"Andrew!" an official called out, quickly recognizing him.
Andrew had left too deep of an impression back during the evening banquet. Even so, he was the Principal Scarlett's third disciple, the renowned Sword Immortal! But his drunken tramp's appearance was too big of a contrast with that former image.
Carl exclaimed happily, eagerly welcoming him, "Brother Andrew, you've returned! Did everything go smoothly?"
Andrew nodded. Then, he looked at Alina, who was sitting upright nearby. His gaze became sharp as she said, "I was quite shocked when I heard what Sir Carl said back then, so I made a trip to the fiend race territories to confirm things."
The others were shocked. They knew something huge was going to happen.
