Chapter 621: Resting After the Calamity
"Greetings, senior," the golden-haired man said with a reverent tone. He did not shout, but his voice could be heard clearly by Aldrian despite the distance.
Aldrian simply stared at the handsome, golden-haired man with a calm expression, waiting to hear what he wanted to say.
"Allow me to introduce my humble self. I am Rozwald Avilandis, the emperor of the Martal Empire of the Orian continent. We came with no intent of hostility, so please rest assured that we have no desire to act against senior’s interests," the golden-haired man known as Rozwald said.
"First, we are not on the same side as the devils. We came here after seeing the black pillar shoot into the sky and thought to stop whatever plan the devils were attempting," he added.
"However, we truly did not expect that the devils’ plan would be so great that they could open a portal to the higher heavens and summon an immortal. If senior had not stopped that immortal, we would not know the fate of this world. So, please accept my grateful bow for saving the entire world." He then bowed his head.
The others who saw this also bowed. Not only would it have been inappropriate to let Rozwald bow alone, but they, too, felt sincere gratitude that someone had been able to face that immortal and foil the devils’ plan. Even if Aldrian had failed to prevent the destruction of their world, his strength alone was enough to earn their respect, and their bow.
After a few moments, Rozwald straightened his body and looked at the avatar again.
"Senior, if your great self does not mind, I would like to pay a visit to the continent we have long called untouchable, or in ancient times, the Barisan continent. I also wish to visit senior directly to express my gratitude."
The others gazed at Rozwald with narrowed eyes. All of them instantly realized this man’s intent. He wanted to visit the continent, yet it only directed to himself and his faction. He was trying to seize the opportunity to bring himself closer to that senior and build a connection, without involving the rest of them.
Knowing they would be left behind if they remained passive, one of them finally gathered the courage to greet Aldrian.
"Greetings, senior. This humble one is Frederick Van Ricondel. I am the king of the Valhemin Kingdom of the Orian continent. Like Emperor Rozwald, I would also like to visit your great self," said the brown-haired man.
"Greetings, senior..."