Having recovered the Family Guards, Evan was fortunate enough to receive his share of the reward once more.
However, because he had run off on his own and carelessly ended up in danger, he was severely reprimanded by Duke Carlot.
Even if he chose to travel and explore, he had to put his personal safety first! The family's Eighth Rank Guards were not omnipotent; even Ninth Rank experts could not guarantee they could swagger across the continent without fear. Therefore, no matter when, he must never blindly put himself in a dangerous situation.
Any treasure or resource could be replaced. Only oneself was the foundation of everything.
He had been lucky enough to keep his life this time, but what about next time?
To impress this lesson upon Evan, after handing him his share of the reward, the duke directly ordered him to return to Abundant Gold City to cultivate and develop his territory, strictly forbidding him from continuing his travels.
His confinement would not be lifted until his strength broke through to the Seventh Rank.
Before the duke, Evan was scolded until he resembled an ostrich, constantly shrinking his neck until it nearly disappeared into his clothes... Meanwhile, in a temporarily excavated cave.
"Mm..."
Feeling the cold, hard stimulation against the back of his body, the Golden-Haired Young Bishop painfully opened his eyes.
What entered his sight were the dark, cramped stone walls of a cave.
He discovered that he was still lying on a rough Stone Altar, his limbs and neck tightly bound by Magic Shackles, while every piece of equipment on his body had been stripped away.
Only a single undergarment remained, preserving the last shred of his dignity.
He tried to break free, but there was not the slightest trace of magic power within him. An