Chapter 1569: Chapter 85: Let’s Discuss the First Matter First

Who is he?

This is the shared thought in everyone’s mind at the moment.

What qualifies him to talk to Edgeworth, the Mission Elder of the Red Stone Clan?

Could he be from the White Armor Tribe?

Some people in the mission scanned the White Armor Tribe’s side with uncertain gazes, only to find that Alva and Isaiah were looking on with surprised expressions.

[Even the people of the White Armor Tribe don’t know!?]

Then who is this guy who suddenly attacked Elder Edgeworth!

Especially the devastating effect of that kick.

Chaos ensued!

Outside the tent, thirty Black Water Guards and fifty Red Stone Guards instantly eyed each other red-eyed, all stepping forward simultaneously.

Inside the tent, those who entered with Edgeworth and Kemmler all prepared to attack.

But at that moment, Isaiah raised a fist and roared angrily, and the warriors confronting the White Armor Clan simultaneously stepped forward, holding axes.

"Roar!"

"No weapons are allowed in the Star Tent!"

Isaiah roared, and the lion-like voice instantly stunned the scene into silence.

But the bloodied Red Stone Elder Edgeworth covered his collapsed chest with his hand, and shouted angrily, "Isaiah, I didn’t expect you to willingly endure the entire prairie’s disdain! You’ve betrayed the contract under the stars!"

"Shut up! He is not from our White Armor Tribe."

Isaiah’s angry shout once again plunged the hall into an eerie silence.

Not from the White Armor Tribe?

Then who is he!?

The Black Water Clan’s top warrior Kemmler swung his left hand to the side at the words and yelled, "Vine stick!"

A long stick formed by intertwined black vines spun as it flew to Kemmler, who grabbed it fiercely. As it landed in his palm, it spun into an illusion, and after several intertwined afterimages flashed, Kemmler posed with a two-handed stick attack stance.

Originally wrapped in fish skin armor, Kemmler’s joints unknowingly became covered with vine armor.

Now his gaze was fixed on Mu Fan.

Just a moment ago, that person’s kick actually forced him away.

The terrifying power transmitted by that kick made him feel guarded as if facing a formidable enemy.

He couldn’t believe that the rhino-like stomping force came from the thin body across him.

"You... who are you... what qualifications do you have... to talk to me! Attacking the Red Stone Mission, you’re doomed." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Edgeworth gasped deeply, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Mu Fan.

Yet the gray-haired young man’s gaze showed no fluctuation. His eyes barely swept over Kemmler and Edgeworth’s faces before directly landing in a corner of the tent, where a girl was sobbing and smiling with tears all over her face.

"S...sir, are you no longer angry with Nuonuo, right?" Bead-sized tears rolled down her cheeks onto the ground.

The girl’s timid and soft voice seemed to fear that speaking a little louder would shatter this dream before her, and that tender voice carried a pitiful sadness that tugged at the heartstrings.

In an instant, all shocked and stunned glances simultaneously fell on the girl.

It seemed the White Armor Tribe’s Goddess knew that man.

Like the sun’s child, Alva at this moment felt a fierce tug in his heart.

He looked at Mu Fan with hostility, clenching his teeth.

Yet his deep love kept him from speaking or acting at that moment.

He was a man aspiring to be the Star’s Child, and he should have the broadest heart, not condescend to disturb his beautiful vision in this manner.

The soft, timid voice struck his heart like a bullet, and for the first time, Mu Fan’s body visibly trembled.

His lips trembled, shaking his head as he took large strides forward.

"Nu... Nuonuo, I’m sorry..."

For the first time, Mu Fan’s voice trembled, his heart strong as steel now throbbing with pain.

He couldn’t imagine how Nuonuo spent those days.

At that moment, the girl finally let out a cry, all her psychological defenses crumbling as she leapt toward the figure she longed for countless times.

Mu Fan displayed a pure smile on his face, spreading his arms wide and tightly embraced that soft body amidst hundreds of gazing eyes inside and outside the tent.

A faint girl’s fragrance lingered at his nose.

Mu Fan grinned silently, letting the girl’s tears soak his chest.

"Nuonuo, we’re home now."

"Wuuu..." The girl nodded heavily after removing all disguises and defenses.

The warm chest finally appeared truly before her.

Finally, those strong arms held her tightly again.

This isn’t a dream.

It’s really not a dream!

...

Isaiah displayed a shocked expression.

Alva stood petrified in place, his mind blank.

Even those who rushed to the tent’s door like Lance, had their mouths agape with astonishment.

Through the torn tent door witnessing this scene, little Enoch stood like a log, forgetting to release even as Aunt took Dad’s hand, still grabbing Dad’s sleeve tightly.

As for members of the Red Stone Tribe and Black Water Tribe, their eyes uniformly displayed surprise.

[That young man is actually the sweetheart of the White Armor Tribe’s Goddess?]

If that’s the case, the earlier actions...

All the Red Stone Mission members lifted their heads again in shock.

[He’s standing up for the Goddess!]

"So the so-called Goddess has an old lover too, huh." A sinister laugh sounded as Edgeworth’s seemingly withered frame slowly grew taller and stronger. "In that case, you’re not worth those wedding gifts."

With a ripping move, he tore off his face!

The long beard and wrinkled face were ripped away, revealing a cold face covered in crossed scars.

Except for those unchanged eyes.

Edgeworth’s appearance transformed from a seventy-year-old elder into a forty-year-old man!

His hunched body shot up from less than 170 cm to nearly 190 cm before finally stopping.

At this moment, Edgeworth had utterly discarded his feeble guise.

This transformation made Isaiah and others’ pupils suddenly contract.

But the members of the Red Stone Tribe and Black Water Tribe displayed no change of color, evidently knowing Edgeworth’s disguise all along!

Because he was never the Red Stone Tribe’s diplomatic Fourth Elder Edgeworth, but his rarely seen second son—

The Disguiser, Edgewood.

...

Yet at this time, Mu Fan’s gaze still didn’t shift sidewise.

He continued to tightly hold the fragile, boneless girlish body, lowered his head, and gently spoke: "Wait for me a moment."

"Um."

The girl raised her face, tried to smile, and nodded vigorously, allowing Mu Fan to wipe the tears off her face with his fingers.

Mu Fan’s mouth curled into a grin, gently released the girl in his arms.

First, he looked towards Isaiah, who was lion-like and robust, though his breath was weak, and slightly nodded, "Thank you for taking care of Nuonuo these days, Clan Leader."

Isaiah lightly nodded, accepting Mu Fan’s goodwill, but did not reply.

Afterward, Mu Fan turned around in front of everyone’s gaze, calmly and indifferently looking at the two in the mission, depth flashing a sinister blood glow in his pupils.

"Next, let’s talk about the first thing."

"That is, learn to keep quiet when I’m speaking."

The gentle voice echoed, yet exploded like thunder.