At the castle gate.

Solon Linton stood calmly just outside the castle gate. The hem of his robe wasn’t even dirty, as if he hadn’t just returned from a major battle.

Not far behind him, the War Treant remained half-crouched, its body bearing some scorched black marks.

Loren, holding the little one’s hand, was the first to step out of the gate. Behind him followed three extremely well-behaved female disciples of the Nature Sect.

Solon Linton looked kindly at his juniors, a smile touching the corners of his eyes.

It seems you all got along quite harmoniously…

Loren, holding the little one’s hand, walked up to Solon Linton.

The three female disciples of the Nature Sect behind him also silently returned to stand behind Solon Linton.

“Grand Druid Solon,” Loren nodded.

“We are leaving, young man,” Solon Linton said, looking at Loren.

“Before we depart, is there any help you require?”

Hearing the other’s words, Loren fell silent for a moment, then tactfully declined:

“Nature will guide me.”

Actually, I have no idea what help a proper Druid would need!

All I have are those pitiful doctrines!!!

Afraid of accidentally exposing himself, Loren pretended he lacked nothing and refused.

Across from him, after hearing Loren’s words, Solon Linton’s gaze held an even deeper appreciation.

What an excellent junior… it’s just a pity he’s from the Radicals…

Then, Solon Linton looked at Ayla Morningstar, who was still holding Loren’s hand, and said very kindly:

“Little Ayla, it’s time for us to go…”

Hearing this, Ayla Morningstar silently let go of Loren’s large hand, walked to Solon’s side, and said with teary eyes:

“Big Brother, I’m leaving. You have to take good care of yourself! I won’t be by your side anymore, don’t be so reckless. In the future, if you get hurt, no one will be there to heal you…”

“And, I’ll listen to your words and be happy every day!”

“And! Remember to come find me!!”

“Oh, right! In the future, if you meet my unreliable father, remember to give him a good beating for me! But don’t kill him, I still need to lock him in the basement later…”

Listening to the little one’s words, Loren initially felt inexplicably somewhat sad, until he heard the last sentence…

“Well, I’ll go easy on him,” Loren replied with a strange expression.

I swear, the little one wasn’t corrupted by me…

Hmm… it must be the forum’s fault!!

I always said human children shouldn’t be exposed to the Interstellar Hunter Forum too early, but Raven just wouldn’t listen!!

Right! I can’t laugh! Must hold it in! Loren, you can do this!

The Nature Sect people are still here, maintaining the persona is very important…

As for Ayla Morningstar’s terrifying statement about locking her father in the basement, Solon Linton also simply pretended not to hear.

Thinking of sending my adorable disciple back to The Abyss… that Marcus, in his role as a father, really deserves to be locked in a basement…

After Ayla Morningstar finished saying goodbye to Loren, Solon Linton led his four disciples onto the rough, large hand of the War Treant.

Before the massive War Treant stood up to leave, Solon Linton stood on its large hand, gazing intently at Loren, who stood alone before the castle gate.

“May Nature guide you, young man,” Solon Linton blessed him.

“I hope that when we meet again, you will already be a Legendary Grand Druid.”

Loren, standing before the castle gate, smiled slightly, crossed his hands, bent at the waist, and gave a light bow, performing a perfectly standard junior’s salute of the Nature Sect.

“Grand Druid Solon, may Nature bless all who proceed with sincerity,” Loren’s calm voice rang out.

Seeing this, Solon Linton also silently placed his left hand on his chest, bent slightly at the waist, and returned an equally impeccably standard salute.

Loren and Solon Linton straightened up simultaneously, smiling as they looked at each other.

“What an easily fooled Grand Druid…”

“What a brilliant junior, this is the future of our Nature Sect…”

The War Treant’s massive body stood up and flew straight into the vast, boundless starry sky.

From high in the air, the little one’s faint shout could be heard:

“Big Brother… I… will… miss you…”

Loren smiled calmly, looking up at the War Treant, which had already become a small black dot in the high sky, remaining silent.

“Master, you are alone once more.”

Raven’s figure appeared on Loren’s shoulder at just the right moment.

“I still have you, Raven.”

After saying this flatly, Loren calmly turned and walked towards the depths of the castle behind him.

“But I am just a bird.”

“That’s already good enough…”

Hearing this, Raven fell into a rare silence.

“Master, at the moment you awakened your Psychic Ability, why did you shape me into the form of a raven?”

Loren’s footsteps paused.

“In some ancient records, you initially represented auspiciousness and good fortune.”

“Later, as time passed, you came to represent inauspiciousness and Misfortune.”

After hearing Loren’s explanation, Raven quietly nestled its small head against Loren’s neck.

“Silly master, what I meant was, your subconscious at the time should have shaped me into a human instead…”

“Perhaps it’s because I subconsciously dislike humans…” Loren answered quite humorously.

“Then you’re quite perverted, Master.”

“And do you like my perversion, Raven?” Loren asked softly.

“I like it quite a lot…”

Raven’s head, nestled against Loren’s neck, gave a gentle nudge…

Perhaps sensing Loren’s low spirits, Raven deliberately chatted with him in a desultory manner, trying to distract Loren in its own way.

Man and raven chatted warmly like this all the way back to the third-floor corridor of the castle.

Even for Loren and Raven, who spent every day together, such warm scenes were rare…

The only pity was that this harmonious scene of “master’s kindness and raven’s filial piety” did not last long.

A rather mood-killing salted fish appeared, interrupting this harmonious moment.

Retab Collin was waiting for Loren specifically in the third-floor corridor.

Loren looked at the other with disdain. “Something you need, Salted Fish Chief?”

“Hey hey hey! Show some respect for your senior, alright! You’re still in my Association for now! Learn to give the Chief a little respect!! You bastard!”

Retab Collin protested with great indignation.

“State your business. Very busy. Unlike you,” Loren said flatly.

Then, Retab Collin, who had engraved the salted fish instinct into his very soul, gave up the fight over his title with remarkable ease…

Arguing about these things is too tiring, forget it, let him call me that…

Anyway, many people in the Association call me that behind my back too…

Retab Collin sighed as if resigned to his fate, then remembered the purpose of his visit and turned to the main matter:

“My dear, esteemed, God’s Favored One of the Nature Sect! Would you like to take on a special Commission?”

Hearing this, Loren’s expression froze for a moment. Does he know I lack Spirit Stones? Is “Fortune” exerting its power again?

“How much is the reward?”

“A deposit of 5 million Spirit Stones, and a final payment of 5 million Spirit Stones,” Retab Collin replied with an air of great generosity.

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