The Low-rank Silver warrior's face went blank. As he watched Velin, his complexion paled at a visible speed, and his body began to go limp.
The moment he collapsed, Velin reached out and caught him by the shoulder, then dispersed the strand of Doxius's battle aura lodged at his throat.
"Lord, I... I..."
"No need to be nervous." Velin reached out and patted the Low-rank Silver warrior on the shoulder, saying with a smile, "I'm very pleased you have that vigilance. I hope you'll keep it up in the future."
"Also, I'm giving you a piece of credit. I wonder if you want it."
Hearing that, the Low-rank Silver warrior froze on the spot, feeling as if he had misheard.
"If you don't want it, I'll give it to someone else." Velin looked at the dazed Low-rank Silver warrior and teased him with a smile.
"This subordinate would not dare." The Low-rank Silver warrior immediately knelt on the ground and lowered his head as he answered.
"Stand up and talk."
Hearing this, the Low-rank Silver warrior did not dare disobey and stood back up from the ground.
"Near the western city gate, there's a grilled meat stall. The middle-aged man doing the grilling should be a remnant of the Okra Kingdom, if nothing unexpected happens."
"As for whether you arrest him now or cast a long line to catch a big fish, decide for yourself."
"Thank you for your grace, my lord."
Velin gladly accepted his thanks, then looked at Doxius and said, "Let's go. Take me to see the Third Corps headquarters."
Doxius turned to the side and gestured invitingly. "My lord, please follow me."
They passed through several layers of security and reached the core area of the Third Corps.
The guards standing sentry and patrolling all bore