Chapter 161: Wave

"Your perception is quite keen."

Under Muria's golden gaze, a middle-aged man slowly emerged from the bushes. Despite being in the wilderness, he carried himself with a composed and relaxed demeanor, as if attending a grand banquet.

This was a golden-haired, blue-eyed man dressed in a lavish suit, tall and with a fair complexion, sporting a neatly trimmed beard and hair, exuding an aura of elegance and nobility.

In stark contrast to Raymond, who lay at Muria's feet, disheveled and covered in dirt and leaves, with a scruffy beard and a somewhat overweight figure, the two middle-aged men represented two extremes.

"It's not that my perception is keen, but your method of concealing your aura is too poor," Muria shook his head. The man's technique was so clumsy it stood out like a bonfire in the dark to Muria's senses, making it hard not to notice.

Muria bluntly stated the truth, indifferent to the man's dignified air, not caring about his feelings. He had the strength to do so.

"Uh..." The middle-aged man was momentarily choked by Muria's words, his smile freezing, but he quickly recovered.

He truly hadn't expected his family's secret technique for concealing aura to be so bluntly criticized by the young man. But, indeed, he had just hidden in the bushes and was discovered immediately.

"Lord!" At this moment, Burton, now fully healed thanks to Muria's magic, exclaimed, recognizing the middle-aged man's identity.

"From the Norton Kingdom, a second-class earl, the lord of Josiah territory, a knight of honor, Andro Krasov."

Hearing his identity announced, the middle-aged man bowed slightly, a hint of pride in his demeanor, introducing himself to Muria—first listing his titles before stating his name.

"Oh! So you're called Andro." Muria completely ignored the verbose titles of the pompous middle-aged man in front of him. Norton Kingdom? Krasov? He had never heard of them.

Seeing Muria's indifferent reaction, Andro's face darkened slightly. The young man who had created a crater in his territory seemed unimpressed by his titles, as if he didn't care about what he said.

"What's your name?"

"Muria!"

Andro fell silent. No title, no surname, a complete disregard for him.

But, glancing at the crater still crackling with electric arcs, Andro managed a cordial smile. A being capable of creating such devastation and still not caring about him, he had no choice but to endure.

"May I know why you've come to my Krasov territory, Muria?" Andro asked, trying to maintain an equal footing on the surface but feeling somewhat anxious inside.

He had just been flirting with his new maid in his castle when he felt the astonishing fluctuations here. As the lord, how could he not come to see what was happening in his territory?

So, the earl, ready to ride out, had to suppress his anger, sneakily conceal his aura, and come here to investigate what happened in his territory. But just as he hid in the bushes and took a few glances, Muria discovered him.

Why conceal his aura? Of course, to flee at any moment in case of an insurmountable danger! "No particular reason, just a teleportation mishap. I accidentally landed in your territory!" Muria said nonchalantly.

"Teleportation error?" Andro's smile stiffened again, becoming somewhat forced. Normally, teleportation errors result in death, even for a golden warrior, who would be torn apart by spatial turbulence.

What kind of monster was this person, who, after a teleportation error, created such a huge crater and seemed unscathed? This youth claiming to be Muria, what level of strength did he possess?

"Hmm!" Muria sized up the noble engaging in assassin-like behavior and had a question, "Are you the strongest in your territory?"

"This..." Hearing Muria's somewhat puzzling question, Andro hesitated, then cautiously replied, "Officially, I am the strongest in Krasov territory. But whether there are stronger beings, I do not know."

"Okay!" Muria nodded. He took Andro's warning-laden words lightly. He was hinting that there might be hidden powerhouses in his territory, how many or how strong, unknown.

Muria believed Andro's words were true.

First, humanity itself has a group of strong individuals who seek neither fame nor fortune, wandering the world or living reclusively in some corner.

Simply put, even in the poorest, most dilapidated village, there's a chance of encountering a legendary figure in hiding. It sounds far-fetched, but such incidents have occurred.

Second, there are powerful beings who like to wander into human territories, notably the Metallic Dragon race. Gold and Silver Dragons enjoy transforming into humans and playing in human cities, representing benevolent non-human creatures towards humanity.

Of course, there are also evil beings, such as werewolves, vampires, and demons, who prey on humans. They too transform into human form, hiding among people and hunting them.

So, even as the ruler of Krasov territory, Andro dared not claim to be the strongest in his land, unaware of the powerful beings that might be hiding, possibly even an elegant Silver Dragon.

"So weak!" Muria muttered under his breath. The noble in front of him, with only the strength of a second-tier golden warrior, could be killed with a single slap even in his current human state.

Such weak strength, being the strongest in the territory, might indeed be the case.

"Let me ask you another question." Muria turned to Andro.

"Please, ask away." Having heard Muria's whisper, Earl Andro, of course, heard it. But it was the truth. So now, he spoke with respect. Muria's strength was above his, and it was only natural to maintain respect towards someone stronger.

"How many legends does your Norton Kingdom have?"

Andro was stunned, shocked by Muria's question. Asking about the number of legends in his country, this was definitely a big shot, and one who liked to maintain a youthful appearance.

At the same time, he confirmed something: this young man was definitely not from their Norton Kingdom. The number of legends in a country is public information. So, he might come from the other end of the continent, or even, another continent.

"Are you going to answer me?" Muria looked dissatisfiedly at the dazed middle-aged noble.

"Ah." Andro snapped back to reality, bowing respectfully, "To answer Muria, my Norton Kingdom has a total of five legends, namely..."

"No need to tell me that. I don't need to know." Muria waved his hand, pondering.

A kingdom with only five legends meant that as long as he stayed cautious and avoided those five, he, Muria, could do whatever he wanted in Norton Kingdom?

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