Assassination

The two sides parted ways at the platform in Bickfort.

Gilan, surrounded by members of the delegation and bodyguards, gradually disappeared into the distance.

Senani carried a bag on her back and pushed her suitcase along, turning back as she walked to watch the tall, striking young man with violet eyes slowly vanish into the bustling crowd.

"Will I ever meet Mr. Gilan again?"

She thought to herself.

Though Senani had given him her address and contact information before they parted, she did not truly believe that someone as important as him would really come looking for her in Forsaka.

The woman felt somewhat wistful.

After shaking her head with a self-mocking smile, she strode away.

A moment later.

Outside the train station, the delegation received an enthusiastic welcome from a large group of people.

There were twenty or thirty of them in all, men and women alike, all dark-skinned. They were formally dressed, with light-colored headscarves tied around their heads, seemingly a style unique to their culture.

At the forefront stood a burly middle-aged man wearing a green beret at an angle and camouflage military uniform.

When he saw Gilan and his party, he broke into a warm smile.

"May I ask if you are the distinguished envoy from the Bremen Empire, Mr. Gilan Iros?"

The man spoke in Doro Language.

A short-haired woman at his side repeated his words in fluent Bremen, apparently serving as his accompanying interpreter.

Gilan led the others over, gave a slight nod, and replied directly in Doro Language:

"That's right. I am."

"Hm?" The burly man froze, visibly surprised. "Mr. Gilan, you speak Doro Language?!"

"A little." Gilan smiled politely. "My pronunciation may not be standard. Please forgive me."

"Oh, no, no. Your accent is very authentic. If you hadn't told me, I