familiar faces

It's been 3 days since the incident, Crimson was walking back and forth with a nervous and desperate look on his face.

There had been no news of them since they last left. Of course, he didn't care about their well-being, the most important thing for him was to get his hands on the cultivation technique that could help him break through.

Suddenly, the crooked-nosed man came running inside the room with a serious expression on his face.

"Chief! We have searched everywhere but there is no sign of them."

"No, sign of them," Crimson muttered and started to ponder while stroking his chin.

"Did they fail to capture the Dragon and were killed?"

But that shouldn't be possible. All of them were full-fledged Mana Emission Realm experts, they shouldn't have been easily defeated.

They were the elites of the elites. If they perished while dealing with the Dragon then what would happen to his city?

The Dragon was bound to be nearby if the earlier fight were to be believed.

"Chief, Commander Resmon is waiting for you outside." the crooked-nosed man once more spoke.

"Let her in." Crimson nodded. He was really curious why Commander Remson wanted to meet him.

She rarely interacted with others but she was still popular among the citizens of the Destar city.

He wanted to pass the leadership to her, in case he failed to break through.

"Welcome! Commander Remson. I know if it wasn't anything serious you wouldn't definitely be here." Crimson knew about her personality if it wasn't anything important. She wouldn't have bothered to come here.

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"What are you here for again?" Harmon nervously spoke. He looked at the youth who had purchased the Apples of Vitality from their store and then at the fierce-looking middle-aged men.

The was empty as usual, the stands that were earlier filled with Apple's of Vitality were now empty.

"Father, this is the store that I mentioned before," Demian murmured in a low voice.

His father Clayman Ashwood was the patriarch of the Ashwood family.

Patriarch Ashwood wanted to personally thank the merchant who helped him in saving the eldest child's life.

"Oh, the one, that scammed your entire pocket money." Patriarch Ashwood teased his youngest son with a smile on his face.

"No! No! I wasn't scammed. I had willingly decided to pay the price. How can you call it a scam?"

"It was a fair transaction."

Demian hurriedly shook his head and denied the allegations of his father.

"I hope someone like the white robes comes again to fight me."

Dawn ignored the bickering father and son duo and focused on his thoughts and yawned.

The only way he could quickly get stronger was by fighting constantly.

"Maybe he should start a war once again..sigh"

Claymore Ashwood walked near Dawn and bowed.

"Thank you for helping us young man, the Ashwood family will forever remain indebted to you."

Clayman Ashwood's voice was filled with sincerity. Right now he was not a patriarch of one the wealthiest family of Barren wasteland but a grateful father.

Dawn was surprised by the man's behavior, he was expecting a fierce fight when the man suddenly bowed.

"There is a need to do this senior." Although Dawn liked the way the man bowed to him in reality he wanted the man to remain bowing like this.

However, you can't just let anyone know your inner thoughts.

Clayman was even more impressed by Dawn's attitude. The young in front of him how to treat others with dignity while not lowering his own position.

He had the acumen for business as well.

Clayman chatted with the young man for half an hour and in that half, he was thoroughly impressed.

After inviting Dawn for dinner, the duo left in a hurry.

Time continued to pass. It has been twenty days since Dawn last went to the Goldfire world. It was time for him to go to the Dark Wing City to take a look.

"How fast the time passes," Dawn muttered with a look of melancholy on his face.

The last twenty days had passed in the blink of an eye.

After settling everything here in the Green Heaven Trading Company. Dawn took his leave.

He had informed Harmon about his absence for some time and had also told him to communicate with the Barbarian in case of emergency.

Yes, he was leaving one Barbarian here.

Dawn once again appeared in his room back in the Dark Wing city.

The room was just like the last time when he had left. With everything in the same place that he had earlier left.

Dawn jumped on the bed and decided to rest.

Although he wasn't physically tired, he was mentally exhausted.

In the blink of an eye, one hour passed.

Suddenly, Dawn heard a solemn female voice coming through the speaker.

"Student! This is your last warning. If you are inside then please open the gate, don't force us to use extreme measures."

Dawn found the voice to be familiar as if he had heard of the voice somewhere before.

Confused, Dawn got up and walked to the gate to see who it was.

Dawn summoned a card in his hand before opening the gate, just in case things went south.

A lady with vermillion red hair was standing in front of Dawn's house with a frowning look on her face.

"I knew it from the beginning, summoners can't be trusted." Angela Blackheart thought with slight anger.

For the last few days, she had been coming to this house daily and yelling but the Damned bastard never responded.

This time she had taken permission from the authorities to enter inside if the summoner didn't respond.

She was surprised by how easily her request had been accepted.

"Looks like the situation is even more serious than she earlier thought."

While she was lost in her thoughts, the gate in front of her suddenly opened and a black-haired youth appeared in front of her.

"Senior Angela Blackheart, what are you doing here?" Dawn unconsciously muttered.