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Chapter 922

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The door was pushed open by Butler Mace. The butler turned sideways, and a figure entered through the door. Silver-haired and red-eyed, who else could it be but Allen? He wore a close-fitting plain white battle uniform and a set of dark red light armor. The styles of the armor were all commonly used by the martial artists of the empire, and there was nothing special about them. This was just a cover-up. In fact, the real protection was the Eternal Guardian that Allen wore.

Gojoseon was kept in an unremarkable dark scabbard. Just by looking at the scabbard, he could only think of it as an ordinary saber. Because the scabbard was really simple and crude, there were only a few golden threads wrapped around it as decoration. Gojoseon was carried diagonally behind Allen, as quiet as an ordinary thing.

Orlando unconsciously narrowed his eyes. Just now, he had used his family's secret technique to take a look at Allen's strength. Unexpectedly, when the detection eye technique was activated, Orlando could not see Allen clearly. He only saw a ball of red and golden flames suddenly light up, causing his eyes to hurt. He hurriedly lowered his head to hide the tears that involuntarily flowed out of his eyes.

Thus, he did not see that Jorah wanted to get up, but after hesitating for a moment, she still sat back down. After two breaths of time, she stood up and looked at Allen. She originally had a lot to say to him. However, when the words came to his mouth, they turned into a flat greeting, "You're back?"

"I just arrived. The clan has delayed me longer than I expected. Otherwise, I would have come back long ago. " Allen nodded and looked at the Son of the Iron Spear. "Mr. Orlando, I can agree to your conditions on behalf of Miss Jorah. Give me three days and I will evacuate everyone in Ark Harbor. What do you think? "

"That's great. Could it be that Sir Allen is so understanding?" Orlando raised his head, revealing a pair of red eyes.

Seeing Allen and Jorah's strange expressions, Orlando pointed at himself and said, "You probably wouldn't believe me if I said that I was moved by Sir Allen's magnanimity." He laughed and said to Jorah, "I won't disturb you and Sir Allen. I still want to visit some people in the city. I'll take my leave first."

He left gracefully.

Allen pursed his lips and smiled. "This Marquis of Iron Spear's son is interesting."

Jorah sighed, "You didn't have to agree to that condition. I could always get Hoey to change to another one."

Mace looked at the two of them and left, closing the door for them.

Allen shook his head and said, "It's not a big loss for me to agree to his condition, but if you insist, I think Hoey will change to another condition. However, there is a thorn between you and the leader of the iron spear. After a long time, both sides will be unhappy." His spear wants a clean Ark Harbor, so I'll give it to him. Besides, I promised Earl Oban that I wouldn't make things difficult for you because of such a thing. "

Ruo La's lips parted slightly, wanting to say something but hesitating. The study room was instantly filled with the sound of a pin drop.

A moment later, Jorah began to speak and said, "What exactly did you do when you went back to the clan? Why did you delay it for so long? You even said that you would be back in less than three months. It's been almost half a year."

"This is called being unable to help yourself." Allen looked out of the window and sighed, "I just happened to encounter something and was delayed. Let's not talk about this anymore. Have you decided on a wedding date with Mr. Orlando? "

Jorah nodded. "A month later, I asked him to give me a month to deal with and transition the affairs of Ark Harbor."

"I see." Allen smiled and said, "In a month's time, I'll personally send you to the Iron Spear Collar. That's what I promised Earl Oban."

"Let's go first. I promised Mr. Orlando to withdraw." Allen blinked.

Ruo La subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to pull him back. However, just as he raised his hand, he put it down again. Allen had already left with a smile. Jorah stared blankly at the deep corridor outside the door and reached out to support her face. "As long as you say it, I can give up on this Ark Harbor. Even if I have to bear the infamy, I'm not afraid. But you … are you in such a hurry to send me out … "

His vision was blurry, and a few drops of water dripped down from the shiny table.

Allen walked through the hall and out of the castle in one breath. His expression was solemn, and he was not as relaxed as he had been in the study just now. It wasn't until he left the castle that he exhaled and his expression eased up that he was facing the sunlight. Just as he was about to leave, someone said from behind, "Sir Allen is in such a hurry to leave. I know Miss Jorah should have a lot to say to you."

Turning around, he saw Orlando waving his hand and smiling. Allen narrowed his eyes. He strode away, and the sound of killing rang out as he landed. Gojoseon trembled slightly, and waves of faintly discernible saber qi surged out. Orlando's face instantly turned pale and he smiled bitterly, "How did I provoke my lord? Sir Allen, quickly put away your murderous aura, or I'll call for help."

Allen stopped, shook his head and laughed, but put away his killing intent and saber Qi as Orlando had said. "Alright, Mr. Orlando, you don't have to act anymore," he said indifferently. "If this little bit of energy could scare you out of your courage, I think Marquis Hoey would have given you a few more brothers a long time ago."

