Dreaming of the Emerald Dream

When Varian heard the voice echoing through the air, he immediately remembered the painful memories from the royal palace. He would never forget Onyxia's voice for as long as he lived. But he was worried about his son, and no matter how deep his fear ran, he had to face it. Varian was about to step forward and speak when Leiluo struck him unconscious and carried him away.

The six of them—Regar and Brol serving as the transport team—carried the pain-stricken Lo'Gosh and the unconscious Varian on their backs. Led by Valera, they made it past the city guards' layers of checkpoints and safely returned to their room at the inn.

Looking at the two identical men sleeping in the same bed, Valera and the others exchanged glances, at a loss for what to do. In the end, all three turned to Leiluo, who was wolfing down food nearby. At last, all the dishes they had ordered earlier were coming in handy.

"Why are you all staring at me? Eat something!"

Leiluo stuffed food into his mouth as he spoke, but the others couldn't make heads or tails of what he was saying. There was no helping it; he had to swallow the food bulging in his cheeks before speaking again.

"Why are you looking at me? Eat something. We've been busy all night. Aren't you tired?"

This time, all three understood him, but none of them moved. At last, Regar mustered his courage and approached his idol with an ingratiating smile.

"Um... are you really Lord Leiluo?"

Valera and Brol, standing behind Regar with eager expressions, hadn't expected him to ask that. Their admiration for him instantly turned to disdain.

"Though I'd rather not admit it in front of you, a true man never changes his name. So yes,