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Chapter 64: I’m a Respectable Person, No Tattoos

This was the Bante Republic, a country that had become a thing of the past. Now, there were only countless souls and seemingly never-drying pools of blood on that land. And in the former Bante Republic, the White Lion family had always been called the hero’s family.

While the Bante Republic enjoyed abundant resources, it faced the undead threat. In that region, the deceased must be buried properly, or they would become part of the undead.

Some say it’s the curse of a witch on this land, while others say the people of the land did not receive God’s favor. But the White Lion family members were dedicated to eliminating the undead around the Bante Republic, allowing the place to stand tall in the dangerous Far East region.

Moreover, the White Lion family once resisted external enemies, quelled internal conflicts, and held high prestige in the hearts of the people of the Bante Republic. Unfortunately, in the end, the Bante Republic fell under the siege of several nations.

The reasons for the siege of the Bante Republic remain unclear, and the reasons for their defeat were also unknown.

Only a very small number of people still remember the Bante Republic—without exception, they were survivors who escaped from that region. And Leku was one of them. He still remembered the Bante Republic. He also remembered the White Lion family’s contributions to people like him.

The scene of members of the White Lion family being caught while trying to evacuate ordinary people was vivid in Leku’s memory to that day.

Although the Bante Republic had already been destroyed, Leku still searched for the truth.

As a person from a fallen nation, despite lacking a desire for restoration, Leku was driven by a strong determination to uncover the truth.

Leku still wished to repay the members of the White Lion family, but in the eyes of the world, the family was considered extinct. However, recently, he learned the news that some members of the White Lion family were still alive.

“Is Lord Ron really alive?” Leku stared at Lady Mercury as if trying to determine the authenticity of the news.

Even if the person before him was the renowned Lady Mercury of the Norman Empire, it didn’t mean what she said was true.

“Why don’t you go see him yourself and make it clear?” Lady Mercury smiled, “If I’m not mistaken, the members of the White Lion family should be quite easy to recognize.”

Leku pondered for a while, and Lady Mercury’s words were correct.

The members of the White Lion family were indeed easily recognizable because, after reaching adulthood, they had a white lion pattern engraved on their backs.

The Ron mentioned by Lady Mercury was the youngest son of the White Lion family’s patriarch and had already reached adulthood.

If he remembered correctly, Ron was also captured during the resistance against external enemies.

However, someone emphatically told Leku that Ron had already been beheaded and couldn’t possibly be alive.

“Now, Mr. Ron is already a lord in the Norman Empire,” Lady Mercury explained.

“I’m aware of that,” Leku had done his research before coming to Lady Mercury.

“He’s currently swamped with his territory’s affairs and needs a political officer,” Lady Mercury said, “that’s why I brought you here.”

After the fall of the Bante Republic, Leku made his way to the Norman Empire.

If he was just an ordinary person, Lady Mercury wouldn’t have needed to seek out Leku specifically.

“Political officer?” Leku murmured.

However, after hesitating for less than two seconds, he said, “No problem, I can leave tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Don’t you need some time to prepare?” Lady Mercury asked in confusion.

“Prepare? Not necessary,” Leku replied, “There’s nothing here worth lingering for.”

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave. I need to go back and pack my bags,” he nodded towards Lady Mercury and then turned away.

After packing the necessary items, he would be ready to set off for the Wind Veil Basin. He even knew that Ron was in Windbird Town, and he had already prepared the map.

“Mr. Leku, if you plan to depart tomorrow, I won’t be able to prepare a carriage for you,” Lady Mercury said helplessly.

“No problem, I’ll find one myself,” Leku replied, “If I can’t find one, I’ll trouble you to help me.”

Leku was quite straightforward, causing Lady Mercury to tilt her head in response.

Lady Mercury, mingling in human circles for a long time, finally understood why Leku was being ostracized. However, Leku ignored Lady Mercury’s gaze and hastily left the study. He needed to verify the authenticity of the Ron in the Wind Veil Basin.

If someone was using the deceased’s name to deceive, Leku would ensure the person paid the price. After all, the heroic descendants of the White Lion family’s spirits were not to be tarnished.

Even though the Bante Republic had fallen, the survivors never blamed the White Lion family. Because everyone understood that the White Lion family had done their best, they were hindered by too many things.

In Windbird Town, Ron examined the scars on his left hand and asked Moluna, “Do you think this looks weird?”

Even though no one else had mentioned it, Ron found the scars peculiar.

“Not weird,” Moluna shook her head, patting Ron’s left hand, “It looks good.”

Ron looked at Moluna skeptically, thinking that Moluna’s sense of aesthetics might be a bit questionable.

So he turned to Lilian and asked, “Miss Lilian, what do you think?”

“It’s alright. Warriors indeed need some medals,” Lilian replied casually, lifting her eyelids.

Ron sighed, “I guess I’ll just wrap it with bandages.”

“Lord Ron, I think if you wrap it up, it might look strange,” Lilian said.

“Really?” Ron looked puzzled and then sought confirmation from Moluna.

“Not at all,” Moluna said without hesitation.

Ron felt that no matter what he did, Moluna would approve.

“Rather than the scars on your hand, the scar on your neck is the one that needs covering,” Lilian whispered.

“The scar on my neck?” Ron touched his neck. indeed, he had that scar since he came through.

Come to think of it, someone mentioned that he had a scar on his back. However, it was difficult to see his back by himself, and Ron had never really observed it. But he probably didn’t have such a thing. After all, respectable people didn’t get tattoos on their backs.

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