking to themselves as soon as they approached, feeling very displeased.
What class?
So arrogant!
"Hmm..."
"Great physique, and good looks too."
Count Orden nodded in agreement, and was about to pull Stark away.
However, the hand he extended was firmly slapped away by Yulian.
"Bold!"
"Who are you!"
Gabel looked at Yulian, who was firmly blocking the way between Stark and Count Orden, and couldn't help but scold him.
[Damn him!]
[How dare he speak to the master like that!]
[Damn him!]
[What class!]
Chaos Flower, no!
To be precise, Urseline was roaring with dissatisfaction at this moment!
(Urseline was the name Yulian and Chaos Flower decided on last night. Originally, Yulian wanted to call her Hana, which was pleasant and easy to say.)
(But under Chaos Flower's strong objection, the name Urseline was finally chosen.)
[Calm down.]
Yulian replied to Urseline in his mind.
He just glanced indifferently at the jumping Gabel, not speaking.
An existence like a clown, Yulian's glance was already the greatest respect for him.
"Gabel."
Count Orden said softly.
Then Gabel responded and obediently stood behind him.
"Who are you people?"
Only at this moment did Count Orden seriously examine Yulian and his group.
A white-haired elven girl, a blonde... hmm, a man with a scruffy beard who looked like a priest, and a tall girl with long, straight purple hair.
As well as the red-haired young man who was very similar to his recently deceased eldest son, Wilt, and the black-haired man who had just met his gaze head-on without showing any panic.
"Just passing by."
Yulian smirked, deliberately teasing.
"You!"
[Barking!]
Gabel's exasperated voice and Urseline's fiercely cute voice sounded almost simultaneously in Yulian's ears.
[Master!]
[Let me out, I'll beat them to death!]
Urseline seemed to be clenching her small fists, grinding her teeth at this moment.
"Gabel, quiet."
Count Orden stopped the bristling Gabel, looked calmly at Yulian, then nodded slightly.
"I apologize for my earlier rudeness."
"Count Orden!"
Gabel's eyes were wide with fury!
A subject dies when the lord is disgraced!
Seeing Count Orden, who was always firm, apologize at this moment, Gabel almost wanted to die to atone for his 'sin'!
"We were in the wrong first, Gabel."
Count Orden said calmly, his gaze fixed on Yulian.
"Just an ordinary adventurer team."
Yulian noticed the surprised gaze behind him, couldn't help but glance back, and then looked at Count Orden again.
He spoke in a flat tone.
"Then please come to my mansion for a seat."
Count Orden nodded lightly, then stepped aside and pointed to the carriage behind him.
"Frieren, what do you think?"
Yulian didn't answer, but asked Frieren.
The source of the surprised gaze behind him just now was Frieren.
Frieren thought for a moment and said, "We can just take the carriage into the city."
The carriage was very spacious; even with seven or eight people, it didn't feel crowded.
With the sound of hooves and bells, the group set off towards the city.
"Do you know him?"
Yulian pretended to look out the window casually, but whispered to Frieren curiously.
Fern, between the two, pricked up her ears, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Sort of..."
Frieren didn't deny it.
"He should be the current head of the Orden family, one of the three great knight families in the Northern Lands."
"It seems you don't like him?"
Yulian raised his eyebrows slightly.
He had heard of the three great knight families.
Back then, they were considered the backbone of humanity's resistance against the Demon King Army.
However, compared to his own Demon King Army, they were still not worth mentioning.
"Yeah, the people in their family are too firm."
Frieren said without any reservation, her tone carrying a hint of dislike.
She liked to get along with gentle people.
"I see."
Yulian nodded.
He understood Count Orden's actions earlier.
He was simply used to being assertive.
However, Yulian remained calm on the surface, but sighed inwardly.
Yulian felt he had been a bit impulsive.
He shouldn't have confronted Count Orden so forcefully because of his rude behavior.
Even if he won a conflict, what good would it do?
On their territory, he and his group would still have to leave dejectedly in the end.
He might even have to end his 'Demon traitor' activities prematurely due to the exposure of his Demon identity.
But then, thinking about it, Yulian felt that if he had really let Count Orden manipulate Stark as he pleased, that would have been the most terrifying thing.
In that case, Yulian would look down on himself.
It seemed she noticed Yulian's slightly lowered eyebrows just now.
When Yulian inadvertently looked at Fern, he received an encouraging smile.
At the same time, Fern gave him a thumbs-up.
In this manner, Fern seemed to be saying—Yulian, well done!
So Yulian smiled slightly and nodded gently.
Yulian looked out the window, only then realizing that they were already beneath a magnificent building.
Count Orden's Mansion—they had arrived!
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