Chapter 33: Altars of Vengeance
Vaerik watched the Snow Swearers being dragged away for execution in the distance, while John chattered beside him.
This guy now had a face full of admiration, his eyes bright like a puppy seeing its master, circling around Vaerik, as if wagging his tail.
John smiled particularly ingratiatingly: "Boss! If it weren't for you this time, my life would probably have been lost to these desperadoes!
You're truly my second parents! Back in the imperial capital, I knew you were definitely not an ordinary person! Now you're indeed so impressive!"
"Stop flattering me." Vaerik glanced at him, frowning, "What are you doing here?"
"Huh? I'm here to be a pioneering lord, aren't I?" John replied righteously.
Vaerik stared at him somewhat puzzled: "With your conditions, you shouldn't have been sent to the Northern Province."
John pouted, answering matter-of-factly: "I volunteered to come."
"What?" Vaerik was choked by his words, doubting if he had heard correctly.
"Anyway, I wouldn't get any benefits from my family, so I might as well run away." John shrugged, saying casually.
"Besides, you're here too. I figured following the boss would be better than being a boring younger son at home."