The day after the Banquet ended, Velin led the Thirteenth Transport Battalion back to Baxia Great Camp.
As his final transport mission, after returning the order documents to Flora, Velin had Greg and Imogen suspend the troops' training.
Over the half month after returning to Baxia Great Camp, units gradually withdrew from the front lines.
Little by little, the desolate camp became lively again, making the commercial camp fifty kilometers away even more prosperous. Sales of Half-elf slaves rose along with it.
Besides that, the old officer from the previously rigid Fourteenth Transport Battalion had even sent people to invite him.
However, Velin politely declined. He did not know what kind of person the other man was, and making contact rashly would be inappropriate.
Over the following half month, the other party still refused to give up, frequently sending invitations with the air of someone who would not rest until he achieved his goal.
A mask concealing the power of curses had appeared in Baxia Great Camp. A human noble corrupted by pollution was plotting to overthrow the Magic Legion.
Velin, who had just lain down to rest, suddenly sat up, his expression shifting unpredictably.
His subconscious told him that he had to flee this place.
Then Velin shook his head and forced himself to calm down. "No, I need to think of a way."
After careful consideration, Velin decided to seek out his Third Uncle.
But a problem lay before him. If his Third Uncle questioned the source of the intelligence, how was he supposed to explain it?
"Wait. I'll think of a solution over the next few days. If I really can't find one, then I'll consider that route."
He tossed and turned until late at night before finally falling asleep.
Early the next morning, Kyle entered the