Chapter 32

After a while, she suddenly whispered: "Master, I remembered my sister."

"Sister?" Roko was a bit surprised.

"Mm." Fula's voice carried a hint of choking.

"I have a sister, her name is Vera."

"We were caught by a slave-catching team together."

"Later on the road, that slave trader separated us."

"I don't know where my sister was sold to, I don't know how she is doing now."

By the end, Fula couldn't help but let her tears fall.

This was the deepest pain and concern in her heart.

Roko gently patted her back, his mood also becoming somewhat heavy.

"Don't worry," Roko said softly.

"Once we stabilize, I will send people to help you inquire about news of your sister."

"One day, we will find her."

"Mm!" Fula nodded vigorously, her teary eyes filled with hope.

Vera, Roko silently noted this name.

Two days later.

New Moon Town, Baron Carter's stone castle.

Inside the luxurious hall, a decadent atmosphere permeated.

Baron Carter was shirtless, his fat body covered in rolls of flesh, grinning as he pressed a shivering little girl beneath him.

The girl's crying and pleading seemed to stimulate his sadistic desires even more.

Just then, the butler rushed in, stumbling, his face as pale as paper.

"Master! Master! It's bad!"

Baron Carter's mood was interrupted, an impatient expression appearing on his face as he kicked the butler away.

"What's the panic! Don't you see I'm busy?"

"Young Master Morris, Young Master Morris he..."

The butler gasped for air, his voice trembling.

"What happened to Morris?" Baron Carter's heart skipped a beat, an ominous premonition rising.

"The soldiers who escaped back said that the people Young Master Morris took are all finished!"

"Young Master was captured by that Roko!"

"What?!"

Baron Carter stood up abruptly, the fat on his face trembling violently, his eyes instantly bloodshot.

A violent rage accumulated in his chest like a volcano.

He had anticipated that Roko might resist, but he never thought the other party would be so bold as to directly annihilate the team he sent and even capture his son!

"Roko Raymond!!"

Baron Carter gritted his teeth, wishing he could immediately tear that ignorant brat into pieces.

The atmosphere in the hall was suppressed to the extreme.

But a moment later, the crazy anger in Baron Carter's eyes was forcibly suppressed.

He took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

Morris was still in the other party's hands.

Before rescuing his son, he could not act rashly.

This grudge must be avenged!

But not now.

"Did that Roko propose any conditions?" Baron Carter's voice was terrifyingly gloomy.

The butler hurriedly said: "The soldiers who escaped back said that Roko told them to bring a message, saying Young Master Morris is in his hands and asking you to go talk."

"Talk?" A flash of humiliation and ruthlessness crossed Baron Carter's eyes.

Good, very good!

Daring to threaten me, Carter!

"Prepare yourself," Baron Carter said coldly.

"I want to go meet this brat of the Raymond family myself!"

He wanted to see what kind of ability this wet-behind-the-ears kid had to be so arrogant!

The order was quickly passed down.

Soon, the square of New Moon Town was packed with people.

Five powerful Great Knights stood at the very front, behind them were more than ten stern-looking regular knights.

Further back were over three hundred Quasi-Knights and Knight Attendants who were relatively poorly equipped but still carried a fierce aura.

Finally, there were nearly a thousand ordinary soldiers holding spears and swords, who formed the main body of this force.

This was almost the entire force Baron Carter could muster.

For his son, and also for the potentially huge wealth.

The black lizard flag fluttered in the wind.

Baron Carter mounted his horse, his fat body appearing somewhat clumsy, but the greed and killing intent in his eyes were undisguised.

"Set off!"

The team, like a black tide, surged out of New Moon Town in a grand manner, rolling toward the unknown valley in the west.

At the same time, two fast horses also galloped out of the gold mine valley camp, heading in different directions.

The messengers sent by Roko were carrying his handwritten letters to visit his two uncles in the Xin Feng Province.

The territory of Baron Leo Raymond, Whispering Hills.

At this time, Baron Leo, Roko's seventh uncle, was leisurely lying on a rocking chair, enjoying the afternoon sun.

Beside him were two hot-bodied maids massaging his shoulders and legs.

He looked to be just over forty, with a handsome face and a cynical smile always hanging on the corner of his mouth.

When the butler presented Roko's letter, he took it lazily.

"Oh? A letter from that kid Roko?"

Leo raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

He opened the envelope and quickly browsed through it.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of surprise and faint anger.

"Carter? That old lizard, he's got some nerve!"

Leo sat up abruptly, waving his hand to dismiss the maids.

"Daring to touch someone from our Raymond family? And targeting a junior who just started pioneering?"

"Truly tired of living!"

He stood up and paced a few steps in the room, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"It seems our Raymond family has been silent in the Xin Feng Province for too long, making some stray dogs forget how to be in awe."

"Butler!"

"Yes, Master."

"Immediately summon all the knights! Prepare to set off!"

"Master, where are we going..."

"To back up my good nephew!"

Leo snorted.

"By the way, let some blind guys see that my Raymond family is not someone anyone can provoke!"

On the other side, the territory of Baron Ban En Raymond, Rock Territory.

Roko's twelfth uncle, Ban En, had a personality completely opposite to his seventh uncle, Leo.

He was burly, with a resolute face and a man of few words, like a true rock.

At this moment, he was on the training ground, personally instructing his knights in sparring.

Sweat soaked his training clothes, and his bronze-colored muscles shone in the sun.

The butler ran over hurriedly and handed over Roko's letter.

Ban En took the letter, did not open it immediately, but finished the last training movement before walking to the side of the field.

He read the letter carefully, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

After reading the letter, he did not fly into a rage like Leo, but a hint of imperceptible cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Carter..."

Ban En muttered the name in a low voice.

He raised his head and looked to the west.

"Assemble."

He only said one word, his voice not loud, but carrying unquestionable majesty.

The knights on the training ground immediately stopped their movements and quickly lined up.

Ban En had no extra nonsense.

"Target, western valley, support my nephew Roko."

"Yes!"

The knights responded in unison, their movements uniform.

The two Raymond Barons with vastly different personalities, after receiving their nephew's distress letter, made the same decision without prior consultation.

They did not hesitate at all, immediately summoning almost all the knight forces in their respective territories.

Personally leading the team, they galloped toward the valley where Roko was.

What they brought was not just knights, but the inviolable majesty of the Raymond family.