Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 333 - 158: Lord Lear, I Like... Like You Very Much
Just now the mood seemed very low, like the sorrow of a rabbit mourning a fox.
"Could it be that Lord Lear has fled back?"
Over a thousand kilometers of Mire Swamp, deep into the wilderness, a round trip takes nearly a month.
It’s only been a little over three months, and half the time is spent just on traveling.
Aside from a failed expedition, she couldn’t imagine what would make him return so quickly.
Rekell heard this, looked at the other’s curious gaze, wanted to say something but closed his mouth again.
A strange expression rose in his heart.
Failed... Maybe you don’t know yet, his mount is level 15, damn it.
My father, an Imperial Baron, is also at this level.
It’s better if this bastard failed!!
Jasmine saw the other’s strange mood and couldn’t help but sigh softly.
In her heart, she confirmed her thoughts.
The cousin, who was very close to Rekell, perished in the wilderness just last month.
He was also a Pioneer Lord.
Now, seeing Lear retreating in defeat, it must have touched him emotionally.
It’s just a pity that His Highness valued him so much and still didn’t get the desired result.
Indeed, in wilderness exploration, if it were that simple, the success rate wouldn’t be so low.
Moreover, he chose to develop deep in the wilderness over a thousand kilometers from Lorand City!
Failure is normal, success would be odd.
After thinking about it, she decided to comfort her companion.
"Rekell, you needn’t be sad. Pioneer Lords are essentially gambling with their own lives, and they should foresee their end; sacrificing in the wilderness is not disgraceful, it’s a hero’s return, it’s glory."
"Look at Lord Lear, even after receiving such generous gifts from His Highness, hasn’t he also returned in failure? But that doesn’t mean he’s incompetent; it’s just a phase, and he might rise again in the future."
"Failure isn’t scary; as long as the will is unyielding, it’s always worthy of respect."
Rekell’s expression grew even stranger, but he didn’t say much, continuing to lead the way.
Jasmine didn’t ask further, afraid of hurting Rekell.
Silently, she followed him out of the estate.
But just as she passed through the gate, her gaze reflected a striking, regal figure.
The blood-red crown on his head resembled a king’s coronation; behind him, the fluttering pitch-black cloak highlighted his heroic aura.
His imposing presence was like a mountain, making one’s heart waver with every glance.
The youth’s face carried an alluring dignity, and his eyes were bright and piercing, compelling people to involuntarily avert their gaze upon meeting his.
Lord Lear??
Didn’t he fail the expedition, how is his state like this?
Jasmine was taken aback, turned to look at Rekell, and found him now staring widely at Lear, a sense of shared elation apparent on his face.
No inclination to mind this fellow, she refocused her attention on the young man ahead.
Sensing closely, she was shocked... Level 11?!
Last time he left, he seemed to be just level 7... in merely a few months?
He jumped 5 levels?
Just one step away from catching up to her... His Highness didn’t have such a dramatic increase back then!!
Astonished, her gaze shifted to the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King beside him.
Its majestic stance, fierce aura, coupled with that deadly threat, made her breathe rapidly.
Level 15.
An unthinkable level popped up in her mind.
As a High Tier Knight, her level 12 status could get her a position commanding a squadron in the military.
Now, this emerging stag has reached level 15, and from its appearance, is only... a mount?
The opponent’s mount surpasses her by 3 levels?!
Level 15, could command a regiment in Lorand City!!
Now, the opponent treats a regiment commander as a mount?!
Hardening her gaze on Rekell, with such levels, what the hell are you grieving about?!
Failed, calling it a failed expedition?!!
Surely, this must mean conquering the wilderness?
Rekell saw Jasmine’s stiff expression and felt incredibly delighted inside.
Hahaha!
Turns out, I’m not the only one shocked; no exception indeed!!
Jasmine took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tremor in her heart.
High-level figures she had seen aplenty, but never expected a level 7 Pioneer Lord to achieve such dramatic improvement.
Withdrawing her attention, she stepped forward with a complex expression.
"Good evening, Lord Lear."
"I never thought you would return to Lorand City so quickly."
"His Highness is already inside waiting for you..."
Lear, seeing familiar faces after months, also felt a stirring.
"Good evening, Miss Jasmine, glad to see you again."
Feeling the sincerity in his words, Jasmine’s expression softened.
"Please follow me inside... His Highness likely has much to discuss with you."
Anyone witnessing his change would want to talk in detail.
Lear smiled.
"I brought gifts for His Highness, all in the carriage."
Jasmine waved her hand, somewhat displeased, looked at her side.
"Rekell, drive the carriage!"
This damned fellow, playing up to her, almost made her look foolish.
Hmm!
Rekell smiled wryly, not daring to refuse, eagerly moving forward, calling for others to drive the carriage into the estate.
Along the wide cobblestone path, they reached the building not open to outsiders.
As Lear approached, he saw a stunning figure quietly standing at the door waiting.
The moment she appeared, the whole world seemed to lose its light.
Only she was shining.
The Flower of the Northern Territory—Firina.
She wore a yellow gown embroidered with simple patterns, elegant and noble beyond compare.
Her long hair floated gently behind her, as if in water, conveying an indescribable mystery.
Eyes deep, seemingly allowing the cosmos to flow within, a single glance could trap one’s soul.
Her features appeared sculpted by Divine Spirits, even the most discerning couldn’t find a single flaw.
Her presence made the world revolve around her, her brilliance illuminating the cosmos.
Lear stepped forward, smiling at her face just a breath away.
"It’s been long, Your Highness Firina."
Short months felt like ages apart.
Firina gazed at this youth whose aura was nearly transformed, giving her a sense of amazement, her lips faintly curled.
"It’s been long, my friend."
After greeting, her sapphire-like eyes scanned Lear, lingering momentarily on the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King beside him.
Finally, deep interest arose in her eyes.
Not only am I growing stronger, Lord Lear, you haven’t fallen behind either.
Lear smiled happily.
He turned to gesture at the two carriages.
"Your Highness, I prepared gifts for you... hope you like them."
As his words fell, mist from his cloak revealed the carriages.
Roses intricately secured within the carriage’s interior, vivid and thriving.
The vibrant colors illuminated by nearby candles and the freshly risen moonlight were exceptionally striking.
Flower-filled carriages, presenting their most beautiful side outward.
A gentle breeze carried a fragrant aroma, making the air seem sweetened.
Firina’s gem-like eyes suddenly lit up, her eyes forming crescents, exuding indescribable joy as she gazed at Lear.
"This is an unexpected generous gift indeed."
"Lord Lear, I love it... very much."
She had no interest in gems, treasures, or what others considered rare treasures.
Her birth provided her with unimaginable resources.
But roses were her lifelong passion.
She had never spoken of the Talent of the Master of Roses.
Except for her father who slightly knew, no one understood.
Yet now, she received the most satisfying gift of her life... many of which were roses she hadn’t collected!
That feeling was like an arrow piercing her heart, numb, tingling, bittersweet.
