Belobog.
Goethe Hotel lobby, Upper District.
Luka was dragged over by the Guards and treated to good food and drink. He had wanted to refuse, but the Guards were simply too enthusiastic.
"Come on, come on, you've worked hard, Luka. You've been away so long—you must be exhausted, right?"
The Guard beside him stood and piled food onto Luka's plate, saying with a faint smile:
"It wasn't easy for you to come back. You have to eat plenty of hometown food!"
"Thank you..."
Looking at the food piling higher and higher in his bowl, Luka couldn't shake the strange feeling in his heart.
"By the way, when are you planning to go back?" someone asked.
"I..."
Luka lowered his head, clutching at his pants with both hands as he hesitated.
"Actually, I already don't..."
"Don't want to go back?" The voice came from behind Luka.
Luka froze, then turned around and saw that it was Belobog's commander of the Guard, Gepard.
Originally, Gepard should have gone to the Xianzhou Luofu with Bronya and the others to compete. After all, he had trained since childhood, so he would naturally have been the first choice for a martial competition.
But he also had another responsibility: maintaining order in Belobog while Bronya and the others were away.
So Gepard had remained behind.
It could be said that Luka had taken Gepard's place.
"No, that's not it! It's not that I don't want to come back!" Luka hurriedly waved his hands at the approaching Gepard.
"Haha, I was only joking."
"Sit down and eat some more."
Gepard patted Luka on the shoulder, pressed him back into his seat, then sat down beside him.
The Guards nearby hurriedly set out a bowl and chopsticks for Gepard as well.
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