After passing through the bustling streets, Velin and Kyle arrived at the nearest garrison to the main thoroughfare.
After showing their identity command tokens, they entered the compound under the guidance of a Holy Crusader officer.
"My lord, please wait a moment longer. Our battalion commander will arrive shortly."
"I understand. Go attend to your duties."
The Holy Crusader officer bowed and left the compound.
Velin walked to the wall and studied the murals upon it. Though he could not understand the writing, he could still sense the cultural atmosphere within them.
"Before the war, I'd wager this was a noble's secondary residence in Nax City. Do you believe me?"
Kyle sat to one side in silence, pretending not to hear him.
Seeing that Kyle would not take the bait, Velin did not get angry. By the surrounding light, he slowly examined the murals.
A moment later, the sound of footsteps approached.
Looking over, he saw a bald, burly man appear before him, an iron hammer in hand.
"I am Kailod, Deputy Battalion Commander of the Sixty-Third Independent Battalion of the Holy Crusaders and garrison officer of Nax City's North City District. On behalf of the eight hundred Holy Crusader warriors in the North City District, I salute you, the esteemed Fifteenth Army Commander, Lord Velin."
Velin used Battle Qi to help the Low-Silver Tier Warrior before him to his feet and said gently, "No need for such formalities."
"My lord, what do you require of me here?" the bald man asked respectfully.
"There is a stall selling grilled rice puffs beside the opera house in the North City District. Its vendor is an assassin."
At those words, the bald man flushed crimson and said somewhat ashamedly, "Thank you for the warning, my lord."
"Don't concern yourself with it. He