Ang left the Third Legion's garrison with the approval slip in hand, his feelings somewhat complicated.
He went straight to the logistics department and collected 70,000 magic crystals. It was an enormous sum, leaving his Magic Waist Pouch heavy and full.
Gently stroking the pouch's surface, Ang felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
Though this money was enough to support him for some time to come, it could not fill the emptiness in his heart.
He knew these magic crystals were merely partial compensation for relinquishing power and responsibility. They could offer no real comfort.
Ang took a deep breath, composed himself, and headed for Marquis Brandon Morgan's residence.
When he entered, the guards saw him and immediately went to announce his arrival respectfully.
Before long, a middle-aged man dressed as a butler emerged with a smile and said respectfully, "Baron Ang, the Marquis is expecting you."
Ang nodded and followed the butler into Brandon's office.
The room had a particularly comfortable atmosphere. Light filtered through the curtains, and a warm fragrance lingered in the air.
Brandon sat behind his desk, wearing an unhurried smile as he gestured for Ang to sit.
Ang politely gave a military salute, then unceremoniously took a seat on the sofa opposite him.
A maid soon brought over a steaming cup of black tea, along with several exquisite pastries.
Ang paused slightly. The pastries were covered with a delicate layer of cream, their fragrance enticing.
He took a bite. The sweet milky flavor mingled with the taste of unfamiliar herbs, smooth and rich enough to make him want several more bites.
Ang had never received such treatment before. In the army mess hall, he ate simple food almost every day, and even the water was gathered through Magic Rune panels.
As he chewed, he could