Chapter 755

When Stanford received a report that a senior scholar claiming to be from the Scholar's Tower in the Gabella Imperial Capital wished to meet him, his mind filled with disbelief.

Putting aside the fact that the Gabella Imperial Capital was half a continent away from the Northern Three Territories, why would a respected scholar come to such a barbaric land? Out of curiosity, he decided to meet the visitor. If this person was making a fool of him, he would make the other party regret it to the grave. The Northern Three Territories were in desperate need of labor, after all!

In the Reception Room, Stanford met two guests.

One was around fifty years old. His back was slightly stooped, perhaps from the long journey, and his already thin frame appeared even more gaunt. His loose robe swayed gently, making his bony wrists and ankles stand out even more. Deep wrinkles on his face revealed an unyielding wisdom, while his gray-white beard hung messily over his chest. Clearly, he had yet to fully recover from the exhaustion of the journey.

This man called himself Yarvis.

The other had a sharply defined face, high cheekbones, and deep-set eyes, yet a keen light still flashed within them, like an unsheathed blade. He remained constantly alert to every movement around him.

This man called himself Marek, Yarvis's guardsman.

"Yarvis? You're Scholar Yarvis?" When the man claiming to be a scholar gave his name, Stanford rose from his seat in astonishment.

Yarvis returned the surprise with an equally astonished expression. Although he was famous throughout Gabella, the place they were in now was separated from Gabella by the Great Prairie.

Yarvis did not know that the senior administrators within the Arda system were, in terms of the breadth of their information, among the best-informed