Ashen Dragon-Chapter 662 - 76 The Invitation from the Sivier Family

Chapter 662: Chapter 76: The Invitation from the Sivier Family

Chapter 662 -76: The Invitation from the Sivier Family

Hilowiz hurriedly nodded in compliance, softly responding, “Yes, Hermit sir.”

The Hermit was straightening his slightly disheveled clothing from the recent battle, speaking gently, “There’s no need to be so formal, Miss Hilowiz.

I have already told you, even if you weren’t here, I would have taken care of those bugs effortlessly.”

Hilowiz looked up into the Hermit’s eyes with a serious expression, “Mr. Hermit, for you, this might just be a trivial matter.

But without you, our caravan might well have been entirely obliterated.”

As she spoke, Hilowiz pulled out a beautifully carved Golden Sparrow Flower Badge from her sleeve and presented it with both hands.

“Mr. Hermit, you may not be aware, but my father, Duke Aiden, is a man who values gratitude.

And since you’ve helped us so much, be it gold, silver, jewels, spell scrolls, or magical items, our Sivier family will do our best to fulfill your needs…”

Hilowiz, adept at reading the room, keenly noticed that the Hermit’s light green pupils slightly widened upon mentioning “gold, silver, jewels,” seemingly intrigued by it.

However, she did not elaborate further, only continuing to listen quietly, silently noting this peculiarity.

The Hermit pocketed the Golden Sparrow Flower Badge, stroked his beard, and then nodded with a smile, “In that case, I shall accept your gift without reservation.”

Hilowiz curiously asked, “Mr. Hermit, where are you planning to go?”

“To Taer Port. Although it has been a long time since I last returned, I should still have some old acquaintances there.”

The Hermit gently waved his bronze scepter, and a phantom map appeared in midair, marking the location of Taer Port.

However, Hilowiz covered her mouth in surprise, whispering, “Mr. Hermit, if I’m not mistaken…

The Taer Port you mentioned sank into the sea 130 years ago in a disaster that swept through Silvermoon Bay, the city now only exists in history books.”

The Hermit froze, his expression stupefied, remaining silent for a long time before shaking his head with a bitter smile, “Heh, it seems I’ve indeed slept for too long, to the extent that I’m unaware of the basic state of the modern world.

It is… quite embarrassing.”

Hilowiz sensed a touch of loneliness emanating from the man before her but did not wish to intrude, merely standing quietly by his side.

The Hermit, seemingly accustomed to solitude, showed little fluctuation in emotion, only a touch of sentimentality.

After a moment, the Hermit turned his head toward Hilowiz, “Where is your destination, this so-called Victoria Port?”

Hilowiz nodded, responding solemnly, “Yes, Mr. Hermit, we intend to transport this batch of new firearms back to Victoria Port; we did not anticipate an ambush along the way…”

“Firearms?”

The Hermit flicked his sleeves and magically extracted a brand-new rifle, casually handling it.

“This thing? Quite an interesting little toy,

But within moments, he seemed to grasp how to use the firearm and fired a shot into the sky.

“Bang!”

“Not bad in terms of power, I didn’t expect the world to have changed so drastically in just a hundred years…”

Hilowiz hesitated, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear, and finally gathering the courage to speak tentatively.

“Mr. Hermit, since you’ve just awoken and are unfamiliar with the changes in the world, how about you accompany us to Victoria Port.

Now, Victoria Port is the largest and most prosperous city in the Silvermoon Bay region, and our Sivier family could find you accommodation there and provide information. What do you think?”

She once again bowed gently, softly adding, “And to have a powerful spellcaster such as yourself accompany us is an honor.”

The Hermit did not hesitate overly, pondering briefly, then nodded with a smile, “That sounds quite pleasant, I do have a fondness for human port cities.

I suppose I shall take this opportunity to see… the beauty of Victoria Port. Miss Hilowiz, have your caravan make preparations, and we shall depart shortly.”

“Of course, Mr. Hermit.”

Hilowiz quickly assented, even her tone tinged with excitement.

Not only because she no longer had to worry about the safety of their upcoming journey but also because she had made the acquaintance of a mysterious and powerful spellcaster.

The connection of such a high-level spellcaster was an invaluable asset for the entire Sivier family.

“Mr. Hermit, I will lead the way for you…”

Hilowiz extended her hand to guide the way, but then saw the Hermit lightly tap the ground with his bronze scepter.

“There’s no need for that.”

“Clang.”

A clear metallic sound rang out, and Hilowiz felt the space around her get pulled away like a curtain, the scenery instantly transformed.

When she regained her senses, the two were already seated inside a luxuriously decorated carriage.

Even Hilowiz was momentarily stunned, falling silent before sincerely saying, “Mr. Hermit, your mastery of spells truly leaves me… in awe.”

The Hermit chuckled lightly, “Heh, I’m just well-practiced, there’s nothing particularly remarkable about it.”

At that moment, the Guard Captain, Marvin, noticed the young lady’s return to the carriage, even bringing along the mysterious guest.

Aware of his neglect, he hurriedly came forward to greet them, his face wearing an ingratiating smile as he bowed, “Miss, and… sir.

The caravan is nearly ready, and the injured soldiers and horses have been tended to. When do we prepare to depart?”