Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

However, the questions of the young Priskin will likely remain unanswered forever—he never needs to worry about these things again.

With the New Reclamation Expeditionary Army's surprise attack on Maple Fort and General Adams' suicide, young Priskin's good days in Maplestone City ended.

On the day of the incident, the "upper class" of Maplestone City immediately noticed that Mr. Priskin from Revodan had disappeared.

The young might still ask questions at the dinner table. But the elders would just smile at each other, shrug, and then warn the younger members not to mention this name outside.

But little did they expect that a few days later, the "intimate comrade of the Blood Wolf" secretly returned to a distant relative's home in Maplestone City.

If previously young Priskin's boasting only received polite smiles, this time his life-risking return to Maplestone City earned him genuine respect.

It's worth noting that even Fernando Leo had left Maplestone City ahead of time.

But respect cannot be used as gold, young Priskin knows well that the only reason he hasn't been reported is because the battle in Mirror Lake County hasn't concluded.

Therefore, when a few youths from well-heeled families in Maplestone City secretly sought him out, trying to obliquely probe about Blood Wolf's connections with Gaisa Adonis, Skur Meklen, and others, a loud "boom" sounded inside young Priskin's skull.

Despite being in a sparse darkroom, he vividly smelled the enticing aroma of a suckling pig roasted slowly overnight when the lid is lifted.

He picked up a water cup to conceal his inner excitement.

After verifying the expression of hesitation on the noble young men's faces, he sipped a little water, leisurely placed the cup back, and flashed a carefree smile at the few in front of him: "You already know the result?"

The young men glanced at each other and after some silent discussion, someone quietly replied, "They didn't tell us, but we heard some rumors."

Another couldn't hold back and urgently added, "Mr. Priskin, what exactly happened with Blood Wolf...?"

Before he could finish, young Priskin raised his hand, and the young men immediately fell silent.

"Since they haven't told you, I won't either." Young Priskin's heart pounded violently within his chest, and he bluntly issued an order to leave, gesturing for Roger, the white-haired servant, to escort them out: "Just use this answer to report back."

The young men wanted to speak, but seeing Mr. Priskin's serious demeanor, they dared not ask more, reluctantly leaving with the newly arrived white-haired servant.

Young Priskin waited until their footsteps vanished, then couldn't resist leaping up from his chair, standing in the middle of the room, fiercely punching the air and shouting with a towel stuffed in his mouth.

Soon, footsteps resounded again.

Young Priskin instantly returned to his chair, sitting upright.

The next second, he found the towel still in his hand, quickly hid it away, and continued sitting upright.

The door opened, and white-haired Roger appeared outside.

Young Priskin jumped off the chair, dragging white-haired Roger through the door.

Under Roger's baffled gaze, young Priskin first confirmed no one was eavesdropping outside, then observed around the window frame to ensure no one was eavesdropping outside, and finally stuffed all gaps in the door and window with sheets and blankets.

"What's wrong?" Roger asked with confusion.

"Shh!" Young Priskin immediately covered Roger's mouth, listening intently for a moment before whispering excitedly to Roger: "It must be the Civil Guard Officer who won!"

"Huh?" Roger was initially surprised, but he quickly caught on and lowered his voice to say understandingly: "So these people came to plead?"

"I don't know what they're up to, but they surely heard something. The prominent families in Maplestone City have complex networks and are likely more informed than we are." Young Priskin released Roger, pacing in circles, soon falling into trouble:

"His Lordship is quite something, winning the battle but not sending us any word, making us guess blindly like fools. Ah, if only we could contact the Civil Guard Officer…"

Saying this, young Priskin fixed his gaze on Roger.

White-haired Roger knew avoidance was futile, nor did he wish to avoid. In terms of courage, this man from Steel Fort was no less bold than young Priskin.

He squarely patted his chest and said in broken Paratu dialect: "Say no more, I'll go find the Civil Guard Officer."

But young Priskin shook his head: "You can't do it, you're new here, don't even know the roads, where would you find His Lordship? Moreover, people in Maplestone City know you came with me. If you disappear, they'll realize what cards I hold."

"Then what should we do?" Roger asked with wide eyes.

Young Priskin sighed, collapsed straight onto the bed, closed his eyes, and helplessly said: "Then we'll just wait for them to come to us, and think of a way to respond."

"When will they come?" Roger asked with wide eyes again.

"Wait!" Young Priskin used a pillow to cover his face.

The torturous waiting did not last long.