I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

At most, it seems a bit unbelievable.

"I never expected His Majesty to be considering marriage. In that case, I would like to offer my sincere blessings to the two of you in advance."

"Okay, I'll take it."

Du Wei smiled calmly and replied.

Anyway, the marriage with Morgan was settled, and at this point he basically had a real feeling about it.

"That being said, as Britain's librarian, I, Gloucester, can provide Habercat with plenty of inspiration. Making wedding dresses and having afternoon tea together don't conflict at all!"

"It seems that's indeed the case...?"

Morrigan revealed a cunning smile.

She didn't intend to force him to stay, but that didn't mean she couldn't use other means to keep him.

The shrewdness of a businessman is on full display at this moment.

"No, Habert Roth needs to be with me. Besides, I was the one who started afternoon tea. Shouldn't we at least get to the proper order of things?"

Morgan then spoke out and expressed his opinion.

How can we get Morian to contact Habertrot?

She was well aware of Morian's despicable nature.

If she were to talk to Habertrot, she might corrupt Habertrot.

Therefore, it is not allowed.

"Hehe. Your Majesty, actually I don't mind the three of us having afternoon tea. I think it would be quite interesting."

There was no real joy in Morrigan's smile.

You could vaguely see the veins on her forehead bulging slightly, and a hint of anger hidden deep in her eyes.

Morgan's sharp gaze met hers without flinching.

The two people's auras clashed.

They all shared the same idea.

How could I possibly lose to the woman in front of me?!

"I suddenly feel like Morgan and Morian are in danger... How about I go make your wedding attire first, Du Wei...?"

"No rush, I think we can take it slow."

"What's the rush! You're so mean! Do you want to watch me, Habercat, suffer terribly?!"

"Hahahaha!"

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Precious time slipped away like a small theater performance.

Ultimately, Habert Roth decided to continue making Morgan's wedding dress and allowed Mollyanne to offer her opinions.

Having afternoon tea during this time is not a problem.

Morgan and Morrigan reluctantly accepted the proposal.

They were worried about either of them getting along with Habertrot, and mutual surveillance would solve this problem.

After finishing their business, Du Wei and Mollyanne spoke again.

"Du Wei, you are the most outstanding warrior I have ever seen. Do you still have the intention to cleanse me of this calamity? Of course, I will pay the appropriate reward!"

"There's no need to worry about that. If it's necessary for me to take action, I will certainly lend a hand, as a way of thanking Lentinion for its assistance over the past century. I'd like to discuss other matters this time."

Du Wei's expression became much more serious as he spoke.

Molly noticed the change.

Currently, only Du Wei and she are in the room; everyone else is in other rooms of the lord's mansion.

“What I did for Lentinion wasn’t charity; it was a well-timed and profitable investment. Now, the serious business you want to discuss with me, 27, isn’t it more complicated than that?”

Mollyanne's expression became much more serious.

As she said, it was indeed not simple, but what Du Wei needed her to do was quite easy.

“I need to prove that I have been in Gloucester. If it is proof issued as a lord, then no one will question it.”

Du Wei said this to Molly.

These incomprehensible words made her think for a moment.

Du Wei did not reveal his specific thoughts in his words, but they gave off an unusual feeling.

I'm afraid she can't delve into this matter.

However, there are still some things I need to ask Du Wei to clarify.

"Then? It seems you're going to do something extraordinary. Before I agree, there's something I need to ask you, something I absolutely must ask."

"Duvie, will your actions threaten Gloucester?"

Molly's eyes were sharp as blades.

As the lord, this was the only thing she had to ask, and she also had to protect her territory.

Even though he and Du Wei were old friends.

We must also find out the truth about this matter.

"No. What I did will not threaten Gloucester. I acted to make the Fairy Kingdom a better place."

"For the Fairy Kingdom...?"

Jasmine blinked her pale purple eyes.

The fairy's eyes can see the colors on Du Wei's body.

What she saw was still the same unchanging radiance.

In other words, Du Wei did not deceive himself.

“I, Morian, the lord of Gloucester, hereby promise that if anyone else inquires, I will testify that you have remained in Gloucester. Is that sufficient?”

"Thank you, thank you for your help."

"No need to thank me. I'm only doing this for His Majesty and Habe-miao's sake. After all, you're one of the few people I can really get along with."

Molly sighed helplessly.

Although her personality is described as awful by others, her true nature is not that bad or terrible.

Otherwise, Du Wei wouldn't have become friends with her.

Everything is now ready.

Not long after, Du Wei turned and walked out of the lord's manor, clearly intending to go outside the city.

What she did didn't matter to Morrigan.

In general, the less you know, the better for you.

"It's time to collect the debt..."

Duve stood atop the walls of Gloucester.

His figure was ethereal, like a fleeting phantom, as he pulled the Dominion Sword from the drive.

Thick fog clung to the sword.

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[A flock of ill-fated creatures dances in the air, a scene from a fantasy...]

Du Wei used the power of the Smoke Sword and the Wolf Smoke.

Its ability to transform into smoke is necessary for ease of movement.

They did not choose to transform into a weapon.

Instead, it transformed into wispy clouds and drifted towards the outskirts of Gloucester, its destination unknown.

All one could sense was the murderous intent lurking within the fog.

A sense of foreboding and disgust arises the moment I look at it.

......

...

Since Woodworth stepped down, the Fang Clan had been unable to elect a clan leader for a long time.

It has only recently been implemented.

In terms of both vision and ability, this man is no match for Woodworth.

Woodworth no longer pursued fame, fortune, or power; devoted to serving the Queen, he disdained any such pursuits.