Whether White Mountain is chaotic or not, Roland does not have a say, because he only skimmed the surface and did not delve deep.

He really just brushed the outskirts and left.

While elites from various countries gathered in White Mountain, risking their lives to explore, Roland was seated at the window on the third floor of the best hotel in Val City, sipping hand-ground coffee, and enjoying a massage from Lisa.

"Lisa, it seems like you really want to go to White Mountain for an adventure?"

"I, I don't." Lisa flatly denied, but her weak tone revealed her true thoughts.

"Alright, I am somewhat curious." Since she couldn't hide it, she might as well be honest.

"We can go, but not now."

Roland put down his coffee cup, closed his eyes in comfort, enjoying the perfectly firm massage, and said softly: "There are too many people in the mountain now, let's wait until they all come back."

Roland waited patiently, but little did he know he would wait for three days.

At noon on the third day, someone finally returned from White Mountain.

All those who entered the mountain were the elite of various countries, with top-notch combat skills and equipment, yet their return was rather disheveled.

The elite warriors of the Wende Empire returned first.

Their faces were ashen, carrying their fallen and injured comrades, sneaking through the side door into the city, ignoring the curious gazes of others, and hastily returning to their quarters.

Among them were Transcendents and ordinary soldier kings, but in the face of nature, human power seemed as insignificant as ants, and even the strongest ants merely had a better chance to escape.

Seeing their disheveled state, Roland was not surprised.

This was, after all, the significant event of the Magic Crystal Ore Vein awakening.

There were Golden Tree Demons in the Nameless Valley, so White Mountain might indeed harbor things beyond comprehension.

Without proper preparation, he would not step into the mountain.

The elites of Jin Yuan Kingdom did not enter the city as their base was on the West Shore, allowing them to return on their own without making a disgraceful appearance.

Next came the elites of the Tirol Kingdom.

They discreetly sneaked back to their quarters, afraid of being seen.

If Roland hadn't been watching with a telescope from the third-floor window, he might not have seen their pitiful looks.

The Tirolean Empire had sent the most people into the mountain, and their losses were also the most severe.

Roland was somewhat surprised; apart from the ones standing and those covered in white cloth on stretchers being carried back, some were missing without a trace.

Since they went out together, they would surely return together.

The reason why even the bodies were not seen is likely because the bodies fell into unmanageable places.

Such as a volcanic crater, a cliff, or even the belly of a giant bear.

On the Rodinia Continent, only a few places in the south have lions and tigers, and in most areas, the largest predators are bears and wolves, so Roland's assumption was reasonable.

The teams that went out had basically returned, leaving only the Vladimir Empire.

Roland did not wait long; before sunset, Camille's figure appeared on the main street.

Although the Vladimir Empire's team had some injuries, most were not severe, and the worst off could still crawl onto horseback.

The leader, Camille, was unharmed.

He smiled and exchanged greetings with the soldiers patrolling the street, occasionally stopping to chat casually with passersby.

Is this guy really that strong?

Roland squinted, silently observing Camille, trying to discern any flaw.

But he found none.

While the elites of other countries returned with shattered hopes, they were unscathed; could it be they were truly ahead?

Roland was somewhat skeptical.

Camille and his subordinates strolled casually down Central Avenue.

As Camille's team was about to pass by the hotel, Roland suddenly had a realization about what was amiss.

Camille never looked up to make eye contact with him.

It didn't make sense; he was standing right at the window, visible to anyone who wasn't blind.

If they had reaped rich rewards, they'd likely feign concern while taunting Roland.

Given the relationship between Vladimir and Sussex, this would be reasonable.

Yet Mr. Camille didn't even spare the effort to look up.

Was it reluctance or preoccupation?

If the mountain doesn't come to me, then I will go to the mountain.

Roland's lips curled in a faint smile as he raised his voice to greet Camille.

"Mr. Camille, you've had quite a fruitful exploration in the mountains, haven't you?"

Camille halted his steps, but didn't look up.

Roland noticed Camille's fingers suddenly clenching into a fist, realizing he had struck a nerve, so he decisively jumped from the window.

He walked toward Camille, beaming as if meeting an old friend.

Some pedestrians quickly slipped away, while those who enjoyed a spectacle stood by to watch.

Camille squinted his eyes, and his subordinates became alert, hands resting on their weapons.

"Hey, let's not get so tense. Mr. Camille, thank you for the signal flare you sent me, even though I didn't use it."

Roland walked towards Camille with steady and slow steps.

Half a second after he went downstairs, Lisa also landed on the main street, palms igniting but not releasing the flames.

She didn't care about anything else; to her, anyone opposing Roland was an enemy.

Even if it meant fighting Vladimir's elite right there in the street, she didn't mind.

Roland advanced using the noble stride personally taught by Teacher Mary right in front of him.

He walked with his chest out, head held high, smiling, executing the noble walk impeccably.

An Old Sussex person would surely call him "Lord" upon seeing him.

His pace wasn't fast, nor were his strides particularly long, yet each step was exactly measured and consistent.

He stepped on the stone slabs of the main street as if treading on Camille's heart, making it indescribably uncomfortable for the man from the Shadow Sanctuary.

Camille was quite injured, and he was indeed forcing himself to endure.

During his three days in White Mountain, he encountered numerous troubles.

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