Chapter 181

"Then let's call her Aurorla, which means 'autumn' and 'dawn,' since our youngest daughter was also born at dawn."

"Aurorla... okay, that's the name."

The smile on Losweiser's face gradually faded. Reluctantly, she released Leon, then took a few steps back, watching his retreating figure.

"Go, Casmod, and do what you must."

The man before me slowly turned his head halfway, the moonlight illuminating his resolute profile, a gentle breeze ruffling his bangs.

He nodded, then strode off towards the distant, silent beast.

The Silver Dragon Queen stared blankly at the receding figure, muttering to herself, "Nine..."

"Leon, may your military fortunes prosper." Ling

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Leon did not swagger in through the city gate.

The situation within the empire is currently unclear, and the fact that someone who should have been eliminated three years ago has suddenly returned is bound to cause some unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, General Leon was once hailed as the strongest Dragon Slayer, making him quite a celebrity.

Saying he was a household name might be an exaggeration, but back then, Leon could eat for free at any restaurant in the Empire just because of his handsome face.

Occasionally, he would even be winked at by the still charming proprietress.

Pshaw, people with wives and children shouldn't be thinking about such nonsense.

At least you have to pay when you eat at a restaurant!

So they had to sneak in, with Leon hiding in the shadows, waiting for his chance.

At dawn, Leon finally got his chance.

He infiltrated a merchant caravan that was doing business in the empire and slipped into the empire unnoticed.

The imperial guards at the gates were as lazy as ever, only giving the caravans a perfunctory glance and not conducting a thorough search at all.

General Leon, clinging to the bottom of the carriage with his astonishing core strength, thought to himself.

After successfully passing through the imperial gates and walking through a few streets, Leon climbed up from under the carriage and crawled into the carriage compartment.

The warehouse was filled with goods that this group of merchants came to the empire to resell, mainly small jewelry and accessories that young people liked.

The empire is vast and rich in resources, and is the core of human territory.

The surrounding vassal states also rely on the empire as their Queen. Whether they are doing business or being bullied by foreigners, they will come to the Queen.

Of course, the Queen wouldn't help for nothing; he would occasionally collect some protection money.

The younger brothers were naturally very willing. By offering gold, treasures, and beautiful women as tribute each year, they could guarantee favorable weather and abundant harvests for the coming year, and that no foreign tribe would dare to launch an invasion.

This is the confidence the empire gives me (hands on hips)!

Leon sat in the carriage cabin, looking out through the gaps between the wooden planks.

The streets were bustling with people, and the city remained prosperous.

Leon sighed inwardly, three years had passed, and the empire was still as bustling as before.

After crossing several more streets, Leon quietly got off the carriage.

Before leaving, he also took a pair of sunglasses.

Celebrities always wear sunglasses when they go out;

Not to mention celebrities who are already "dead".

Leon stood on the street, looked around, and after confirming that no one was secretly watching him, he walked into a dark alley to the side.

He planned to visit his master's farm first.

Although his master was unlikely to be there, Leon wanted to try his luck, just in case his master had left him some useful information or other clues.

He walked into the dark alley, his hands in his pockets, head bowed, his steps brisk.

However, before he had taken more than a few steps, Leon caught a glimpse of several conspicuous notices on the wall of the alley from the corner of his eye behind his sunglasses.

Leon stopped and glanced at him, then his eyes widened slightly.

That wasn't a notice at all; it was clearly an imperial... wanted poster—a red-level, top-priority wanted poster!

The photo on the wanted poster was of none other than his mentor, Tiger Lawrence.

"How did Master become a wanted criminal?!"

Good heavens, this old man has never committed murder or arson in his entire life. He even has to ask his master's wife for permission to smoke a cigarette. How could he become a wanted criminal?

Leon was stunned for a moment before he could process what had happened.

His expression turned serious.

The empire is indeed as prosperous as it was back then;

But beneath this facade of prosperity, undercurrents were already surging.

Leon reached out and tore off the wanted poster from the wall, crumpled it into a ball, stuffed it into his pocket, and immediately left.

An hour later, Leon arrived at his master's farm, which was also his former home.

The wanted criminal's farm was naturally sealed off; several large seals were pasted on the gate, and the yard was already desolate.

Leon looked around to make sure none of his neighbors were home, then flipped over the fence, crossed the gravel path, and headed toward the wooden house on the other side of the farm.

