"I'm out to take care of some things. We can talk when I'm back. Don't spread my identity any further than this. Curse that sly old fox Rogan and his big mouth."
Hannah was crying because she was touched.
She could tell from the letter that Wilbur did not blame her.
In fact, the letter was a gesture of care.
Hannah folded up the letter, putting it into her bag carefully as she smiled.
She got to her feet, striding out of the room tall and proud with the grace of a swan.
At the same time, Wilbur was already on the way to Aucho City.
His mind was entirely on the Valley of Death now.
He also understood what Rogan was trying to do.
Exposing Wilbur's identity was just a way of taking a bit of the burden off Rogan himself for relief.
What a sly old fox.
Wilbur understood where he was coming from, though. Those Western forces were not to be messed with, and Rogan was definitely under a lot of pressure.
However, it was fine even if Wilbur's identity did get exposed.
Not everything in the world was going to work out the way he wanted it to.
Just then, the train stopped in another city. Two men and a woman boarded the train, sitting right across from Wilbur.
Both parties exchanged a friendly glance and smiled. They were all from the East.
It was quite a lucky coincidence to be able to run into someone of the same ethnicity in another country.
Seeing as all of them were from Dasha, everyone introduced themselves and chatted briefly.
The short-haired man who seemed to be the older of the two was named Cameron Sharpe, and the shy-looking younger lady was his sister, Catherine Sharpe.
The other slightly more muscular man was Dawson Deft, a friend of the siblings.
The three friends were avid lovers of adventure and had been traveling around Freeca for years now.
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