Village Head's Debauchery

The event was vividly imprinted into his soul. In fact, it was the same for the others. The astonishing heat had nearly seared through the bodies of the inhabitants of the Sleeping Fox Runaway City, almost stinging their very souls, making it impossible to forget the haunting event.

It also helped them confirm that Paradise was responsible for the immense sky-splitting battle and turbulence within the Vylkr Veil Phenomenon.

Hearing their responses, Garron sighed, "Have 'they' arrived at the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City to speak with them?".

"No, I don't think so. If 'they' had arrived, Lord Griffin, the Chief Diplomat and Envoy of the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City, would have contacted me. But there's always a chance that there's something we don't know going on," Amelia responded, her voice filled with uncertainty.

She turned her attention towards Lakul, who sat on a throne-like chair at the other end of the rectangular table. "Emperor, wh––" she began, but before she could complete her sentence, Lakul raised his hand, halting her mid-sentence.

"I've told you countless times not to address me as Emperor. It would be bad if Paradise had sent spies to our meetings, and they overheard you utter such words," Lakul responded, sighing.

Just as she was about to respond, the large doors of the meeting room were suddenly pushed open, and a guard rushed in. He swiftly arrived beside them and bowed respectfully, his body slightly trembling. "Your Highness, an envoy from Paradise has arrived and wishes to speak with you."

Upon hearing the guard's words, Emperor Lakul immediately exited his seat. The other leaders similarly stood, their bodies tense.

"Take me to him," Emperor Lakul responded solemnly.

He had been patiently waiting for news from Paradise, and the arrival of an envoy to their Runaway City filled him with a mix of expectation and anxiety.

A chill crawled down his spine as he remembered the event that had taken place a month and a half ago.

The guard nodded, stood up, turned around, and began to lead the way.

Lakul followed him, accompanied by the other Sleeping Fox Runaway City leaders.

When they arrived, they saw a muscular, lean man with thick green hair, bare-chested, and dressed in only a pair of green shorts.

Although he didn't carry any weapon, Lakul and the others could sense the brimming power within him, similar to the other strange humans they had encountered that day. As such, they didn't dare underestimate him, knowing he might be able to kill them all, even without a weapon.

The man swept his gaze over them, and a sense of oppression immediately enveloped the group.

"Welcome to the Sleeping Fox Runaway City. How about we go inside and have this discussion?" Lakul greeted, bowing slightly and respectfully.

The leaders also bowed respectfully.

The man shook his head in response. "I didn't come here to stay long. I simply came to deliver a message from the Village Chief," he said. "In two days, four representatives of Paradise will arrive here and serve your leaders. Welcome and teach them everything about handling the Sleeping Fox Runaway City affairs. That's all."

Upon hearing the man's words, a whirlwind of emotions surged within Lakul, his hands clenching into fists. He had always known this day would come and had prepared himself for it, yet now that it had arrived, he couldn't help but feel at a loss. His expression significantly aged.

The other leaders couldn't help but clench their fists, their struggle to conceal their displeasure evident in their strained expressions. They knew they had to maintain their composure, but it was difficult in the face of such an announcement.

"Thank you for coming to inform us of their arrival. We'll do our best to ensure they are properly welcomed into the Sleeping Fox Runaway City and taught everything they need to know about governing it," Lakul responded, smiling thinly.

"I'm sorry for asking, but I don't know who the Village Chief is. Is he the supreme ruler of Paradise, and will he be accompanying them as well?" he swiftly asked.

He suspected the man he had spoken to was the Village Chief. However, in case he was mistaken, this was an opportunity to confirm his identity.

"Yes, the Village Chief is the supreme ruler of Paradise," the man responded, his expression gradually becoming more respectful. "However, I am not aware of whether he will accompany them. You should be prepared to meet your future leaders. If the Village Chief chooses to accompany them, it could be a blessing or worse, depending on how well you perform."

"Okay. Thank you for this important information," Lakul responded, nodding wryly.

The man nodded and then suddenly leapt into the sky. Before their surprised eyes, he transformed into a thirty-eight-meter flying beast and swiftly soared into the sky.

Lakul and the other leaders gulped at the sight, realizing that the man they had just spoken to was one of those individuals they had encountered previously who could transform into a mythical flying beast. They finally understood why he didn't need a weapon.

The guard standing beside them was drenched in sweat, his entire form trembling until he froze in fear, gripped by terror.

"Your Highness!" a sudden voice erupted, jolting them out of their thoughts.

Lakul turned to see his wife and children rushing towards him. He swiftly adopted a calmer and more composed demeanour.

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Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City

Another warrior was dispatched to the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City to deliver news of their impending leadership arrival, mirroring the Sleeping Fox Runaway City events. Once her task was complete, she transformed into her shape-shifting beast form and soared into the sky.

Eleanora and the other Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City leaders were left in awe as they watched the enormous beast soaring out of their line of sight. It affirmed their thoughts again that Paradise is not an entity they can confront.

"Everyone should prepare for their arrival. Sylvana, I'll be counting on you to arrange the best reception you've ever put together," Eleanora said, turning her gaze to the brown-haired woman with curls.