The wooden house had fallen into disrepair over the years; one side of the roof had collapsed, and the windows were shattered, as if someone had hit it with stones.

Leon first circled the cabin, but found no traps, then climbed into the cabin through the dilapidated window.

The floorboards creaked as my feet touched the ground, stirring up dust.

Leon raised his hand and fanned himself in front of his nose, then began to examine the familiar house.

The living room, kitchen, and bedroom were all in a state of disrepair, looking nothing like anyone had lived there recently.

At the same time, there were no clues or information left by the master here.

Leon sighed and muttered, "Could the old man have forgotten that yesterday marked exactly one year since the agreement?"

Leon thought his master might have left him clues because he figured that since the one-year agreement was set by his master, the time was up, and his master would naturally try to contact Leon or convey some information.

Since he wasn't hiding in the mountain cave he used to be, the only possible clues he could have left behind were at his old home on the farm.

But there was nothing there.

But just as Leon was about to leave in disappointment, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't yet visited the hay barn in the backyard.

With a try-it-out mentality, Leon went to the hay barn in the backyard.

This place was originally used not only to store grain and firewood, but also as a place where donkeys used to live—yes, in Leon's house, donkeys not only had a place to live, but they lived in a hay barn.

This is like putting a 200-pound fat person in a buffet restaurant.

Leon searched the hay barn thoroughly, the dust stinging his eyes and choking his nose.

Fortunately, this time it wasn't a complete loss.

Leon finally found the clue his master had left him under the haystack where the Donkey Donkey had once slept.

"Ah Lu, I love you!"

The clue was written on a tattered strip of cloth, which indicated that the master was indeed in a bad situation and couldn't even find a piece of paper.

Leon unfolded the strip of cloth, and the writing on it looked like it had been drawn on with red bricks—good, there was no paper, not even a pen.

Oh no, Master, oh no!

The message on the cloth strip was very simple:

"Rebecca is trustworthy."

"Rebecca ..."

When Leon saw the name, his memories were stirred.

Rebecca Clement was the female gunner in his team.

A talkative and somewhat neurotic girl.

During the war, he and his two teammates could confidently leave the flanks to Rebecca, whose fire support was always timely, and whose shooting scores were among the best in the entire Dragon Slayer Army.

At the same time, she also possesses a bit of "natural superhuman strength".

Despite her petite stature, she was always able to use various large firearms with ease, which Leon found very puzzling.

This is completely contrary to biology!

Oh, you're saying that General Leon soloing the Dragon King without taking any damage doesn't align with biology?

That's alright then.

Let's get back to the main topic.

The messy handwriting is indeed the master's.

High emotional intelligence: Unrestrained and somewhat sloppy.

Low emotional intelligence: What kind of crap is this?

If it weren't for the apprentice he had raised from childhood, other people might not have been able to understand it.

"Rebecca is trustworthy... Does that mean Master already knows about how I was framed by an inside man?"

After a moment's thought, Leon wasn't entirely sure about his guess.

If Losweiser had told her master about the betrayal when they met, then her master would certainly have known about it and had spent the past year secretly investigating Leon's teammates.

But if Losweiser hadn't mentioned it, then the master might have left this message simply to give Leon a place to stay after returning to the Empire.

But no matter what—

Leon looked at the familiar name on the strip of cloth.

He's going to see his gunnery division to see what's going on.

Although his mentor said Rebecca was trustworthy, Leon didn't truly let his guard down.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his master, but the traitor who betrayed him years ago was among Rebecca and her two companions, making it difficult for him to feel at ease.

It's always good to be cautious. Guilt.

Putting on his sunglasses, Leon followed various alleyways and dark lanes, turning left and right, until he arrived at a detached apartment building. (Ling)

This is Rebecca's home. (Sobbing)

Why was Leon so certain that she hadn't moved in the past three years?

He turned his head to look at a corner of the courtyard. Nine

There was an enormous, outrageously large cannon there.

Surely no sane person would place a cannon powered by Fire Element magic in their yard, right?

Leon turned his gaze away from the cannon and then circled the apartment building.

There was no one in the house.

"She should still be out on a mission at this time," said Qun.

Muttering to himself, Leon arrived at the back door of the apartment.

He tried to turn the lock.

Snap—

The door slowly opened inward.

Leon was slightly startled. "How come this crazy girl is still as careless as before? What if a thief breaks into the house?"