Chapter 1513: Chapter 568: Farewell (Part 3)

Upon hearing this, the Dean felt as if he had swallowed a fly, uncomfortable.

How could he not know that Ren Zhong’s words were mere excuses?

The reputation of Nanxiang Marquis Liu An was indeed foul, but that was in the past.

Now, you have been officially titled Earl Red Blade and are the 1001th Sequence Chosen One. Liu An wouldn’t dare have any crooked thoughts, would only tuck his tail between his legs, and pose no threat to you.

Yet, he couldn’t assure Ren Zhong of this conclusion.

What if something really happened?

The Dean glanced at Yang Misi, curious about the thoughts of this key person.

We clearly agreed you’d help us keep people, yet you proactively "defected," you traitor!

To think you were once the renowned academic tyrant; do you have no shame? Are you worthy of your rank, our respect for you, and deserving of us spending personal fortunes and calling in favors to retrieve you from the talent freezing reserve, bringing you across the Star Gate from afar!

Where is your conscience?

Despite these grievances, upon seeing Yang Misi suddenly lose his smile and assume an unwelcoming demeanor, the Dean only trembled momentarily, slowly saying, "Earl Red Blade, Elder Yang, please be safe on your journey."

Ren Zhong coughed lightly, "Thank you, Dean, for your kind words. Honestly, over the past two and a half years at the Far Border Branch, I have made significant contributions and enjoyed working with everyone. Time is abundant; once I’ve settled the Red Blade Clan, I’ll return when the time is right."

"Certainly! I hope we can work together again." The Dean showed a look of anticipation, but his heart was already filled with sorrow.

Enough.

Tired.

This broken world, not a single reliable person, all of them ungrateful wolves.

He watched Ren Zhong and Yang Misi standing side by side on the small spacecraft, as it forayed gently towards Wangjiang City below.

The Dean finally lost his composure, wanting to curse loudly but finding himself at a loss for words.

After all, the Dean was a scholarly person, not one to mix in the marketplace, unable to spew eloquent words.

After struggling for a while, he only managed to say, "Damn it! The Fold Jump Battleship hasn’t been completed yet! Not yet! Damn it!"

...

"Marvell, my brother, thank you for your hospitality over the past three years."

In Marvell Louis’s office, Ren Zhong spoke with his hands behind his back.

Marvell stood beside him, saying emotionally, "I knew you’d eventually return to the Nanxiang Star Cluster."

"Of course. My people can’t be without me." Ren Zhong turned to look at Marvell as he spoke.

He recalled when they met nearly three years ago, Marvell Louis appeared young, with brunette curls full of vigor, a tall and slender figure exuding heroism.

Now, less than three years later, Marvell has developed quite a bit of gray hair, interspersed throughout, with more wrinkles on his face and his skin looking duller.

Over these three years, he has aged significantly.

Like Ren Zhong, Marvell Louis hasn’t undergone cold sleep during the past two years, yet while Ren Zhong’s appearance has barely changed, aside from a few crow’s feet created from Chen Hanyu’s advice, Marvell Louis seems to have crossed a decade.

Marvell seemed aware Ren Zhong noticed his aged appearance, and he proactively explained, "Ren Zhong, my brother, as various intelligence has gradually returned, the war clouds are thickening. Our scouts have found large-scale military movements within the Ascender Civilization. Thus, I’ve changed my past rule, staying awake; it’ll likely continue as such. I aim to rapidly unleash the military potential of the Marquis Zhenjiang Mansion, reaching back to peak strength, no rest possible."

Ren Zhong responded, "You’ve worked too hard."

"Serving the Marquis is my duty. But as we part, I’m unsure if we’ll meet again in this life. I reckon when you next visit Wangjiang Star, war will likely have broken out. My thoughts are conflicted; I wish to see you alive, yet it means war starting early. If postponed fifty years, I might no longer be here."

Marvell lamented.

Ren Zhong acknowledged, equally sentimental, saying, "I intended to bid farewell to Qi Qi in person, but reconsidered and found it unrealistic."

"It’s okay, you’ll undoubtedly reunite with the Marquis, so no need to say goodbye." Saying this, Marvell gestured.

The office door opened, and a youth with similar auburn curls entered.

The young man bore an eight or nine-point resemblance to Marvell but was much younger, somewhat immature, quite charming and handsome, looking at Ren Zhong with curiosity and nerves.

"Ren Zhong, this is my brother Bourbon Louis. After my death, he’ll inherit my Earl title and continue serving the Marquis. I hope you can extend our friendship to Bourbon. He’s a fine lad too."

Ren Zhong replied, "Okay."

...

The cold sleep era allows Ren Zhong to collaborate with people from a million years ago, even forming alliances with humans from millions of years prior. However, it also hinders the formation of lasting friendships.

Everyone is always pushed forward by time and often due to differing positions and roles, turning a simple farewell into an eternal parting.

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