Chapter 502

“What’s not allowed? Even if it’s Eagle City, I’ll accompany you on a tour!”

“And if two laps aren’t enough, five or six are no problem!”

“We’re serious, Gervas!” Mil and the others exclaimed in shock, quickly reiterating.

“I’m serious too—but when the time comes, you’ll have to treat me to a proper meal. Touring Wolf City for a few laps will surely take a lot of energy!” Gervas replied with a smile.

“No problem, Gervas! Whatever you want to eat, you can have it—and we’ll eat it at the Jade Manor, the most luxurious estate in eastern Wolf City!”

That’s right! We’ll all chip in—even demon beast meat is fine, Gervas!!

Mil and the others immediately broke into broad smiles, clearly not stingy at all.

After all, compared to the chance to make a grand, memorable show in Wolf City, a few gold coins meant nothing.

“Alright! But before we return to the Southern Region, let’s make a detour to the Eastern Region—I haven’t visited my father’s domain since becoming lord!”

“This trip back from the Capital is the perfect chance to go home!”

“No problem, Gervas! We’re in no rush—everything’s up to you!”

Mil and the others clearly had no objections.

Gervas had specifically returned to the Gail Baron’s domain not to show off.

But the opportunity was rare, and he might as well pay a visit to Old Man Andrew.

After all, he had taken over the body of the man’s son; if he could do anything to make up for it, he should.

And Andrew had been quite decent.

Upon learning he had become lord, Andrew had sent supplies all the way from afar to Stormhold.

Though those supplies were of little real use to him.

But Andrew was merely a low-ranking baron—his ability to muster such wealth proved he was still a worthy father.

For the remainder of the journey, Gervas and his party moved at a leisurely pace, taking over a week to travel.

As they crossed a broad river, Saint Peter City came clearly into view.

Seeing Saint Peter City immediately stirred Gervas’s memories.

He recalled how, back then, though he had possessed the soul of a transmigrator, his status as a second son and frail physique had left him gazing enviously at the sons of great families or noble heirs.

Had the system not awakened, and had he not gotten his chance at the right moment, he might still be struggling desperately just to survive.

“I wonder how Mayor Poli is doing now? Does his wife still frequently visit Count Cato’s manor?”

As he thought this, the party arrived on the road outside Saint Peter City.

It was morning; the city gates had just opened, and a large number of serfs and commoners were lining up to enter.

Upon seeing Gervas’s party pass by the gates, all the commoners scrambled to the sides of the road and knelt with their heads bowed.

The Saint Peter City guards were also startled.

Especially upon seeing the two hundred light cavalry and over five hundred elite guards—all fully armed—they turned pale with fear.

Had it not been for the golden griffin banner in the party, and the current peace and stability of the kingdom, they might have shut the gates immediately.

After all, such an elite force was more than enough to storm their city of over two hundred thousand people.

Fortunately, the party had no intention of entering the city and continued straight south along the road.

“Do you know which family that force belongs to? Those light cavalry and guards are all fully armed—clearly elite troops!”

“No idea, but this isn’t some ordinary baron’s retinue—it must be an old noble family!”

“I agree. Only those ancient baronial houses have such depth—sometimes their strength rivals even ordinary marquis domains…”

Gervas naturally couldn’t hear the guards’ whispers.

Nor did the guards realize that the “ancient baron” they were discussing had, barely half a year ago, been framed as a scapegoat because he couldn’t afford to bribe them.

Of course, that scapegoat had since reclaimed every last copper from them—with interest.

“My lord! We’ve reached the Gail Domain!”

In the afternoon, ahead, Mikgen shouted excitedly.

He couldn’t help but be excited.

The five of them—former knight attendants—had all come from the Gail Baron’s domain.

Now, they were full knights, even titled knights.

This was unquestionably a triumphant homecoming.

He recalled the smugness or pitying glances from their former companions when they left.

Now, they most urgently wanted to show those bastards what they’d become.

Who dares say now that following Lord Gervas meant suffering and hardship?

“Good! Keep moving!”

Gervas felt little excitement, but he did harbor a quiet anticipation.

After all, it was the place where he had lived for so long after his transmigration.

As Gervas’s party advanced deeper into the Gail Domain, the outlines of Gail Baron’s Castle and Spring Day Town appeared ahead.

Far off, a guard unit raced toward them from the direction of the town.

“Honorable sir, we are honored by your arrival in the Gail Baron’s domain. I am Pik, captain of Baron Andrew’s guard unit!”

“May I ask which noble family you represent, and what business brings you to the Gail Domain?”

As the guard unit drew near, their captain respectfully inquired of Mikgen and the others.

Gervas, positioned in the middle of the column, was naturally unseen.

Moreover, they clearly didn’t recognize Mikgen or the others.

They assumed Gervas’s party were passing nobles.

And with such a large force of cavalry and guards, as a patrol unit, they had to clarify the situation.

Mikgen’s grin stretched ear to ear.

He recognized the guard captain well—they’d crossed paths countless times.

But he had no intention of revealing his identity immediately; instead, he teased: “Guard, our baron comes from the Capital! We’re passing through Spring Day Town and plan to spend the night there—surely you have no objections?”

“Or would you prefer to consult your baron?”

“This…” The guard froze, inwardly cursing his luck.

These high nobles were always arrogant; minor lords hated them most.

Especially this force, packed with so many soldiers.

Letting them stay in Spring Day Town could bring endless trouble if they caused trouble.

But he dared not refuse outright, so he spoke cautiously: “Honorable sir, we cannot decide this ourselves—may I return to the castle to report to Baron Andrew first?”

“Hmm, fine. Go quickly!”

“Yes, honorable sir!” The guard captain bowed and hurried toward the castle.

Only then did Mikgen saunter back to the rear of the column, grinning. “My lord, that Luk didn’t recognize me—I just had a little fun!”

He then recounted what he’d done.

Gervas glared at Mikgen. “You bastard! Pray my father doesn’t get angry—if he does, I won’t save you!”