Orlando wanted to speak, but he was interrupted by Allen, "You don't have to test me anymore. That's right, Miss Jorah looks at me differently. I know that, but I promised Earl Oban that I would send Miss Jorah to the Iron Spear Collar in one piece. I have never reneged on a promise I have made. I'll deliver it for you, and from now on, I won't have any more contact with Miss Jorah. If you can't get her heart like this, it's just your incompetence. "

"But let's put it bluntly first. If Miss Jorah suffers any grievances from your iron spear, I will personally visit Huo Jue to learn from his iron spear skills." The corners of Allen's mouth curled up. "That's it, Mr. Orlando. I hope you have a beautiful memory at Ark Harbor."

He turned around and left.

Orlando smiled as he watched Allen get into a carriage. At this time, the old butler brought a few people out of the castle, but they were the retainers who followed Allen here. The first to emerge was a woman with a wild temperament. She was dressed in light armor and dragged a dark heavy sword. Her movements were filled with explosive power, causing Orlando's eyelids to twitch. Then another man appeared. He had black hair and black clothes, and his aura was obscure and unfathomable. As he moved, his clothes fluttered like a surging black flame.

Another character that wasn't simple.

When the last figure appeared in the sunlight, Orlando's heart skipped a beat. That was simply a giant!

He was nearly three meters tall, and his entire body, including his head, was covered in a set of pitch-black heavy armor. The heavy armor was covered in sharp spikes, and the relief of a vicious beast on its chest made the armor look even more ferocious. The giant carried a dark red battle axe, and the edge of the axe was so red that it looked like it was dripping blood. He seemed to sense Orlando's gaze and turned his head to look, causing a pair of golden vertical pupils to light up in his helmet. Orlando's scalp suddenly exploded, as if he had been stared at by an ancient beast, and his blood almost coagulated.

He forced himself to remain calm and waved his hand with a smile, but he muttered, "Damn it, Level 26! Earl's combat strength! The first two were also around Level 23, and they were all viscounts. Were these really retainers? Where on earth did this Sir Allen recruit such a tyrannical fellow from … "

The sudden eruption of Hubble's aura caused all the horses in the plaza to cry out in alarm, and a few of the grooms almost fell to the ground. Allen opened the curtains and shook his head helplessly at Hubble. The latter spat out two strands of turbid air from his helmet and put away the machine. Only then did the horse calm down again. Allen looked at Orlando again and smiled before putting down the curtains. The carriage drove out of White Castle. Belmore and Lola rode on one each. Hubble's body was too large for the warhorse to bear. He simply took large strides, but he was not much slower than the horse.

After the convoy left White Castle, Orlando patted his chest exaggeratedly and said, "With this kind of strength, it's not bragging to dare to challenge the old man. Jorah actually has such a backing. Looks like even if she's an ugly monster, I won't be able to escape. Fortunately, he looks good. He won't lose out. "

The convoy arrived at a manor under the name of the Church.

Allen and Hubble's three followers went straight to the hall. Lucy and Vera were chatting in the hall, and the two girls could always smile knowingly. Father Miro and Adele, on the other hand, bragged about the great achievements of the Church in the past six months. The latter kept digging his ears, and it could be seen that the Morsons' young lady was not interested.

When the door closed, Hubble took off his helmet and muttered, "Didn't you say that you didn't need to hide when you came to this planet?"

"After all, this is someone else's territory. It's always right to be careful. When you get back to my own territory, I won't stop you if you want to go naked on the street. "Allen untied Gojoseon, and Belmond took it for him and put it aside.

Hubble rolled his eyes and said, "Then what's the difference between me and a wild beast?"

Lucy smiled faintly, "I thought Miss Jorah would pull you over to chat at night. After all, we haven't met for a long time. Why did you come back so soon?"

"She wanted to hold me back, but I didn't give her the chance." Allen walked over and pinched her little face. "Besides, if I really talk to her until night, someone won't be able to sit still."

"Would I be so impatient?" Lucy asked with a smile.

Allen let go of her and looked at Vera. "I've already agreed with Jorah that all of us will withdraw from Ark Harbor within three days, including you and Father Miro. After all, Ark Harbor is not our own territory. The power of the Church is still rooted in our own land. Only then will this tree grow strong. "

"We have no problem, but what about Miss Jorah?" Vera sighed softly. "Will she be sad?"

"Probably, but it's better to settle the matter between me and her as soon as possible. Besides, I still have to make a gesture for the son of the Marquis of Iron Spear this time. I have to cut the Gordian knot." Allen exhaled, "That's good. At least, Jorah won't fall behind. Next month, I'll personally send her to the Iron Spear Collar. That'll be enough to repay Ou Ban. "

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