I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

"Let Ophelia try her divination then. Does she have any more specific information about our missing teammates?"

Mia looked embarrassed and said shyly:

"I only know their names are Ian, Dean, and Evan. We were doing a mission as a team, so we didn't talk about them in detail. As for their appearance, I have a bit of face blindness, so I don't remember their faces very clearly."

Lilith quickly spotted the key point and pointed it out:

"What if you see them but don't recognize them? And who in their right mind would tell someone their real name at the Adventurers' Guild?"

Lilith remembered very clearly that her master only told her his name when she returned to the sect.

Mia, who debuted under her real name, seemed quite concerned about the latter question, while the former was not a problem for her.

"It's okay, my little flower can remember their scent, she can just tell me when the time comes."

Having said that, she turned to the golden dragon lying not far away, suppressing the tiger-shaped demon with a single claw:

"Little Flower, do you remember what they looked like?"

Jinlong yawned and replied in a muffled voice:

"I didn't pay much attention. Anyway, they looked like humans, with brown hair, black hair, or blond hair, and were either thin, burly, or of medium build."

Mia looked back, overwhelmed with shame.

"I'm sorry, we really don't remember very well... I wasn't a good teammate."

Ji Tian waved his hand to comfort him, "Never mind, never mind, the information Amy gave us should be enough to predict the approximate location."

Ophelia nodded in agreement, then took out her divination tools, closed her eyes and began to perform the divination. After a moment, she opened her eyes.

"The divination has revealed that their approximate location is in the south, which is quite far from here."

Ji Tian's gaze fell on the striped tiger that had been knocked unconscious and was now lying on the ground, whimpering unconsciously. After a moment of contemplation, he said.

"Please divine one more thing for me: if we take this tiger away, will the Knights take their anger out on the townspeople?"

Ji Tian was uneasy about the commander's previous attitude of not caring about the lives of civilians, so he decided to take action against the Knights based on the results of the divination.

Ophelia nodded slightly, performed the divination again, and opened her eyes a moment later:

"No, the Knights will be too busy taking care of themselves for a while to vent their anger on the common people."

Ji Tian nodded upon hearing this.

"Then let's head south. That's enough about the Knights. Little Flower, take this fairy with you. I'll do some research on her when we have time along the way."

Upon hearing this, Jinlong wished he could breathe on it on the spot.

"A hero of your caliber has no right to order me around!"

But it was just a thought. In the battle just now, it clearly saw Ji Tian's incredible physical body, which could easily break through its defenses.

But I'm still...very annoyed.

"Little Flower, please." Mia's soft, sweet voice came from beside my ear.

"This is a one-time exception; there will be no next time."

The golden dragon wagged its tail, extended its right forepaw, and precisely gripped the scruff of the tiger demon's neck, lifting it up like a cat.

The tiger-shaped demon, knocked unconscious, hung limply at its sides, its limbs hanging down, it was unclear whether it hadn't woken up or had given up struggling.

Ji Tian flipped over and leaped onto the dragon's back, and the others followed in turn.

The golden dragon spread its wings, kicking up a cloud of dust, and soon rose from the ground, flying south.

The town gradually shrank from view.

Under the big tree at the entrance of town, three bound figures still hung their heads, not yet awake.

The townspeople cautiously peeked out from the cracks in the doors and windows, saw that the high-ranking knights were still bound there, and then quietly retreated back inside.

The little girl tugged at the hem of her father's clothes as he peered out the window.

"Dad, is that knight brother still around? I want to tell him that he will work hard to grow taller, and he must keep his word and teach me how to fight back."

The father withdrew his gaze, squatted down, looked directly into his daughter's eyes, and solemnly instructed her:

"You are not allowed to say anything about this knight to anyone from now on."

The little girl asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"Because they've offended the adults of the Knights. If they find out that our family hosted him, we'll be in big trouble."

"Hmm... okay."

She had originally planned to show off to her friends when she went out to play.

……

Under the big tree at the town entrance, three bound figures were still fast asleep until the sound of horses' hooves approached from afar, and more than ten light cavalrymen stopped at the town entrance.

"Commander! Captain! Lieutenant!"

Several knights hurriedly cut the ropes, untied the three men from the tree trunk, and gave them several mouthfuls of cold water before the old commander coughed and opened his eyes.

His first reaction was to look around to make sure the terrifying person had left before he felt comfortable enough to reprimand his subordinates:

"Where are the fairies?"

Dozens of knights lowered their heads and dared not speak.

"I'm asking you, where are the fairies!"

"It was taken away! That big golden lizard grabbed it and flew away; we couldn't stop it."

In reality, they didn't stop them at all. They were half-baked knights, not suicide squads, so there was no need for them to go and die.

The old commander suddenly stood up, but almost fell because his head was still spinning. He was caught by the knight next to him.

He flung the other man's hand away, his gaze sweeping over the townspeople peeking through the crack in the door, his anger almost burning through the wooden planks.

His hand rested on the hilt of the sword, his teeth grinding together.

"Give me all these troublemakers..."

"Commander!"

A scout came rushing from the town entrance, carrying parchment, sweating profusely, his face pale, and he didn't even bother to salute.

"Urgent report from the capital! The eldest prince has returned!"

The old commander paused, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, and turned his head.

"What did you say?"

"His Highness the First Prince! The First Prince, who has been missing for twenty years, has returned! He has used unimaginable power to simultaneously destroy the legions of two dukes loyal to the Second and Third Princes, and has now entered the capital, preparing to undergo a bloodline test for the royal family!"

The old commander lowered his sword, and his previous furious rage dissipated by more than half.

He snatched the parchment, unfolded it, and examined it from top to bottom, his eyes scanning the words repeatedly, trying to find some flaws between the lines.

"How is this possible?"

"It's absolutely true, the chief blood testist of the Supervisory Council has arrived in the capital."

The old commander fell into deep thought.

If the report is correct, and the other party can simultaneously and instantly annihilate the legions of both dukes, then whether or not he is of royal blood is no longer important.

However, having a good reputation is always a good thing, and at this point, someone needs to stand up and endorse him.

He slowly sheathed his sword, and the furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Go, gather all the cavalry who are still resting, and bring all the provisions and supplies with them."

The captain hesitated for a moment: "Captain, are we going to hunt down that person?"

"Chase him down? Go up there and die?" The old commander turned around, his eyes burning. "Twenty years ago, when the eldest prince went missing, I personally participated in the search and rescue operation. I know the eldest prince quite well. Now that he's back, it's the perfect time to use him."

"You mean...?"

The old commander raised his hand to pat the dust off his robe, then straightened his wrinkled collar. "All troops assemble, prepare to march south. We are going to welcome the eldest prince back."

When he said those words, there was no trace of the anger and embarrassment he had shown just half a minute earlier.

It was as if the stolen second-generation fairy and the scoundrels who laughed at him had become trivial matters.

A real opportunity awaits him in the capital.