The carriage moved at neither a fast nor slow pace. Romon watched the scenery through the window while listening to Fafier continue his report.
There were indeed far fewer passersby on both sides of the street, and the place had suddenly become desolate.
"You all did well while I was away," Romon said after hearing everything.
"...But while you were gone, the Druid Guild was never mobilized." Fafier spoke resentfully. The last time he had tried to gather people, he had been flatly refused.
That was only to be expected. Romon smiled and said, "Once I get home, I'll issue an order for them to assist in defending the coastal territories."
He was already Nineteenth Level. His position as the foremost Druid was unshakable.
Of course, Romon no longer needed to announce that he had reached Nineteenth Level.
Twentieth Level stood at the pinnacle of mortal professions, while Twenty-First Level entered the Legendary Realm. That road lay right before him, within these next few years.
Once he entered the Legendary Realm, he would truly set foot upon the summit of this world.
The Ice and Snow Sage had merely failed to realize that he possessed the Shennong Horn. Otherwise, how could a Legendary Realm expert have died so easily?
"By the way, while I was away, did anyone take the opportunity to act against Tatshaw Territory?" The thought of the Ice and Snow Kingdom's designs against him darkened Romon's face.
What a fly that simply would not shake off. After all this time, it was still biting down and refusing to let go. Once I have the time, I'll certainly pay this queen a visit and see what exactly she wants from me.
With that thought, Romon's mood worsened further.
"Mother, what do you think Father is doing right now?"