Chapter 92

The daytime quietness of the Goudan District seemed like an illusion. The moment Andien's residence was surrounded, the shocking news quickly reached the ears of those with ulterior motives, and more and more people began to gather and watch.

The people here were accustomed to the rules of the Goudan District, but the scene before them was something that hadn't been seen for many years.

They discussed and speculated with each other.

But no one thought Andien would be in trouble.

Because he was an important subordinate of the dark master behind the scenes in this area.

This idea had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and even if the security chief died several times, it would not affect Andien's position at all.

People wanted to know who had the audacity to take action against Andien.

Durov surveyed the crowd, and many people even wore mocking smiles. He knew clearly that Andien's influence here probably exceeded his imagination. Just from the guards at his residence who dared to confront the security personnel, one could tell a lot.

"Sir, will the situation become difficult to handle?" Durov asked in a low voice to Roslin, who was standing nearby, shrouded in a gray robe.

"Don't worry, the owner here and I have some connections, and he won't make things difficult for you," Roslin said calmly, his face hidden under the robe. "What about the informant?"

"According to him, the murderer has already left with Andien, but they might return together. He remembers that it was the same last time, but this time... I think Andien will only return alone," Durov said clearly. If Andien couldn't even get information about this place, he wouldn't deserve to be called "boss" by the people here.

Roslin nodded imperceptibly and said, "I understand, but the person I want to see this time is not the murderer."

Durov asked in confusion, "Why?"

Roslin let out a light laugh and said, "In my eyes, one Andien is enough."

Durov nodded silently. Since the murderer was connected to Andien, much could be learned from Andien alone. But would he cooperate?

As the crowd burst into a clamor, everyone's gaze turned to the source of the noise. People parted to either side, and a carriage slowly drove in.

Seeing the emblem on the carriage, people naturally knew who the owner was. When the main person returned, everything became even more interesting.

Following Roslin's instructions, Durov had the security personnel step aside to welcome the carriage.

The carriage stopped, and the door slowly opened. Andien stepped out with a smile, looking around and saying with apparent indifference, "It's been a long time since I've experienced this kind of treatment. Many years ago, I was the one surrounding others, and no one could surround me."

The people on the outside burst into a loud laugh, as they knew more or less about Andien's rise to power.

"Mr. Andien, it's been a long time," Roslin said, lifting the gray robe from his head and walking to a short distance in front of Andien.

Andien recognized the person and asked with a puzzled look, "Pardon me, who are you?"

Roslin smiled and said, "Seven years ago, a night of heavy rain, in Lorsburg, Roslin."

The cryptic hints instantly made Andien squint and smile, saying, "So it's you."

Roslin nodded and said, "Hehe, shouldn't an old friend be offered a drink at this time?"

Andien glanced at his surrounded residence and said meaningfully, "My friends don't surround my house."

"Durov, have the people withdraw and wait for me back there," Roslin said, tilting his head to Durov and then turning to Andien with a smile, "I'm sorry, my subordinates overreacted a bit."

"Is that so?"

Andien just smiled and walked straight toward his residence, and the security personnel, following his instructions, made way for him.

"Sir—" Durov said softly behind Roslin, "Is this good?"

Roslin said calmly, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

With that, Durov reluctantly ordered the security personnel to prepare to withdraw, watching as Roslin gradually entered Andien's residence. He wasn't sure if Roslin would gain anything, but now he could only rely on him.

...

"Seven years without seeing you, your courage seems to have diminished," Roslin said, sipping the carefully prepared Norf tea, leaning back on the sofa in the most comfortable position, and smiling at Andien across from him.

"That's because I have more enemies now," Andien replied with a seemingly indifferent smile.

Perhaps sensing the skilled guards hidden in the room, Roslin made this comment.

"Missing out on becoming business partners back then has always been a regret for me. I just don't understand why Old Shaker refused our friendship. I think you know that Old Shaker's revenge might only be achieved with our help."

Getting to the point, Roslin's expression became serious.

"Because I'm not Old Shaker," Andien said simply.

Roslin shook his head and laughed, saying, "You are indeed a qualified subordinate."

