The Seeds of an Elite Legion
A warm glow spilled from the windows of the small residence where the family's elder usually spent his evenings.
"Let's go see Grandpa first."
After exchanging a few words with Shera, Julian went in to see Patriarch D'Aurelius.
The group quietly entered the peaceful courtyard.
Compared with the tense atmosphere outside, this small place remained unusually tranquil.
Ancient trees gently swayed beneath the moonlight.
A cool evening breeze carried the faint fragrance of tea and tobacco through the air.
Everything seemed calm.
Yet everyone present understood...
Many important decisions affecting the future of Valemont would soon be made here.
When they entered, Patriarch D'Aurelius was puffing on a smoking pipe.
Thin streams of smoke slowly drifted upward before dissolving into the quiet night.
The elderly man sat comfortably in his familiar chair, appearing no different from an ordinary old man enjoying a peaceful evening.
