Chapter 1431: For What Purpose

He had honored the agreement and not troubled Sheffield Benedict, letting the seventh bring him back.

The seventh's wings, nearly reaching a length of three meters, spiraled in the sky until Sheffield Benedict crossed the border line, and then it turned to leave.

Sheffield Benedict looked back in the direction where the seventh had departed.

In the distance, a light was shining; that was the direction of its home.

"Did they give you any trouble?" Frederick Shaw asked.

Sheffield Benedict shook his head, his expression gentle yet aloof, "No."

Frederick Shaw let out a sigh of relief, "That's good."

If something had actually happened to Sheffield Benedict, he would have had a difficult time explaining to the royal family.

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Wanderers' camp.

Compared to that of the Empire, the wanderers' camp could only be described in two words.

Primitive.

The cracked earth was desolate, overgrown with weeds.

As if untouched by humans for a hundred years.