Inside the Cloud Stone Celestial Palace.
Yan Huan accepted an oversized Liheng Coin.
"Valiant warrior, thank you for rescuing Paris."
Elder Oenone said to Yan Huan with a faint smile:
"While those fifty thousand Liheng Coins are a bit excessive, a promise is a promise, so I will not dwell on it."
"Now that the wealth has been granted to you, please do not disturb Paris's life any further."
Yan Huan did not expect these words.
Yet upon careful thought, did it not seem somewhat reasonable?
After all, he really had been keeping tabs on him a bit too much.
"What do you mean, disturbing? I was merely passing by."
Yan Huan put away the money and asked:
"When does the festival in Castrum Kremnos end? I still need to attend the final award ceremony when the time comes."
"Castrum Kremnos?" Oenone furrowed her brow slightly.
"That is hardly a good place."
"You should understand the temperament of those barbarians."
"Even when they host a festival, it is bloodthirsty and cruel."
"My intuition tells me that their purpose in holding this festival is hardly simple, for this time those barbarians actually allowed people from other city-states to join..."
The conflict between Castrum Kremnos and Okhema was hardly a one-off affair, or rather... they relished conflict with any city-state.
They loved war.
Now that Nikadori was corrupted by the Black Tide, these lingering children of Strife remained willing to follow it on conquests far and wide.
Even as the Black Tide surged aggressively.
To the people of Okhema, the current Castrum Kremnos was no more merciful than the Black Tide.
"According to the intelligence we have scouted, their festival will likely need to run for at least three more days."
Oenone wore a worried expression.
"I hear your skills are extraordinary,