Abel spent his last night at Jaren Burgess's mansion, where his host bid him farewell.
"You can stop by whenever you come to the North. Think of it as your home and come whenever you want."
Abel couldn't shake the uneasiness.
Words like those were usually ones that weren't meant to be spoken aloud. How could he feel at home when this place wasn't truly his home?
Still, he couldn't ignore the sincerity in Jaren Burgess' eyes—a desperate plea to come by just one more time.
He thought he understood the reasoning behind it.
*If you're on friendly terms with the Duke of the Empire, it could only bring benefits.*
Honestly, it wasn't a bad suggestion. Even though Burgess was part of the underworld, his connections could prove helpful in various ways. Abel nodded willingly.
"See you next time," he said.
"Yes, then I'll just take you to the entrance," Jaren replied.
