Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3129

Soon, Petyr, dressed in red robes and accompanied by another man, entered the great hall of Abyss City's lord's mansion.

"Mr. Lloyd, we're Petyr Gillen and Fineas Dubois. It's an honor to meet you!"

The two former rulers of the City of Hope knelt respectfully.

Andrew raised his hand in acknowledgment. "Please rise, both of you."

Petyr stood up and finally dared to lift his head and look. Seeing Andrew seated in the main position, his expression became extremely complex.

This man's first stop when entering the Outlands had been his City of Hope. Back then, Andrew had been far from powerful, and as a newcomer, he had not even registered in Petyr's eyes. Yet, it had only been a short time, and Andrew had become one of the dominant powers of the Wastelands.

The restrained martial aura emanating from him was something Petyr could not read or measure. He had no idea how strong Andrew truly was, but he was certain that compared to him now, he himself was nothing more than an ant, completely insignificant.

Time had not passed quickly, but people's circumstances had changed dramatically. Back then, Petyr had been a noble in the City of Hope, extremely proud, but now he was a refugee seeking refuge with a young man he had never imagined would become a regional power.

Bitterness appeared on his face as Petyr got on his knees again. "Please, sir, take in this humble one, along with my family and followers."

Andrew looked surprised. "City of Hope is far from the center of the Wastelands war. Why would you come here to me, asking for shelter?"

The bitterness deepened as Petyr replied, "I dare not hide it from you, but the City of Hope has been destroyed. Not just the City of Hope, but other small cities across the Wastelands have also fallen into the flames of war one after another, some destroyed, others surrendered. In short, none have been able to remain unscathed."

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