"Thank you for the token you gave me back then."
"Take this. When you reach the Soul Intent rank, bring this item to the Holy Third Dawn Kingdom. They will build a Teleportation Array leading to your territory."
"Farewell."
Before Velin could offer his thanks, Gerrard tore open space and departed.
Velin stared silently at the hexagonal stone in his hand.
Behind Velin, neither O'dor nor Bamund, including Kyle, knew what Gerrard had said to him.
"By the way, what was I supposed to do?" Bamund rubbed his head and asked in confusion.
O'dor said nothing at the sight.
Kyle was the same. Gerrard had sealed away part of his lord's Third Uncle's memories, preventing more people from learning some of his lord's secrets.
"Young Master Velin, I'm very sorry. I didn't find any trace of those necromancers in the Shadow World." Grev appeared beside Velin, his tone somewhat dejected.
He had searched for over three months without finding so much as a hair. This was utterly humiliating.
"It's fine. It's no longer important."
Hearing Velin's consolation, Grev felt even more guilty. He felt that he had to do something, or he would be unworthy of Velin's trust.
After concluding this journey, everyone returned to the main camp at the border of An Province.
The next morning, Velin resumed his grueling training under Kyle's supervision.
Two months later, Velin conducted his second slave trade with the Centaur Suri. He obtained forty thousand able-bodied Gray-skinned Goblins and one hundred thousand elderly, weak, and young Gray-skinned Goblins, greatly increasing the speed of mining.
On April 1st, 9737 of the Radiant Calendar, one year had passed since they had been stationed at the border of An Province, cutting off the trade route between the Dwarves and the Graylight Wasteland.
Both sides had exercised