The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 517

Chapter 517 Arrived

At the same time, Cassian, who had been staying in a guest room at Tranquil Manor, once again found his thoughts fle during cultivation.

He picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, a rare trace of worry surfacing in his usually cold and emotionless eyes,

Although he trusted that Raven would never betray him, he couldn’t stand the content presence of random men trying to get close to her.

The mere thought of Raven possibly getting involved with that so–called “Thorian completely ruined his focus for

cultivation.

After hesitating for a moment, Cassian stood up, changed into a fresh set of clothes, and left the courtyard after briefly informing George.

At that moment, the front entrance of Tranquil Manor was unusually lively. It was surrounded by a sizable crowd, a stark contrast to the usual quiet.

Somehow, news that George was staying at Tranquil Manor had spread to the major families of Broson City Early in the morning, people began arriving at the gate, hoping for a chance to meet the legendary figure.

Heads of powerful families and factions from both within Broson City and beyond were now gathered at the gate, eyes full of anticipation as they stared at the tightly closed doors.

“What a shame. Mr. Brown usually doesn’t see visitors. I wonder if we’ll be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him today “I heard he came to Broson City looking for his disciple. I wonder who that lucky person is. Being chosen as Mr. Brown’s disciple must be extremely lucky.”

“I dream about becoming his disciple. Honestly, even if I could just serve at his side as a servant, I’d consider myself blessed!”

As the crowd chatted animatedly, Cassian pushed open the courtyard door and stepped out.

Cassian frowned slightly at the sight of the crowd gathered outside the courtyard.

Tranquil Manor was usually a quiet, secluded place. He hadn’t expected it to be swarming with people today.

The moment the people outside saw his elegant demeanor and commanding presence, they instinctively mistook him for George.

“Mr. Brown, I’m the commander of the world’s fifteenth–ranked mercenary group. I’ve come all this way hoping for an audience with you!”

The crowd was stunned by the way he vanished. His movements were so fluid and profound that their certainty only deepened.