The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508 The Catastrophe of a Hundred Years Ago

"All right, let's leave it at that for today! Contact me if you need anything." Zachary said as he continued to talk with Quillan for a while. Then, with a blink of an eye, he disappeared from Quillan's sight.

Exhaling heavily, Quillan took out his phone and made a call. When the call was answered, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Inform all Ink Pavilion members at the core disciple level or above to return to the headquarters immediately and go into seclusion. They are not allowed to leave the mountain without my permission."

"Understood, Master!" came a low voice from the other end of the line.

After hanging up the phone, Quillan looked in the direction of the mountain village once more, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. Then, he muttered to himself, "King of the West, we will meet again!"

With that, he disappeared into the nearby forest.

At the same time, Billy and his group arrived at Arthur's small courtyard and took their seats. Bessie poured tea for everyone.

"Once again, thank you, King of the West and Lord Greenleaf, for your assistance." Arthur and Bessie bowed to Billy and Adam.

Before this meeting, they had already guessed that Ink Pavilion would launch a massive attack, but they never expected it to be on such a scale, far exceeding their estimates. Without Billy and Adam's help today, their group of more than a hundred people might not have survived.

"Mr Fowler, Mrs Charleston, you're too kind!" Adam replied. "We should be thanking you on behalf of the millions of citizens in Glavale."

"Mr Fowler, Mrs Charleston, please have a seat and let's talk." Billy said, smiling.

Arthur and Bessie nodded and took their seats.

"Mr Fowler, let me introduce a brother to you." Billy smiled and gestured to Bob Stokes. "He's Bob Stokes, from Ether Mountain, and he currently serves as a deputy minister in the Central Sky Office."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Fowler." Bob stood up and greeted Arthur.

Although he was a bit unruly and had only revered the figures from Ether Mountain, he still showed the basic respect due to Arthur Fowler, the former Minister of Central Sky Office.

Furthermore, Bob had a faint suspicion that Arthur and Bessie, who had been hiding in this remote village for twenty years, might be guarding something for the benefit of all of Glavale. Such individuals deserved his respect.

"You're Bob Stokes?" Arthur looked at him and smiled. "I heard about you from someone a while ago, and the comments about you were quite positive."

"I guess it was Elder Hum who told you about me, right?" Bob scratched his head and continued, "I knew it, he must be in touch with you over here. That old man is a sly one, he just won't tell me anything about what's happening over here."

"Elder Hum? Which Elder Hum are you talking about?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"Uh... you mean it's not Otis Hum?" Bob Stokes twitched his mouth slightly.

"Of course not." Arthur smiled and waved his hand.

With that, he turned to Ian Blade and said, "If I guess correctly, this should be the Young Master of the Blade Sect, right?"

"Mr Fowler, nice to meet you, I'm Ian Blade." Ian bowed respectfully.

"Blade Lord is quite fortunate." Arthur said with a smile. "Please, have a seat and let's chat."