Chapter 653 The Caravans

Chapter 653 The Caravans

?653 The Caravans

He looked forward to seeing what these caravans looked like, understanding their origins, and learning how they managed to survive in a world overrun by countless swarms of Vylkr vines at every corner.

Moreover, he hoped to discover if they had any information about the whereabouts of stronghold leader Drakar.

Though Orion recognized the caravan's strength, he began reassessing his thoughts after gathering information from the Village Chief and learning that some caravans were strong enough to hold their own against two-star warriors. He wondered if the four-eared individuals were equal to the warriors in strength or even stronger.

Nonetheless, he would only be able to know once they arrived, so Orion was very much expecting their arrival.

As he landed before the main gates of his manor, Orion surveyed the scanty streets before giving a nod of acknowledgement to the two guards stationed at the entrance. These guards were three-star warriors whom Orion had hired and compensated using the revenue generated from the cities, reciprocated his nod.

Though the profits were currently modest in comparison to the construction costs, even with the assistance of the Village Chief and the other key figures who shared in the revenues, Orion was optimistic that, with time and a growing population, they would not only cover the expenses but also generate substantial profits. N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.

The guards respectfully opened the main gates, allowing Orion to enter. As he entered the main compound, he calmly said, "I'm home."

Despite his subdued tone, the words resounded throughout the entire compound and its hundreds of buildings.

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"Of course, Father said that they would happily receive us, so I am sure they will," she responded.

"Are you sure, sister?" Lyndon asked, staring intently at his sister, Isadora. Like him, she also had four ears, two on each side, with an earring on the lower right.

She also had short, shoulder-length black hair and wore a long attire crafted from leaves covering her entire body. Also, a small, snowy-furred beast rested with its eyes closed on her left shoulder.

While Isadora wanted to respond to her brother's words, she found it difficult after everything they had experienced in the past months.

"Humph! So you aren't sure about it, too, right?" Lyndon asked with a sigh escaping his lips for the umpteenth time.

"Even if we aren't sure, that doesn't mean we shouldn't believe his words. After all, Father has been here several times already, more than us, so he must know them better than anyone about what kind of people they are. So, I choose to believe Father's words, even though I'm not entirely sure about it," Isadora responded with a firm expression.

When she finished speaking, as though understanding everything she had said, the snowy-furred beast on her left shoulder nodded in agreement.

Lyndon exhaled deeply at his sister's words, "Honestly, even I choose to believe his words. However, now that we're getting closer to our destination, I can't help but doubt if we are doing the right thing," Lyndon said.

"What do you mean?" Isadora asked with furrowed brows.

"Over a hundred thousand people of our race are currently on a one-way trip to seek shelter from another race, whom Father claimed were good people with whom he had only done business. Though I ignored the matter when we had just started running away, now that we are getting closer to our destination, sister, what do we do if they refuse to offer us assistance?"

"Where will we run to then? Our runaway city has already been captured, and everything within it has been ransacked. So, sister, what will we do if these people refuse us?" Lyndon asked, his voice trembling as he clenched both hands into fists.

Suddenly, just as Isadora was about to respond, the water before the boat moved, and a figure immediately jumped out of the river, landing before them.

"Prince Lyndon, I can hear your voice complaining from deep under the river," the figure said as he looked at Lyndon.