If his father knew that he had joined the Trident Knights, he would definitely feel proud of him from the bottom of his heart.

It didn't seem like there was anything to hesitate about, but he always felt that this wasn't truly what he wanted.

His abilities were not just about taming a horse, but rather taming a group of people or even an army.

And getting the recognition of his father and elder brother should definitely not be the greatest pursuit of his life... Compared to those boring things, he should have more worthy ideals to chase.

At this moment, Alex was unaware that the man riding on the spider's back had already planted a seed in his heart, and the name of that seed was ambition.

Even if he knew it, he probably wouldn't admit it.

After all, he had no doubt about his own psyche; even if he had received some form of guidance, it must be the guidance bestowed upon him by Saint Sis...

"If what I still desire was my father and brother's recognition, I would accept your invitation. But I'm sorry, I think... that's not my pursuit," he said.

"It seems you have found your own cause," Charles patted his shoulder, speaking in a deep voice, "May Saint Sis bless you, and may you not stray on the path of chasing your ideals... Moreover, if you change your mind, come find me anytime."

The rise of the forces of Chaos was no coincidence; the storm in the Dimension Desert had ignited the first fire.

The world was once again facing the threat of external gods.

Whether it was to practice the teachings of Saint Sis or just for the sake of prudence, the Trident Knights needed to recruit more capable young people—especially commander-type talent with experience in fighting spirits of Chaos.

Alex's face broke into a hearty smile.

"I will," he said.

Charles nodded, ready to leave the place, when he suddenly noticed the surrounding Dark Night Elves stopping their work, all respectfully looking in one direction.

Following the gazes of the Dark Night Elves, he saw a pale-skinned, young man with a dignified and stern demeanor approaching them.

He didn't know if it was his illusion.

Charles always felt that the man who called himself the Demon King had grown much stronger since their first meeting.

Could it be that his earlier fight with Chaos had pleased the gods beyond the mortal world?

This situation was rather rare.

So much so that Charles couldn't help but take a few extra looks at him.

Luo Yan, however, didn't look at him, but instead glanced over the people around him, speaking in a soothing voice.

"There's no need for formalities, continue with the preparations for the banquet. I heard that Terrell brought out his treasured collection; I must look forward to it."

Upon hearing Lord Demon King's command, Sherry immediately bounced out, exuberantly.

"Rest assured, Lord Demon King! My dad loves nothing more than working on his brews when he's free—ow! Why did you hit me?!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was struck on the head.

The stricken Sherry covered her head, turning back with indignant tears brimming in the corners of her eyes, looking at her sister who was holding her staff in both hands.

Ignoring the pitiful act from someone, Helen nodded slightly, expressing an apology to the Demon King.

"Please forgive my sister's rudeness... Our father's indulgence has made her accustomed to being carefree and lax," she said.

"Hahaha, no need to be so serious, being lively is good," Luo Yan didn't see it as a problem; on the contrary, he felt that the Gray Wind Tribe was maybe being too courteous to him.

Helen sighed in relief and bowed again.

"Thank you for your understanding..."

After speaking, she ignored Sherry's protests and dragged her away to the corner of the preparation area.

Meanwhile, the Dark Night Elves who received Lord Demon King's command returned to their jobs with even more vigor in their preparations.

Luo Yan watched a tall lady casting Natural Magic, using vines adorned with purple flowers to repair a damaged house, which looked even more beautiful than before after the restoration.

Helen said they weren't good at gardening; it seems they were being modest.

Because of their longevity, even the fallen Elves had an understanding of the arts that far surpassed that of humans… It's just that compared to those living under the Yigde Tree, maybe they were slightly inferior.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one who thought this way.

Not far away, the innkeeper of "Youlin Rest" was looking enviously at his neighbor's house.

Obviously, he wanted that Dark Night Elf to also refurbish his inn, but he didn't know how to broach the subject, or even if there was a need to.

Although Mist Town had escaped the aftermath of Chaos, it had fallen into the hands of the Demon King soon after.

His decision to return with the mercenaries was purely because he still harbored a flicker of hope—

What if Lord Demon King happened to be in a good mood and suddenly, being charitable, allowed him to continue operating the inn that he had invested all his savings in?

He knew, however, that the chances were slim...

Perhaps this celebration of victory was "Youlin Rest's" last business operation.

Yet as he was sadly contemplating, the Demon King addressed a nearby Dark Night Elf.

"Decorate this inn as well; it would be a pity to let it go to waste just like this," he said.

The female Dark Night Elf looked slightly startled, then readily agreed.

"Respected Lord Demon King, I had just that in mind."

The innkeeper stared at the Demon King in astonishment.

Even though the latter had never spoken a word to him nor glanced his way, that phrase "it would be a pity," reignited a glimmer of hope in his heart.

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