The Shining Star Above The Heaven-Chapter 1026: Leaving the Village

"Bring me to your lord. I would like to speak with your lord." Aldrian said.

Henrik was stunned, but Aldrian continued.

"You don’t have any choice in this matter either. Either you let me see your lord, or I will make this matter bigger, which will leave your lord with no choice but to see me. Maybe I will have to kill you and your troops here for your lord to see me?"

"Oh, and also, you cannot touch this village for any reason. This is my place to stay for the past few days, after all."

Henrik gritted his teeth as he truly felt that this person was insane. Aldrian’s expression and demeanor showed no fear toward the Beruin family at all.

Who is this person? How could he be so bold?

He could not sense this man’s cultivation, which made his heart unsettled. What if this man was actually a cultivator at the Immortal Transition Realm, or worse, at the Pseudo Immortal Stage?

That would explain why this man seemed fearless. But where did he come from?

The troops behind Henrik felt humiliated and could only grit their teeth, holding back their anger. They could see that their commander was powerless and being ordered around by this man, while the man showed no fear toward their forces.

In a normal situation, they would have killed the man and been done with it.

However, they endured the humiliation, understanding that this man was not simple. The fact that he could withstand the aura of a King Stage cultivator and even break it so easily meant that he was extremely strong.

They needed to be careful of this unknown and crazy man.

After a few moments of thought, Henrik finally made a decision.

"Alright. I will bring you to my lord."

Aldrian finally showed a smile and clapped once. "Good. I like sensible people, so I do not have to choose the hard way."

He then looked at the village head and the others.

"I will depart. Take care."

The village head nodded. "You too, young master. Please be careful on your journey."

Aldrian nodded before walking toward one of the special carriages, a goods carriage covered with a roof and white tarpaulin, and sat inside it.

Henrik, who was watching Aldrian enter the carriage, then turned to look at his vice commander beside him.

"I want you to leave a few troops here so—"

"Uh, uh, Henrik. Henrik, don’t play any tricks behind me. Like I said, do not touch this village. Was my warning not enough for you?"

Henrik, who was in the middle of a voice transmission, was interrupted by Aldrian, which shocked him. Could that man read other people’s minds or what?

"It looks like I need to show you something to make you understand."

Suddenly, Henrik felt his surroundings change, and it horrified him. He saw all of his troops dead. Blood was everywhere, and the scene looked like a place of carnage. He then saw his own corpse beneath him, eyes wide open, as if he had just experienced something horrifying and full of despair.

He was surrounded by death, and the intense killing intent around him nearly caused his mind to collapse instantly.

However, his vision suddenly returned to reality, and he found himself looking at his still living troops. He gasped for breath as his hands trembled. He looked down at his own body. Sweat had already rolled down his face, and his heart was pounding violently.

The vision just now had been far too real. It felt like he had returned from another life and been given a second chance. He felt that if he had remained in that vision for even a little longer, he might have died as well.

Henrik’s eyes trembled as he looked toward the carriage where Aldrian was sitting.

’Dangerous. It is too dangerous. He is truly dangerous,’ he thought.

’Sir, what are the troops we were going to leave here supposed to do?’ his vice commander’s voice transmission came through, pulling him out of his fear.

’No, I retract that order. Let us go back. Don’t leave anyone behind. Don’t touch this village for now,’ he replied before looking at his other troops.

"Move. We are going back to the town!" he shouted.

The others obeyed and turned around, heading back toward the town.

As they left, Aldrian saw the villagers still standing there, looking in his direction. He smiled at them and waved his hand, and the villagers finally waved back with smiles.

They had truly seen how Aldrian had easily solved their village’s problem. Commander Henrik, the mighty existence for them, seemed unable to do anything other than obey Aldrian.

They did not know what Henrik had experienced during that short conversation with Aldrian, so they did not know why he chose to retreat. The villagers only thought that Henrik did not want to cause trouble with Aldrian.

’Good luck, young master. I hope we meet again in the future,’ Valuk thought as he watched Aldrian grow farther away.

