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Chapter 229-228, The Disaster of the Southern Continent, Is the World Going to Be Destroyed?

"There are so many people."

Gu Yuan muttered to himself.

The sunlight in the square was so bright it was almost dazzling, making the base of the statue in the center, covered with red silk, shine brilliantly.

Gu Yuan glanced at the vast, seemingly endless crowd before him.

The sight of people shoulder to shoulder made him sigh softly, "Have all the people in the capital come?"

Standing beside him, Milie Aldey tilted her head slightly, her delicate face appearing exceptionally fair and serene in the sunlight.

She replied softly, "I don't know, but with your current prestige, it would be perfectly reasonable for the entire city to gather here."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan's lips curled into an irrepressible smile of satisfaction as he tightened his grip on Millie Alde's soft hand.

At the same time, his other hand naturally grasped Celia's wrist.

Celia subconsciously raised her eyebrows and struggled slightly, but—she didn't budge. A soft snort, tinged with annoyance, escaped from her nose.

However, considering that to outsiders it would seem that Gu Yuan had taken the initiative to pull her back, while she herself seemed to be forced, she ultimately turned her face away and acquiesced to his actions.

"It's the Hero!"

"The hero is here! Everyone, make way!"

A sharp-eyed person in the crowd spotted Gu Yuan and shouted excitedly, instantly igniting the already enthusiastic atmosphere.

Many people pushed and shoved forward, stretching out their arms, hoping to get even just an inch closer to the hero who saved the world.

"Quickly! Maintain order!"

The captain of the royal guard, clad in gleaming silver armor, shouted loudly. The guards quickly formed a solid human wall, using their bodies to desperately hold back the surging crowd.

While giving instructions, the captain glanced at Gu Yuan with a reassuring look during a break.

Gu Yuan nodded slightly in response.

He didn't reject the public's enthusiasm and affection, but the number of people before him was simply too large, and with Miliadé and Celia by his side, if something unexpected happened—

His mind raced, and he decided it would be best to maintain a proper distance today.

He didn't linger. Holding Miliadé's hand in one hand and the slightly stiff Celia's hand in the other, he walked towards the statue in the center of the square.

Just as he was walking forward, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in an inconspicuous black robe at the edge of the crowd, whose cloak moved slightly.

It then quickly disappeared into the depths of the crowd.

Soon after, the new emperor Herbert III arrived, surrounded by his entourage, and ascended the makeshift platform to begin his impassioned speech.

He vigorously promoted Gu Yuan's great achievements in defeating the Demon King, praising him as a savior with the most beautiful words.

Gu Yuan stood beside the statue covered with red cloth, bathed in countless reverent gazes.

However, his gaze kept drifting, almost imperceptibly, towards the corner of the square where the man in black had disappeared.

Celia's eyes met his briefly, and Gu Yuan gestured in that direction to her with a very subtle movement.

Although it's uncertain whether they are friend or foe, on this important day, we absolutely cannot and must not allow any accidents to happen.

"You're making me do this again." Celia's snort was almost inaudible.

But then she realized that among everyone present, she was indeed the only one with the ability to handle any situation.

This is less about ordering someone around and more about a trust based on ability.

Thinking this, she suppressed her displeasure and silently retreated, disappearing into the shadows of the crowd.

After a while, a slight commotion came from the edge of the square, but it quickly subsided and did not attract much attention.

Thirty minutes later, the unveiling ceremony concluded successfully in Gu Yuan's high spirits.

As Gu Yuan pulled the rope down forcefully, the red silk ribbon slid down gracefully.

Wow.

A lifelike statue of a hero, fully revealed in the sunlight, stands majestically in the city center.

As he watched the enormous stone statue being admired and cheered by the people, Gu Yuan was filled with emotion.

The thought that even a hundred years from now, his image and deeds will still be remembered by future generations filled him with a burning sense of accomplishment.

call-

He exhaled a hot breath and gripped Miliald's hand tightly: "—Let's go."

The group returned to the manor.

however.

This joy was shattered when they returned to the gates of the mansion.

In the living room, Celia was already sitting leisurely on the sofa, her slender fingers playing with an exquisite white porcelain teacup, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

On the carpet at her feet lay a figure that seemed out of place in this tranquil scene.

It was a woman dressed in a tattered black robe, but with a rather beautiful face, who was tightly bound with ropes.

Gu Yuan opened the door, stood at the entrance, and saw this scene. He raised an eyebrow, feeling surprised.

Why didn't Celia deal with the spy on the spot? Why did she bring her back?

Just as he was wondering, the woman on the ground suddenly brightened her dim eyes when she saw Gu Yuan being surrounded by people.

She struggled to lift her head, and with all her might, cried out in a hoarse voice, "Hero! Please, save us!"

Gu Yuan was taken aback, somewhat confused.

He looked at Celia, his eyes asking for the reason.

Celia calmly put down her teacup, looked up to meet his gaze, and said in a flat tone, "I don't know her background. When I caught her, she just kept saying she had to see you."

"When asked about her identity and purpose, she refused to say anything, insisting that she must talk to you face to face and tell you a major secret concerning the lives of countless people."

She paused, then added, "I saw that her strength was weak, so she didn't seem to be faking it, nor did she seem to have any accomplices. I brought her back so that you wouldn't be disturbed at the celebration."

"I see," Gu Yuan understood.

His senses confirmed that the magical fluctuations emanating from this woman were negligible and posed no threat whatsoever.

He gestured for Celia to untie herself.

With a casual wave of her hand, Celiah's rope vanished.

The woman, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, sat shakily on a chair with the help of her maid.

After taking the water from the maid, he drank it all in one gulp, coughed a few times, and his pale face regained some color.

She took a deep breath, as if gathering her last bit of courage, and with a resolute gaze fixed on Gu Yuan, began her narration: "My name is Isara, and I come from the southern kingdoms, from a coastal tribe called the Vesagon."

"Vesagon—?" Celia repeated the name softly, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her eyes, as if she had remembered something.

boom!

Just as Celia was lost in thought, Isara, as if being chased by a deadline, slammed her hands on the table.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she stood up again, tightly grasping Gu Yuan's hand resting on the table, her voice trembling with urgency: "Hero! Only you can save us now!"

"Um?"

Gu Yuan was taken aback by her sudden action.

Frowning slightly, before she could even signal her to calm down, Isara suppressed her almost exploding anxiety and explained rapidly, "Our tribe has a magic that allows us to foresee the future passed down through generations."

"According to the prophecy of the tribe's prophets, in the near future—a catastrophic disaster will sweep across the entire southern continent!"

"A black tide will rise from the sea, devouring everything! The earth will sink, and all things will wither! All living beings—including my people—will die!"

"Only you, possessing the power of a monk and having personally vanquished the Demon King, can disregard this calamity, save us from this dire situation, and turn the tide!"

"therefore----"

Isara's expression became extremely solemn as she carefully took out an object wrapped tightly in blue cloth from her bosom.

She unwrapped the package layer by layer, finally revealing a thick, ancient-looking book. She presented the book to Gu Yuan with both hands, her eyes filled with determination: "Brave Warrior, this is the precognitive magic passed down through generations of our tribe!"

"I offer it to you! Besides that—I myself am willing to serve you as a servant for life, at your beck and call! I only beg you to save my people and give us a way to live!"

boom!

She slammed her head heavily on the table!

Gu Yuan's gaze swept over the seemingly ordinary thick book, then fell on the woman pleading in despair, and he fell into a brief silence.

Finally, a soft hum escaped his nose, its meaning unclear, neither confirming his belief nor his disbelief.

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