(Thanks to Yijiangnan Baijing for the capsules, Yisuo Yanyu for the update reminders, and everyone for the gifts sent out of love! Here's an extra chapter!)
Toward evening, the sun had not quite set, and an orange-red afterglow spread across the western sky. More carriages began arriving at the gates of Lucas Manor—all carrying nobles and wealthy merchants attending the banquet.
Loa changed his clothes and took a look at himself in the mirror.
He wore a dark blue formal suit, simply cut, without unnecessary patterns or ornamentation. The fabric was specially made, woven from the silk of Rank 4 magical beasts, Cave Spiders, blended with an exceptionally tough plant fiber. Light and thin, it felt almost weightless against his skin and did not restrict his movements-if he really needed to fight, he could just roll up his sleeves.
He had commissioned it from a tailor after returning from the Magical Beast Mountain Range. It had cost eighty gold coins. Expensive, yes, but worth it. The fabric was not only tough but also slightly conductive to battle-qi, which could make a big difference at a critical moment.
He fastened his belt and strapped on his sword-not his original thousand-fold refined steel sword, but an ordinary thousand-fold steel sword he had forged earlier for practice. His old companion was too badly worn, so he had put it away until he found some stariron to reforge it.
He checked everything over. Nothing missing, no problems.
Out he went.
Several carriages were already parked outside the Lucas Clan's residence. Some were lavish two-horse carriages, others plain one-horse ones. The coachmen gathered by the roadside to chat, while the horses occasionally snorted.
Wot stood on the steps outside the main entrance, glancing toward the end of the street from time to time.
Today,