One hundred and fifty-five where is home? In the city of light, sir.
Autumn passes and winter comes, the leaves turn yellow, and it’s another lonely winter.
Time is passing by, and the letters between Stuart and Alice have not stopped. One year has passed, and Stuart has left the Empire Craftsman.
His skills have improved to a higher level. It took him a year to master how to control his strength, and his timing has become more precise.
There are very few people like him who have emerged from the empire's craftsmen in such a short period of time. He is a genius, and he has been taught by the master craftsman Aliken.
At this moment, Stuart is worthy of being called a craftsman of the Empire. He has been invited by the Empire. In recent years, there have been many wars on the border, and the Empire's need for weapons has become more urgent.
However, there are not many people who can be called imperial craftsmen. There are only so many weapons that can be called elite every year. The supply of such consumables is always in short supply.
Stewart's strong willpower and precise control are not inferior to those of the young Elricon. He can forge a weapon rated above the elite in one day.
After being recommended by Aliken, Stuart stayed in the empire for two years. During these two years, Stuart missed home all the time.
Because he was busy day and night, there were fewer and fewer replies to Alice. He always said in his letters that it was almost time and he would go back soon.
In the fourth year, the Daitland Empire achieved a great victory in the border war. The king of Daitland recognized Stewart for his meritorious service and specially named him Earl of Agnet, which was already the highest and most glorious position among the royal family.
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Stewart was naturally very excited when he received such an award, but then he felt extremely empty and lonely.
He asked the king to leave. He had been away from his hometown for many years and it was time to return home.
But the king of Detland said to him doubtfully: "You can't go home until you train the next batch of high-quality craftsmen."
Stewart seemed to have been hit hard and froze on the spot. He looked at the king blankly: "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"
"Don't you understand? Stewart, His Majesty wants you to stay in the royal city. You no longer need to go back to that remote hometown!" Someone reminded from the side.
Stewart stammered and said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I may not be qualified for this position. Please find another position. I am very grateful for your support."
"Stuart, you have a great future, why do you have to go back to the remote and lonely Cassati? As far as I know, it is controlled by an old city lord and an immature viscount." The king said to Stuart.
"But Your Majesty, I have a reason to go back. I, I have a family, I made an appointment with her, and I ask Your Majesty to allow me to leave." Stewart was beating in his heart, he always had a bad premonition.
"Hey, don't you understand? Stewart, you can't go back." The minister standing beside explained to Stewart.
The king did not speak, but looked at Stuart with a gloomy look.
"Are you going to force me to stay here, Your Majesty?" Stewart looked at the once kind and kind king in shock.
"Stuart, you have been honored by the empire and gained more perfect skills. Now it is your turn to give these feedback to the empire that has given you everything." The king stood up slowly and said coldly to Stewart below.
"No, no, I don't want the status, I don't want the title, I don't want any of it, let me go! Let me leave!" Stewart looked at the king on the throne with red eyes as he gradually left.
He wanted to rush forward, but two strong knights suddenly appeared beside him and held him firmly, preventing him from moving.
"You! You..." Stewart was so angry that he couldn't speak, and the blood vessels all over his body bulged.
In the end, he angrily knocked away the two knights around him and waved his arms. No one could stop him from going back.
"Please calm down, Mr. Craftsman. When you have done your best, you can go back with honor." A minister came up and persuaded.
"Have you done enough merit? When did you do enough merit? Tell me, huh?" Stewart took a few steps towards the man and glared at him.
"Don't get excited. You will know when you have enough merit."
"I'm afraid I'll never make enough, right? You're holding me captive, right? I don't know how to make a single tool, and I don't know how to teach others any skills!" Stewart said in a cold tone.
"It's none of my business, Mr. Stewart. Even if you get angry with me, it won't solve the problem." The minister smiled nonchalantly, as if he didn't take Stewart seriously.
Seeing that they were all the same, Stewart stopped paying attention to these people and left the palace in an atmosphere.
After a while, His Majesty the King returned to his throne with a calm face and looked at the ministers standing below.
"Everything is fine, Your Majesty. As long as Stuart loses hope, he will struggle like Ericon. As long as all connections between him and his hometown are cut off, he can only be obedient." The minister lowered his head and said to the king.
After Stewart left the palace, he felt a cold light on his back, as if someone was staring at him, and two flying dragons landed in front of him.
A man who looked like an attendant jumped down from one of the flying dragons. The man bowed slightly to Stuart and said, "Please Sir, please get on the mount."
"Is this prepared for me?" Stewart pointed at the flying dragon and then at himself.
"Yes, Your Majesty, this is your unique right." The attendant said respectfully.
"I won't sit down." Stewart shook his head.
"It's useless for you to embarrass me, Sir. If you don't sit down today, my head and the heads of these two little guys will fall to the ground." The attendant seemed extremely helpless.
"Then let's land." Stewart's face was extremely gloomy, and he passed directly over the attendants and mounts.
"This..." The attendant seemed to be taken aback. Just as he was about to kneel down to help Stewart, he saw Stewart turn around.
"Forget it, you should prepare a strong horse for me, and send these two flying dragons to where I live." Stewart took two steps out, then turned around and explained.
"Go and prepare for the Lord." The attendant stood up and left.
Stewart raised his head and looked at the city wall, which was not very high. He gathered the magic power in his body and poured it into his limbs.
When he climbed up the high wall, a voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Climbing high and looking into the distance, Your Majesty is so happy, but it's getting cold, so please come back as soon as possible."
"Go back? Go back to where?" The cool breeze blew and picked up Stewart's collar.
"My lord is joking, I'm going back to my home of course." A white-haired old man holding a staff said standing on the high wall.
"Where is my home?"
"In the City of Light, Lord Earl." The old man shook his staff and pointed in the completely opposite direction to Cassati City.
"No, my home is over there." Stewart pointed in front of him.
"Sir, you are confused. I know everything you are thinking." The old man shook his head.
"Will you stop me?" Stewart asked in a hoarse voice.
"I can't stop you, but you will never want to go back, believe me, Lord Count." The old man advised.
"Haha, Kemal, you and I have known each other for some time, and you just act like this for that old lunatic." Stewart sneered, twisting his fists and feet.
"..." The old man didn't speak anymore. He saw Stuart jumping off the city wall and rushing towards a figure riding a horse, which was the attendant who had left earlier.
"You will regret it." Kemal never stopped him from beginning to end.
"Just let him go, Kemal." A figure appeared on the city wall.
"You didn't want to imprison him in the first place." Kemal did not turn around to look at anyone.
"Imprison him? Why, he's just a craftsman, how can he be needed?" came the minister's voice, and he slowly walked to Kemal's side.
"Since the plan is almost completed, why bother going back?" Kemal frowned, and Stewart had already mounted the horse and left in the distance.
"He must go back, and he must go back urgently." The minister also saw Stewart leaving, with a sly smile in his eyes.
"In this way, we can see the scene that makes him despair, and he will return to the embrace of the empire again. By then, with the same enemy, we will be the most indestructible combination."
"This is the last time I will show up. I really don't want to be involved in any terrible karma anymore." Kemal shook his head and turned into a puff of smoke, disappearing on the city wall.