Phew...
Darryl sighed in relief when he saw that there were not many soldiers on patrol outside the tent.
Fortunately, he was witty enough to compete with Natalie in an internal energy duel. Otherwise, their fight would have attracted more Raksasa soldiers from the entire camp.
Darryl rejoiced in his heart, but he had no time to think. He carried on his search at the tents ahead.
However, the Raksasa Camp was too big, and there were so many tents. Darryl had no clue, and he became more anxious.
What?
Finally, when he arrived near a specific tent, Darryl found very few soldiers guarding it. He also heard women's voices from within the tent.
"Shentel... this is not the way to go."
"Yes, but the Raksasa King is missing. The Honorable Son has the final say now. I think this is a good sign that perhaps the Raksasa Tribe can make peace with the Nine Mainland."
Darryl quivered when he heard those voices—they were from Debra and Shentel. Darryl had a deep affection for Debra. They had not seen each other for a few months, but he could identify her voice easily.
Darryl did not think much about it; he went into the tent directly.
He was delighted when he was inside the tent.
He saw Debra and Shentel on an animal skin platform as they talked about the battle earlier in the day.
"You—"
Shentel and Debra were shocked when they noticed that someone had broken into their tent. When they saw that it was Darryl, they were even more shocked.
"Darryl, why are you here?" Shentel asked after a few seconds of shock.
Debra did not speak, but she retreated a few steps backward. After she lost her memories, Debra had a bad impression of Darryl, so she remained vigilant. When he had entered the battlefield and showed his exceptional commanding ability, it still did not make Debra change her mind.
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