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Chapter 214, page 213: Madam, for Frilian's sake, please move in with us.

Gu Yuan remained indifferent. He had killed no fewer than three hundred opponents of this caliber in past battles.

Therefore, no matter how hard the scales of the Imperial Prison Dragon before him were, or how fierce his aura was, to him, it was nothing more than another number on the list that was about to be erased.

"roar--!"

The enraged Royal Prison Dragon roared and charged, its massive body whipping up a whirlwind that ripped up all the rubble on the ground.

However, faced with a charge that could instantly collapse an ordinary army, Gu Yuan did not even move an inch.

He simply raised his palm calmly and flicked his finger.

"Bang!

'

A battle aura, condensed to its extreme, appeared out of thin air, like a meteor tearing through the night sky, instantly piercing through the head of the Imperial Prison Dragon and emerging from the back of its skull!

The ferocious momentum of the charge came to an abrupt halt.

Then, "BOOM!!!"

Like a giant tree that has been felled, it crashed heavily to the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

Time passed in the silent darkness.

A drop of cool water slowly seeped out from a crack in the rock and landed right on Wilmae's chapped lips.

Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then she opened her eyes with difficulty.

The moment consciousness returned, a wave of intense, agonizing pain washed over my entire body, as if I had been run over.

"hiss----"

She gasped instinctively, exhaling a few strands of silver hair that had slipped from her lips, then stared blankly at the dark stone wall above her.

here it is?

Before she could recall the harrowing experience before she lost consciousness, an enticing aroma of food wafted into her nostrils.

She reluctantly raised her head and looked in the direction of the fragrance.

Not far away, a small bonfire was burning quietly, and Gu Yuan was sitting in front of a small pot, inside which a thick, milky-white broth was bubbling.

That mouthwatering aroma comes from here.

Hearing the noise, Gu Yuan looked up and met her blank gaze.

"Awake?" He put down the bowl and spoon in his hand, his voice calm.

Wilmae struggled to prop himself up with his arms and sat against the stone wall.

She looked at Gu Yuan, her eyes filled with a sense of disorientation and deep confusion, as if she had just survived a catastrophe.

Gu Yuan knew she needed an explanation, so he said simply, "I came to the Western Territory on business and met your daughter, Frilian, outside."

"She said you were missing. I happened to be going into this area, so I looked around and found you."

"As for that dragon, I've already killed it."

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Wilme froze, a flood of terrifying images rushing back before he lost consciousness: the pursuit of the Imperial Prison Dragon, the desperate escape, the crushing stomp that could destroy everything, and finally, the black figure that appeared like a divine warrior descending from the heavens—

Fragments of memory surged forth, making her breath quicken suddenly.

"It was you—it was you who saved me—?"

Overwhelmed with gratitude, she almost burst into tears.

However, at that moment, a subtle sense of something foreign came over me.

She suddenly realized that the clothes she was wearing were a bit strange, a style she had never seen before. She subconsciously lifted the thin blanket covering her and looked inside the collar.

Instantly, her face turned bright red, even her ears turned crimson.

Seeing her expression and actions, Gu Yuan immediately understood her thoughts and said again, "Your previous clothes were soaked in blood, which was inconvenient to wear and not conducive to wound healing, so I changed you into a new set."

He paused, then added, "I originally wanted to send you out as soon as possible, but this place is a bit special; the entrance and exit are only opened once a month."

After listening, Wilmae let out a long breath, seemingly trying his best to calm his chaotic emotions.

Although her cheeks were still burning hot, she gradually regained her senses.

Yes, the situation was critical and life was at stake, so how could we criticize our savior for these details?

"No—no need to explain anymore, Your Excellency." She lowered her head, her voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz. "I understand. The situation was urgent, and you were trying to save me—I understand the reasoning."

She seemed to want to escape this awkward topic immediately, struggling to slowly move to sit down not far from Gu Yuan.

My gaze fell once more on the pot of steaming food, and my empty stomach betrayed me by rumbling loudly.

Gu Yuan didn't say anything, but picked up a clean bowl next to him, filled it with more than half a bowl of thick soup, broke off a piece of dry food and put it on top, and handed it to her.

Wilma thanked him in a low voice, took the bowl, first sipped some hot soup, and then carefully began to eat the food.

As I ate, whether it was the warmth in my stomach that stirred up suppressed emotions, or the lingering fear of escaping death intertwined with the indebtedness I could never repay, tears once again uncontrollably streamed down my face and dripped into my bowl.

"I regret it so much—I really should have listened to you and considered moving sooner."

"If it weren't for you—Friline would have been an orphan—"

She managed to stop her sobs, raised her head, and looked at Gu Yuan with teary eyes. "Sir, you have saved my daughter and me twice. I really don't know how to repay this life-saving grace."

"Is there anything you need? Please tell me if it's within my power!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan's gaze lingered on her earnest face for a moment before shifting away and shaking his head: "I don't need anything."

With his current strength, worldly wealth, power, and even most magic are readily available to him, or of little significance.

"This won't do!"

Vermeer looked up abruptly, her eyes reddening with emotion, and her voice rising a few decibels, "A life-saving grace must be repaid! This is the rule, whether in elven or human society!"

"I cannot—I cannot remain indifferent to such a tremendous debt of gratitude!"

Seemingly to strengthen her persuasiveness, she grabbed Gu Yuan's hand in a fit of emotion.

The strong yet cool touch surprised Gu Yuan as he looked at her.

"!"

Wilmae, as if struck by lightning, blushed instantly, abruptly releasing her grip, stammering, "No, no! I—I didn't mean to—"

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Seeing her panicked and distraught appearance, as if she wanted to disappear into the ground, Gu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

After a brief silence, he spoke again, breaking the awkward silence: "Since you insist on repaying me, then grant me one request."

"Please speak!" Wilmae responded immediately, trying to appear attentive, even though she was still filled with immense shame and felt uneasy.

Gu Yuan looked at the flickering campfire and said calmly, "If we're going to move, let's move to the capital."

"There are too many dangers in the wild. We shouldn't let Frilian, who hasn't even grown up yet, continue to live in such an unstable environment."

He paused, then turned his gaze back to Wilmae's face and added, "If we live closer together, we can look out for each other and won't be like we are today, helplessly waiting for something to happen."

Wilmae was completely stunned.

She had anticipated all sorts of requests Gu Yuan might make, whether it be magic or promises, but she never expected this.

A future plan that is entirely for the benefit of the mother and daughter.

"Living closer—" This phrase echoed repeatedly in her mind, spreading an indescribable warmth.

Reason told her that Gu Yuan's advice was absolutely correct.

For Frilian's safety and future, moving to the capital is undoubtedly the best choice.

"I—I understand."

Wilma nodded gently, her voice regaining its usual softness. "Thank you for being so considerate. I'll do as you say as soon as we get out."

"Hmm." Gu Yuan responded without saying anything more, picked up his chopsticks again, and continued eating his food.

Inside the stone chamber, the firelight flickered, casting two silent shadows on the wall.

Crackling sound.

Only the occasional crackling of firewood serves as proof of the passage of time.

Their thoughts, however, had already drifted towards their respective futures.