Bamund

"Third Uncle, it's been a long time."

His third uncle still looked as young as ever, approachable in a set of black casual clothes, a sword hanging at his waist. Two inscrutable swordswomen followed behind him, both wearing Cat Masks.

As far as he knew, those two seemed to be his third uncle's concubines, though he did not know whether that was true.

"It's been seven or eight years, my dear nephew."

Bamund stepped forward, embraced Velin, and smiled as he patted him on the shoulder.

"You've grown quite a bit. You're looking more and more like your father."

Velin did not hesitate to shatter his third uncle's White Lie. "That's not what my father says. Do you think I don't know? He always says Third Brother is the one most like him."

"You little brat, tearing down your third uncle in front of everyone. Is your backside itching again?" Bamund clenched his fists and looked at Velin kindly.

"No, no, no, Third Uncle. Save your iron fists for my cousin. I'm grown up now, so let's forget it."

Velin grabbed both of Bamund's hands and repeatedly begged for mercy.

"Third Uncle, come on. Let's go into the tent."

Seeing this, Bamund lowered his right hand and followed Velin into the tent.

As for the two swordswomen following Bamund, they remained at the entrance, serving as temporary guards.

"Greetings, Lord Bamund." Seeing the two enter, Aunt Flora rose and bowed.

Seeing this, Velin explained to Bamund, "Third Uncle, this is Aunt Flora. She comes from—"

"Flora, it's been a long time. In the blink of an eye, you've grown so much." Before Velin could finish, Bamund spoke warmly.

Velin had not expected his third uncle and aunt to know each other, so he did not continue the introduction.

After Bamund