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Chapter 1572: Chapter 479: Encountering a Love Rival When Leaving the City? Chapter 1572: Chapter 479: Encountering a Love Rival When Leaving the City? PS, Kavin, the content is as the subject.

Although the members of the Revolutionary Army didn’t understand why their leader had solved all problems after just one night in Giant Spirit City,
the fact was as it was.

After gathering in the city, Sophia Jones immediately distributed maps and supplies, and soon after, the group assembled and set out.

Oh.

And there was an additional “mysterious person” in the team.

Leonard Churchill’s identity was something Sophia had not elaborated on for the time being.

Firstly, because there was no hurry;
secondly, after consulting with each other, they felt that there might be unforeseen events during the journey, and it would be better for him to use a disguised identity.

The cadre of the Revolutionary Army were all comrades-in-arms who had fought alongside each other, sharing an unbreakable trust and tacit understanding.

Even though there was a stranger in the team, no one had any intention of probing.

If Sophia said he was a friend, then he was a friend to everyone else.

Curious as they might be, they showed ample goodwill towards Leonard.

…

At the end of the Craftsman District Street lay the West City Gate of Giant Spirit City, the essential route to the Beast Mountain Range.

The streets were bustling with adventurers carrying swords, shields, crossbows, and packs.

The twenty or so members of the Great Sword Mercenary Corps didn’t stand out.

It was the Revolutionary Army’s first time on the Southern Continent, and they were all very excited. Sophia had briefly outlined the exploration plan for the Magical Beast Forest, and that had already sparked intense anticipation among everyone.

They thought they had left in a rush.

But unexpectedly, their leader’s plan was already very comprehensive.

Details ranging from the routes and landforms to the distribution of Demon Beasts and possible dangers were all listed.

The members of the Revolutionary Army were not only warriors but also veteran adventurers.

They could tell from a glance at the exploration plan that it was crafted by an expert.

To plan a route’s details so meticulously meant that the planner had to have at least a hundredfold the usual information.

This was not something an ordinary Information Merchant could achieve.

The people they had tried to find last night definitely couldn’t have.

In Giant Spirit City, it would be the capability only of some large-scale information organizations.

Therefore, their curiosity about the mysterious person’s identity in the team grew even more.

…

At the West City Gate, there was a temporary reception spot by the Mercenary Guild.

Teams heading for the Magical Beast Forest would make their last record of travel here.

The intelligence provided by the Mercenary Guild required Points to access, which was the most crucial source of information for ordinary people.

Hence, most adventurers would accept missions that coincided with their travel plans in order to increase their Points and access level.

To avoid drawing attention, Leonard had previously accepted a few convenient missions with Sophia from the guild, as they too needed to record their tracks.

It was midday, and there were still many teams heading toward the Magical Beast Forest.

The lines stretched for nearly a kilometer, slowly moving out of the city.

The Revolutionary Army was composed of experts, skilled in disguise on a regular basis, and so the group of over twenty blended inconspicuously with the crowd.

Leonard was observing quietly. When he noticed individuals with wandering gazes among the adventurers and the city guards, he knew they were official personnel and gave them an extra glance.

Sophia spoke seldom while outside, simply queuing in silence.

She noticed Leonard’s gaze and, detecting the experts hidden among the crowd, whispered a question: “Is there a problem?”

As a leader on the Southern Continent, replete with formidable individuals, she had to be more cautious than her comrades.

Leonard replied indifferently, “No. This is what I told you about earlier. See that Mercenary Group up ahead? They’re likely to be Holy Dragon Knights in disguise from the Holy Church. It looks like there’s a major situation in the Death Domain, prompting the church to send its core troops to get involved…”

“Hmm.”

At this reassurance, Sophia’s caution faded from her eyes.

Last night, Leonard had told her a lot about the situation on the Southern Continent, and she knew what his words implied.

If she was unaware, she would indeed suspect that these arrangements targetted their Revolutionary Army.

Given their full-of-holes disguised identities from yesterday, they couldn’t withstand such seemingly relaxed yet secretly stringent scrutiny.

As thoughts whirled in her mind, Sophia glanced at her side, feeling an inexplicable sense of security.

With this guy around, she really had much less to worry about.

At least now he had prepared for everything.

The city exit procession moved swiftly, and before long, they were about to leave the city.

But at this moment, an unexpected interlude occurred.

A group of mercenaries clad in gleaming armor hurried over, led by a blond man: “Yo, isn’t this the Great Sword Group? What a surprise!”

Leonard glanced at them. The insignia with the long lance knight on their uniforms was easy to recognize; they were from one of the top Mercenary Groups on the Southern Continent, the “King’s Knight Mercenary Group.”

Sophia looked at the arrivals, quietly explained: “When we first came to Giant Spirit City, it was these guys who were the main escorts for the Rainbow Consortium. We’ve met a few times, and they wanted to recruit us. I ignored them…”

The Revolutionary Army cadre looked at the newcomers with a hint of frustration on their faces as if flies had surrounded them.

The Chief Nurse, Bonnie, was right by them. She and Sophia were close friends.

Seeing the close relationship between Leonard and Sophia, Bonnie had an inkling of something and, hearing this, added, “That guy’s name is William, seems like he’s a subgroup leader of the King’s Knights. He must be here for the leader…”

…

Hearing this, Leonard’s lips curled into a smile.

In the Southern Continent, those named “William” were usually golden-haired playboys.

This information was sufficient to infer a complete thread of cause and effect.