Dear Broom Knight

Dorn, standing outside the Storm Church and openly eavesdropping, felt a bit tormented.

What was that inexplicable young master from next door trying to do?

He really didn't have anything good in his pockets; there was no value in making him a target for some纨绔子弟 to seize by force.

Dorn retreated slightly, approaching Evelyn Costa, who was subtly disguised in the alley: "That young master next door, do you know which family he's from?"

"The Hamiltons.

You don't recognize him?" Evelyn Costa asked in surprise, "He just returned from the capital."

"There are hundreds of court mages!

Besides Archmage Arslaan, who is a household name, I can't even recognize the faces of more than five.

" Dorn couldn't help but laugh, "People like that don't go out through the main gate anyway."

Then, as if remembering something, he sighed softly: "Court mages, before they can fly, won't go out on their own."

Although Evelyn Costa often took on some noble tasks, to put it bluntly, practically no major nobles would seek out true independent adventurers like them.

Even if they didn't raise their own adventure team to handle behind-the-scenes affairs, these great nobles would have large adventure teams they cooperated with year-round.

Large adventure teams were indeed tough and had integrity, but at least they wouldn't easily abandon righteousness for profit.

After all, even a large one-time profit would rarely exceed the long-term interests of the adventure team.

If it really did, then it should only be the fault of the person who entrusted such matters to adventurers.

Therefore, if any independent adventurer knew the nobles, especially those from the royal capital, like the back of their hand, there was bound to be something wrong.

Evelyn Costa didn't even know as many ordinary court mages as Dorn… only this young master Almes, who had just flown back from outside and swaggered into Hamilton Castle.

Of course, they all had a deep impression of existences like Archmage Arslaan.

After all, this big shot often searched in the wilderness.

Any slightly intelligent large adventurer would buy a copy of information related to him… what adventurers feared most in the wilderness wasn't greed, but misplacing greed.

It just so happened that large-scale 'mass assassinations' were most likely to occur in places where this archmage frequently appeared.

Those were ruins.

Every country had existences like Arslaan, and independent adventurers mainly remembered them.

No one was willing to spend such high intelligence fees on mages like Almes who hadn't reached the peak yet… any news from the Northern Court was relatively expensive, unlike the Icefield Royal Palace next door, where you could buy almost anything with money.

Of course, after Ezra became the Earl of Hamilton, Almes's information definitely became a hot commodity.

But for exploration adventurers like Evelyn Costa, the only reason she recognized Almes's face was: she had seen him in person.

Realizing this, Dorn blinked slightly: "Have you been to the castle lately?"

Evelyn Costa nodded: "Earl Hamilton couldn't possibly be unaware of Glenn Sack's matter.

I definitely had to pay attention to the movements there."

Even if this Earl had always appeared friendly, independent adventurers who had been through the wringer for a long time would never trust him as much as they trusted Leon… nobles were best at association.

After all, the merit and benefits that one or two cultists could bring them were definitely not as great as a whole nest.

Framing good people for merit happened all the time.

But the Hamiltons were acting too relaxed… they were even happily redecorating the castle!

Evelyn Costa was so frightened by this bizarre reaction that she hadn't slept for two days and two nights.

The only achievement was remembering the faces of the Earl's family and those around them clearly.

Dorn tilted his head: "The way royal family members think is a little different from ordinary nobles.

Like Leon from before.

Only the royal family could raise someone with his style.

But only adventurers can understand his behavior patterns; it's difficult for nobles to speculate with any result."

"So, are there so many opponents?" Evelyn Costa asked curiously.

"That can't be considered opponents; it's just giving him a little stumbling block to see what he's made of," Dorn smiled slightly, "He's not like His Majesty the King, who has a white dragon to prove everything, right?"

Evelyn Costa shook her head slightly… Dorn's way of judging Leon's return journey had a very capital city style.

This was also the main reason why the nobles dared to muddle through… the general public firmly believed the reason that had been spread: because they hadn't received formal noble system training and witnessing, the nobles and the army were too unfamiliar with Leon, the future king, so, under the witness of His Majesty the King, everyone used their own tricks to deepen their understanding of each other.

This was a necessary path to inherit the throne, an inevitable test… although it was a bit absurd, it was very much in line with the psychology of ordinary people.

