Inside the Demiplane, Velin lay on the grass with one leg crossed over the other, calculating the time.
When night fell, Velin got to his feet, opened the Demiplane passage, and returned to the military camp.
Looking around, he saw soldiers sitting in small groups, each holding a bottle of liquor and drinking merrily.
After making a round of inspection, Velin arrived outside his tent.
As expected, Xuemiyya, his father, mother, elder brother, and sister-in-law were all waiting inside.
"Lord Velin."
Miller, who was walking toward him, saw Velin and struck his chest in salute before speaking respectfully.
Seeing this, Velin asked, "Where's Kyle?"
Miller answered truthfully, "Lord Velin, Lord Kyle took Miss Seraphina to the royal capital."
"Forget it. Go get some rest." Velin waved a hand at Miller.
"Yes."
Miller struck his chest in salute and left.
Looking through the tent flap at the interior, Velin took a deep breath, clasped his hands behind his back, and swaggered inside.
In this camp, aside from Kyle, he was the strongest. Even his old father might not be able to beat him. There was nothing for him to fear.
As he lifted the tent flap, everyone turned to look at Velin in unison.
Under their gazes, Velin walked to the right and plopped down beside Xuemiyya without the slightest trace of guilt on his face.
Angus looked at his youngest son and teased, "You've really trained that thick skin of yours."
Velin raised his brows and replied with a smile, "Father, you should know I didn't spend those ten years for nothing. If my skin hadn't been thick and my heart ruthless enough, how could I have pried money from those old foxes?"
Xuemiyya turned to look at her husband without saying anything. She merely hugged his arm and leaned