"Master, everything has been prepared," Hilda said, coming up behind Velin and bowing.
Velin nodded slightly, then said, "Go handle your own duties."
"Yes."
Hilda answered respectfully, took a few steps back, then turned and left.
Ten minutes later, the procession stopped three hundred meters from the city gate.
After Lester, who was seated in the front row, jumped down from the carriage, he went to the side, opened the carriage door, then stepped aside and maintained a standard standing posture.
Valient stepped down from the carriage and looked around. In just an instant, he spotted Velin.
Looking at his uncle standing on the city wall, Valient placed his right hand over his chest and saluted from afar, saying in a gentle tone, "Uncle Velin, long time no see."
On the wall of the outer district, Velin looked at Valient as he saluted. His figure flickered, and in the next moment, he was beside the carriage.
High-tier Soul Intent knight Samuel looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared before him and instinctively put his hand on the hilt of his sword. But after he saw clearly who it was, he forcibly stopped that impulse.
The God-Bestowed Count's strength was becoming more and more terrifying. His own strength was considered decent even among High-tier Soul Intent, yet just now he had failed to catch even the faintest trace of his movement.
"Your Majesty."
Under everyone's gaze, Velin placed his right hand over his chest and bowed.
"Uncle Velin, you are my elder. How can you bow to a junior like me?" Seeing this, Valient hurriedly stepped forward and helped Velin up.
Seeing this, Velin straightened up naturally. Looking at the perfectly measured unease on Valient's face, he could not help but sigh inwardly that this fellow really was an actor.