His Majesty Travis allowed such rumors to appear for a reason… as long as he succeeded, Leon would naturally directly gain the trust and support of the people.

Any dissatisfaction with his succession or even rumors would only be met with public condemnation: that's what we saw with our own eyes, what right do you have to say such a thing?

Therefore, even if Leon had to stop at the palace ten kilometers away from the royal capital because of his foolish mother and younger brother, everyone was still enthusiastic and didn't find it strange at all.

The last hurdle was family affection… it seemed to fit the breakthrough journey of a king.

Evelyn Costa looked at Dorn, who was mysteriously discussing whether Leon's return journey was related to the maternal family of certain princes, and completely gave up her suspicion of him.

What this guy knew were things that seemed to be secrets, but could be discovered.

If Dorn acted like he only knew about the so-called 'test,' that would definitely be abnormal.

And with his usual personality, he couldn't hide any secrets.

Evelyn Costa had to completely let go of the doubts in her heart… they weren't future companions, so having an acceptable answer was enough; there was no need to desperately get to the bottom of things with a passerby.

Or rather, if there really was something wrong with someone who even she, who was so cautious, hadn't noticed, then she'd better really not know anything.

Dorn looked bewildered: "So, why would the young master of the Hamilton family be targeting me?"

"Perhaps it's because you're more interesting…" Evelyn Costa recalled Dorn's performance that day and replied hesitantly, "He probably hasn't met someone as, um, honest as you in his life."

Dorn pondered for a moment and decided not to invite trouble for himself, so he simply skipped over certain hesitant words: "That's good.

It saves me from having to wonder if I brought back some terrible specialty from the Great Ice Mountain."

A specialty that could be exchanged for resources was a pleasant surprise.

A specialty that could attract the attention of a great noble, or even the young master of a lord's family, was terrifying.

He still wanted to live a good life!

"Hey ~" Evelyn Costa laughed heartily, "You usually don't even go near the Ice Dog Lair, what good stuff could you get!"

Dorn nodded and smiled contentedly: "Living is the most important thing."

Such products of tens of thousands of years of ice and storms on the Great Ice Mountain, even if precious treasures were born, would inevitably be in places with the most concentrated magical aura… Ice Dog Lairs were usually locations personally selected by the Ice Dog King.

To find good things, one had to directly confront that group of Ice Dogs.

The purpose of the Northern King was naturally achieved.

Or rather, the reason why the Lord of Frost accepted certain restrictions on this Great Ice Mountain was also because there was an endless stream of adventurers who could help him train his troops.

Deep within the Ice Dog Lair, there was bound to be a cultist stronghold.

Otherwise, even with the Ice Dog King's orders, Ice Dogs weren't the type to obediently listen.

Even knowing that going out would cost them their heads, there would be dogs who wanted to try how it would happen.

Evelyn Costa had known Dorn for so many years and had done some resource exchanges with him on the Great Ice Mountain, and she was very clear about his route, all near the key attention area of the Qingfeng Territory Lord… the kind of place that had both eyes in the sky and formations under control.

If he encountered an enemy he couldn't fight or escape from, Dorn only needed to run towards the formation.

After all, he was a mage, and on the premise of being very careful not to let his mana bar empty, what could force him into a desperate situation would only be people.

And those 'heretical experts' who didn't care about the Qingfeng Territory Lord's views and didn't feel they needed to trade with Qingfeng Territory had long disappeared in repeated 'cleansing wars'.

Even cultists on the Great Ice Mountain would pay a little attention to their image.

Lowry Montes really liked to use the greed of villains to deal with some troubles he felt.

Even the White Dragon wasn't as immoral as him, striking with a God-war level disaster.

Therefore, as long as they still wanted to make a living on the Great Ice Mountain, everyone would try to avoid becoming a 'trouble' in the eyes of the Qingfeng Territory Lord.

But also for this reason, more and more high-level adventurers dared to venture into the Ice Dog Lair in the past two years.

Therefore, Evelyn Costa quite admired Dorn, who could still stick to his steady route.

Although this guy was a bit unreliable, he was really thorough in protecting himself… even if someone wanted to frame him, it would be a bit difficult.