CHAPTER 212: CHAPTER 189: GAROCE’S GIFT! (4K)

The battle of Azanen shocked Naseng!

Insomnia Emperor, Moon Goddess Pantheon, Eldest Prince Regent, Lava Swamp, Ancient Noble Covenant...

One event after another was revealed, spreading throughout Naseng.

Some secrets were only known or speculated by the higher-ups of Naseng, while ordinary people didn’t know much.

Most intelligent beings knew that a small family named Azanen within the powerful Gula Kingdom thwarted a deity’s conspiracy in this war and punished that deity.

Among them, the outstanding heir of this small family was particularly praised for leading the Knight Order to defend their territory and people with determination and will even when facing legends and deities.

Also commendable was the cry of a young man named Lin Ke, saying, "I will lead the charge."

However, after the war ended, the enthusiasm for this matter among the intelligent beings of Naseng waned, and the minstrels and Minstrels shifted their attention elsewhere.

In just over two years, this event was buried deep in their memory, and perhaps one day in the future, hearing this name again, they might slightly remember the young noble of the Human Race who "led the charge."

In Naseng, it rarely happens that an individual can influence or intercept history, perhaps Andrew in "Andrew’s Leg" being one.

Of course, people in Naseng didn’t know that in just two years, that nearly dead young noble had already awakened.

...

"Coffin" room.

Lin Ke looked at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar figures before him, feeling slightly excited.

Alive!

They’re all alive!

That’s great!

No...

Wait!

Where’s Butler Billy?!

"Where’s Uncle Billy?" Lin Ke propped his arms to get up from the potion, but his arms and body were unimaginably weak.

Fulon hurried to help, but the sturdy figure behind her had already stepped forward, wrapping Lin Ke in a soft towel and lifting him up.

"Little Lin Ke, Billy is already gone." The middle-aged man with two small mustaches sighed.

Hearing this, Lin Ke fell silent.

He just remembered that Butler Billy had already died in that war.

"How is the territory situation now?" After a moment of silence, Lin Ke asked instinctively.

His mind was a bit confused, but in an instant, he thought of the safety of the people around him and the state of the territory.

Only...

"Yohoo! Boss, your kid just woke up and is already trying to take your power!"

A strange woman stood next to Lamiel, whistling mischievously toward Garoce.

"Garoce, is this how your followers are?" Lin Ke didn’t know why, but he had an inexplicable grudge against the man in front of him.

He guessed it might be partly due to the grudge of "Linke Azen," and partly his own grudge as "Lin Ke."

But fortunately, Lin Ke wouldn’t lose his composure; he understood Garoce’s role as a father working hard outside.

He just wasn’t used to voicing this aloud.

Moreover, Lin Ke had just reacted instinctively, thinking that the person next to him was Butler Billy, so he instinctively inquired about the state of the castle.

He forgot that Garoce was the real lord here.

"What’s with you?" The woman widened her eyes, "You should call me Aunt!"

"Haha, my followers are remarkable!" Garoce casually waved his hand, halting his followers’ words: "She is your Aunt, my sister, Erin Azen, Blade of Dawn."

Blade of Dawn, Erin Azen!

"Blade?" Lin Ke looked puzzled; blades aren’t very practical on the battlefield!

"She is a [Trickster], you will understand later. Now, my son, try to walk." Garoce’s hand, as big as a fan, gently patted Lin Ke’s back. But when he said "son," it felt odd, like a language novice trying out a new word.

Lin Ke also felt awkward, being called "son" for the first time.

The others also felt awkward,

Garoce’s people thought their lord had a son for the first time.

While Lin Ke’s people felt that the once omnipotent Young Master Like now had a father.

It was all quite embarrassing.

Lin Ke silently propped his weak arms, lightly moving his legs before stepping onto the ground.

A feeling of soreness came from his legs; this was the result of muscle atrophy after long disuse.

Thus, Lin Ke instinctively channeled the power of the [Knight],

But in an instant, a sharp pain surged through his body, making Lin Ke bend over in agony.

"My son, don’t use professional strength for now!" Garoce quickly supported Lin Ke.

Lin Ke immediately withdrew the energy from his Soul Space, a trickle of cold sweat sliding down his cheek, and said, "Perhaps you’d better just call me Lin Ke, and I’ll call you Garoce..."

The people were left speechless.

What did they think Lin Ke was going to say, only to be caught up in the addressing issue.

But truth be told, constantly calling Garoce’s son awkwarded out everyone a lot.

And because of this easing, the atmosphere became much more harmonious.

"Alright, alright then, Lin Ke, my Lin Ke." Garoce scratched his head.

Looking at this little fellow who only reached above his knees, Garoce had to admit that Lin Ke’s mind was even sharper than rumored.