He basked in the cheers of over a thousand people, heard them chant his name, and enjoyed their worship and admiration as the center of attention.
It was a temptation neither mortals nor deities could resist, and something Slaanesh's power could never tire of savoring.
Earlier, Aaron had still felt a pang over surrendering ownership of part of the loot.
Under the unwritten rules, although the loot in the goblin camp had been plundered locally, the three of them were still entitled to at least thirty percent. Even accounting for the equipment they had each selected, Aaron, Asha, and Eleanor had each given up more than 1,000 Golden Lions.
That was money! Money!
Yet as he received that tremendous welcome and affection upon entering town, and felt his Sorcerer level rise, Aaron decided it had all been worth it.
For now, strength mattered most. Wealth came second.
Had he not given up such a large sum, he would never have received a welcome on this scale.
Reynard and Disma had returned to Eveningstar Town half a day ahead of them, distributed that wealth among the victims, and seized the opportunity to loudly proclaim Aaron's efforts, the trio's achievements, and the fact that the three of them had wiped out the entire enemy force.
War did not always bring wealth, but it always brought suffering. They had resolved the threat near town at almost no cost, and even returned the supplies stolen by the goblins to the victims.
For the next few years, at least, Purple Dragon Knight Aaron Salian would be Eveningstar Town's hero!
The people wanted their hero to say a few words. The baron who ruled Eveningstar Town generously gave him that opportunity, without even asking Eleanor or Asha for their opinions.
Aaron kept it brief.
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