He then looked at his granddaughter, who was still waving toward Aldrian, and gently stroked her head. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

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Aldrian’s journey to the town did not encounter any problems. They managed to return within six hours, even though they were moving in a convoy and had several carriages with them. As the convoy reached the town gate, the troops stationed there did not stop them.

They continued forward, and the people on the road made way for them. Despite the crowded streets, the convoy was able to keep moving.

Their destination was a large mansion located on the other side of the town. The mansion was where the town lord resided.

After another hour of travel, they finally arrived in front of the mansion. The ones who entered the mansion grounds were Aldrian’s carriage and Henrik on his horse. Henrik himself guided Aldrian’s carriage until it stopped in front of the main door.

Of course, this caused some of the mansion’s guards and staff to raise their eyebrows, wondering why Commander Henrik was entering the mansion grounds with a goods carriage behind him. Usually, goods carriages would go through the back gate instead of the front gate.

Henrik then hopped off his horse and spoke to the butler who came to him. Aldrian could clearly hear their conversation, which was meant to notify the town lord of his visit.

After speaking with the butler, Henrik walked toward Aldrian.

"Please wait inside the mansion, uhm, uh, young master. I will go and meet my lord. However, please do not blame me if he does not wish to meet you," he said in a polite manner.

Aldrian did not say anything and stepped down from the carriage. A butler was already waiting for him in front of the main doors.

The butler wondered who Aldrian was, considering how young he appeared. Seeing the way Commander Henrik treated him, the butler believed that Aldrian’s identity was far from simple.

He then led Aldrian to a guest room, where he would wait for the town lord to arrive.

On the other side of the mansion, Henrik was on his way to the town lord’s room with a butler escorting him. When he arrived in front of the room, the butler knocked on the door before speaking.

"My lord, Commander Henrik has returned and wishes to see you."

"Come in," a man’s voice came from inside.

The butler nodded and opened the door for Henrik to enter. Once Henrik stepped inside, he saw a tall, fat middle aged man with neatly kept brown hair. A cigar rested in the man’s hand, and he released a stream of smoke from his mouth, clearly enjoying his time smoking.

At the sight of the man, sweat rolled down Henrik’s forehead and he swallowed hard. This was his lord and the highest authority of the town. The town lord of Abrum Town, Agerus Emilan.

"I did not expect you to return this quickly. I assume there was a problem. What happened?" the town lord asked in an indifferent tone.

Henrik took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, my lord. The thing is..." He then began explaining Aldrian’s existence and how he had decided to retreat while bringing Aldrian here.

After hearing the explanation, the town lord placed the cigar onto the ashtray. Seeing the fear still visible on Henrik’s face as he recounted what had happened between him and Aldrian, he understood that Aldrian was not simple.

"I see. So the one who accompanied Rokan might be someone powerful, someone who did not care going against the Beruin family." The town lord then snorted.

"What an arrogant man. Does he think that just because he is powerful, he can do whatever he wants? He will regret going against the Beruin family." He then stood up and began to walk.

"Lead me to him," he said.

"Yes, my lord," Henrik answered quickly. They then walked toward the guest room where Aldrian was already waiting.

After a few minutes, they finally arrived, and Henrik opened the door for the town lord.

The town lord saw Aldrian quietly drinking his tea. He was quite surprised by how young Aldrian looked, especially considering that he seemed far more powerful than Henrik.

However, the town lord quickly showed a displeased expression and approached him.

"I heard that you—"

Before he could finish his words, his body was suddenly pulled toward Aldrian at terrifying speed. The moment he reached him, Aldrian grasped the town lord’s head and smashed it into the table in front of him, destroying it instantly.

Henrik, who saw everything, was truly shocked. Before he could do anything, he saw Aldrian flick a finger toward him from where he sit, and his body was instantly thrown out of the room through the still open door.

After Henrik was thrown out, the door closed by itself. The nearby guards, who had heard the commotion, immediately rushed toward him.

Inside the room, Aldrian was still holding the teacup in his left hand while gripping the town lord’s head by the hair with his right. The town lord’s face was already bloodied, blood flowing from his nose and lips, as Aldrian forced his face to look at him.

"There are a few things I want to say to you," Aldrian said.