"I asked a lot of people, that year, the wanderers were arrogant and rampant, raiding many planets. So..."

The rest didn’t need to be said, everyone understood.

Nicholas listened and glanced at Gregory Lawrence sitting on the other side, "I remember your young friend here deals in information. Instead of half-believing my explanation, why don’t you ask him?"

He knew the truth.

But it wasn’t suitable for him to speak it out.

In the eyes of the interstellar people, the infamy of the wanderers had long been a settled matter.

What outsiders said, they didn’t care.

Surviving was what mattered.

Cloudreach hesitated at this moment.

He stood up without moving, and looked at Nicholas, "Was that incident really not your doing?"

Nicholas, with a smoking pipe in his mouth, asked back, "Do you think our leader is that kind of person?"

Cloudreach already had his answer.

That year, the wanderers indeed visited Cloudreach.

But it was all sparked by Hannah’s whim.

She and Sixth Hoffman had bet on the number of petals of the lily of the valley.

Hannah said nine, Sixth Hoffman said eight.

They argued for a day and made a spur-of-the-moment decision to detour to Cloudreach.

Over the years, the wanderers hadn’t avoided robbery, mainly targeting unscrupulous merchants or royal caravans.

As for showing up on those destroyed planets, it was to see if there was anything valuable to salvage and sell.

It was more or less "scavenging."

Before Hannah arrived, they lived by scavenging.

After Hannah arrived, they turned professional.

They made quite a bit of money from scavenging.

Occasionally, they would find survivors like Jade, saving whoever they could.

To Nicholas, they wanderers were simply too "kind."

Nothing like the horrifying, utterly wicked beings people outside claimed.

"Rumors, all rumors!"

Sixth Hoffman was indignant.

Gregory Lawrence, now part of the wanderers’ camp, agreed, "Right, all rumors. How could Hannah be bad? She’s so cute, more like a little fairy."

He was drunk and babbled nonsense again.

Sixth Hoffman was also drunk, swaying as if about to topple anytime, "What fairy? You haven’t seen our leader in battle. She’s impressive, so many can’t defeat her!"

"Hannah has been on the battlefield?" Gregory Lawrence was curious.

Sixth Hoffman said, "That’s right, our leader used to be..."

Used to be what.

At the critical moment, Sixth Hoffman passed out drunk.

Who knew if it was real or fake.

Nicholas just glanced at him and continued drinking his alcohol.

"Leaving?" Nicholas suddenly spoke.

But there was no one in front of him.

From the corner, Arnold Simmons came out.

"Going to find Hannah?" Nicholas squinted his eyes.

Under the influence of alcohol, he could only see a blurry figure.

But he couldn’t help admiring, their leader always had good taste, having chosen someone even more beautiful than Jade.

"I won’t let Hannah face danger alone."

The place called The Lost Realms, they say it’s not for the living.

"Hannah has never been one to need others," Nicholas took a sip of his drink and continued, "Before knowing the leader, she came all this way by herself, and over the past hundred years, she’s also made it on her own."

He had never seen Hannah ask anyone for help.

Perhaps due to mistrust or perhaps out of habit.

She was somewhat like a rabbit, appearing fluffy, well-behaved, and harmless on the outside.