Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3091

Inside the hall, Andrew and his group took their seats once more.

Tobiah sat in the place of honor, his expression more relaxed and joyful than ever before. When he looked at Andrew, his eyes were filled with gratitude.

Knox sat beside Rinnah, talking to her nonstop. She was crying tears of joy, repeatedly expressing her thanks to Andrew. Although Andrew could not understand her words, the gratitude was unmistakable.

Othniel sat on the opposite side of the hall, facing Andrew. After a long silence, he shook his head bitterly. "I was outmatched, and my temper got the better of me. If you hadn't spared my life just now, I'd probably be dead already. A warrior dies, and so be it. But my people would have been left with no one to guard them. If that happened, I would have become the eternal sinner of the Highland Tribe."

Tobiah spoke up. "Don't beat yourself up too much. It's not too late to make things right."

Othniel nodded and looked at Andrew. "I still haven't asked your name, sir."

Andrew smiled. "It's all in the past. Mr. Fernsby, we're friends of Knox. My name's Andrew Lloyd, and I'm from the Wastelands."

Othniel's expression shifted slightly. "The Wastelands haven't been peaceful lately. I heard the Ludendorff family is on its last legs, getting crushed by the Cathedral and the Dragonfang. I didn't expect that someone as young as you would be running Dragonfang."

Andrew waved his hand dismissively. "I only just took over Dragonfang recently. Mr. Fernsby, I heard you mention earlier that you're in charge of defending the Highland Tribe's mountain fortress, correct?"

Othniel replied seriously, "That's right. Our tribe is backed into a corner here, and we can't find any other suitable place to settle. That's why we're locked in this endless fight with the werewolves."

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