"Likewise," Andien winked at Roslin.

Seven years ago in Lorsburg, during the meeting between Old Shaker and the Overfang, Andien was Old Shaker's only subordinate, and Roslin was the only subordinate of the High Priest.

Their positions were the same.

And they each walked their own path to glory.

After many years without seeing each other, they couldn't help but sigh.

They weren't friends, but they might have been in the past; they weren't enemies, but they might be now.

"One of my friends is dead," Roslin said suddenly and calmly.

"I know," Andien said, his hand holding the teacup not moving as he looked at him.

"He was an important person in our plan."

"I know."

"But he's dead."

"I know."

"Someone needs to pay with their life."

"I know."

Roslin fell silent for a moment, looking at Andien, who seemed to be giving perfunctory answers, and said, "Tell me where he is."

"I don't know," Andien said with a smile, lifting the teacup to his lips again.

"Why?" Roslin's voice became dark.

"He's Old Shaker's friend," Andien said calmly.

"Does Old Shaker want another enemy?"

"Old Shaker already has many enemies."

The negotiation failed, and Roslin closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa, saying, "I don't understand."

Andien put down the empty teacup and said, "Neither do I."

Roslin opened his eyes and said, "Old Shaker must know about our business. We don't want any accidents."

Andien nodded and said, "We won't interfere."

Roslin seemed satisfied and nodded, then changed the subject, saying, "If we kill Old Shaker's friend, what will you do?"

"A dead person is no longer Old Shaker's friend," Andien said with a smile.

"Very well, I should go," Roslin stood up and said.

"Would you like another cup?" Andien pointed to the teacup on the table, "You won't get such treatment back there."

Roslin shook his head and said, "I'm very busy."

With that, Roslin left the room.

The door opened again, and a servant brought a fresh pot of Norf tea to replace Andien's.

"Master, please don't invite such guests next time," the servant said after replacing the tea, not leaving but speaking softly beside Andien.

"What? Are you afraid?" Andien said with a faint smile.

The servant nodded and said, "Yes, I'm afraid he might kill you before I can act."

Andien shook his head and said, "Don't worry, he won't kill me."

The servant disagreed, saying, "It's better to be cautious. Some people kill without reason or hesitation."

Andien said, "But he has a reason, so I know he won't kill me."

"What do you think of that middle-aged man?" Andien asked, seeing the servant didn't speak.

"He's the kind of person I mentioned who kills without reason or hesitation," the servant said softly.

"Do you think highly of him?" Andien asked with interest.

"No, his strength is too weak," the servant shook his head.

Andien chuckled, lifted the freshly brewed tea, and said, "Old Shaker thinks highly of him."

...

After leaving the Goudan District, it was already close to evening. Xalan didn't rush back to the hotel. Disguised as usual, he quietly came to the Tiri District.

He was observing a person named Glaure Meston.

At this time, Meston had just returned from the military department, carrying two strings of meat and a long white bread wrapped in yellow paper. When his three children saw him at the door, they immediately rushed out with excited cries.

But what the children cared about more was not their father, but the meat and bread in his hands.

Meston's benefits in the military department were higher than those of many ordinary families, but due to the long-term support of the families of deceased comrades and the upbringing of his three children, his life had become quite tight.

The meat and bread were considered the best food for Meston's children, and on ordinary days, they ate rough bread and a thick soup mixed with minced meat and wild vegetables.

Even so, Meston, who cared deeply for his children, still saved money to spend on their diet because he cared more about their health than anyone else.

A disabled man taking care of three daughters inevitably had some lapses, but his neighbors were very kind. When Meston went to work at the military department, his neighbors often took care of his children, and sometimes even brought them fruits and snacks during meals.

Although their life was poor, the family lived quite happily.

Xalan hid in a corner opposite Meston's house, quietly watching the family enjoy their bountiful dinner. Meston's youngest daughter even carefully took a thin slice of meat and fed it to her father, causing Meston to laugh heartily.

Perhaps sensing some danger, Meston suddenly turned his head to look at the corner opposite his house.

No one.

Perhaps he was being too suspicious. Meston shook his head, and his thoughts quickly returned to his children's meal.