Peter didn't know what Clyde was thinking, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have let it go just because Clyde didn't speak.
No matter how noisy it would be, he definitely would have made a fuss.
The activation of the city shield was very quick.
In just a short while, Asher noticed that the wind around him had changed.
The wind that had previously been strong enough to blow his hair side to side disappeared, and the sky above the entire city seemed to be covered by a transparent giant bowl.
Everything harmful and harmless was isolated outside this big bowl.
"Actually, it's normal for some Alliance President to feel heartache and want to discuss," Old Rothschild, standing beside Asher, said in a low voice.
Asher: "?"
Asher looked at Old Rothschild curiously, "What do you mean?"
"Once the city shield is activated, even without being attacked, after a certain number of uses it will suffer natural wear and tear and break."
This certain number of times is generally less than or equal to 5.
It's not all about excitement and thrill. Think about the expensive cost.
Branlow City isn't a city with a developed tourism or consumption industry.
Feeling heartache, isn't that very normal?
Only, this time's activation is not just a normal, casual activation.
The Tier 9 Golden Silkworm is right outside the city in the forbidden zone, and being cautious is not overdoing it.
Not to mention, this time they're the ones initiating the attack on the Golden Silkworm.
The city shield really needs to be activated.
Asher nodded.
Everyone has their difficulties.
Mutual understanding, mutual respect.
After the shield was activated, President Vance soon returned.
Asher noticed that the expression on President Vance's face had become firm again.
All hesitation, completely gone.
"Ace Peter, Ace Clyde, the two of you must eliminate this Tier 9 Golden Silkworm."
"The future peace of the people of Branlow City is entrusted to your hands," President Vance immediately stepped up and tightly grasped the hands of Peter and Clyde.
Completely ignoring the stiff expressions on their faces.
Asher: "..."
'Ahem!'
'I kind of get what President Vance is thinking.'
At first, he wanted to negotiate to see if there were other options.
Since there weren't, then just do it.
But once they decided, it became a do-or-die, burn-the-bridges scenario. Succeed or perish.
Otherwise, ending up with nothing would be true heartbreak.
As long as the Tier 9 Golden Silkworm could be eliminated, activating one shield is no big deal.
Asher: 'Very practical thinking! Not bad!'
At this moment, President Vance had already finished shaking hands with Peter and Clyde, and came over to Old Rothschild and Asher.
Toward Old Rothschild, President Vance still recognized him.
After all, he's the Beast Tamer of the newly promoted Dragon King. President Vance thought for a moment and identified Old Rothschild's identity.
"Troubling you, old sir," President Vance held Old Rothschild's hands with a sincere expression.
Then President Vance walked up to Asher.
Looking at the overly young Asher, President Vance clearly hesitated for a moment.
Then, President Vance remembered Asher's identity.
"Asher... Professor?", he said, with uncertainty in his tone.
Asher's fame needed no explanation.
President Vance had envied President Robb more than once.
'Damn it!'
'If only our Branlow City could produce such a talent, how great would that be!'
President Vance had even discussed with his secretary and vice president.
Is there a possibility, to poach Asher to Branlow City?
("In dreams, anything is possible.")
("Wash up and go to bed.")
The two of them commented mercilessly.
What?
Isn't it a bit too early to be dreaming?
Want to poach Asher?
Even if they somehow succeeded, would NY City's Beast Tamer Alliance President President Robb not go crazy?
And Asher himself would never agree.
Otherwise, if they really could poach Asher, then whether or not they had to fight over it wouldn't be such a big deal.
President Vance: "..."
President Vance refused to continue conversing with them.
And every time he saw any news related to Asher, this thought would pop up again.
However... President Vance never expected that the first time he met Asher would be under such circumstances.
For a moment, even President Vance started to doubt himself.
'No?'
'Could it be because I think about it day and night, that now I am hallucinating in broad daylight?'
'Otherwise, why would Asher be here?'
Old Rothschild's Jargon Dragon King could be said to have a certain restraining effect on those insect-type beasts.
Coming to help was perfectly reasonable.
But Asher?
President Vance was completely puzzled.
In the end, he still thought he was dreaming.
Asher didn't understand President Vance's complicated expression and shifting emotions: "..."
That said, he was sure of one thing, this President Vance definitely wasn't thinking of anything particularly polite.
"I'm here to help," Asher said with a helpless smile.
President Vance: "Huh?"
President Vance was confused, "But Professor Asher, what could you possib—"
"Mmph!", President Vance hadn't finished his sentence when the vice president beside him elbowed him in the stomach and forcibly cut him off.
President Vance's expression was one of great pain but forced endurance, trying to maintain his composure and image.
The vice president glanced at him, twitched his mouth, and walked up next to him.
Cursing inwardly, while also helping to smooth things over.
"Sorry, our president meant no offense," The more mature and steady vice president looked at Asher sincerely and said, "He's just too anxious and spoke without thinking."
"Professor Asher, please don't take it to heart."
Asher: "..."
"It's fine," Asher waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.
"It's also normal for President Vance to have doubts."
"After all, I'm known for pet research, not pet battles. It's hard to believe I'd be one of the main combatants," Asher said with a light smile, appearing genuinely unconcerned.
The vice president, however, was especially serious, "No matter what, since Professor Asher has come to help, we must show proper attitude."
"It was our president who was too reckless."
"I'll definitely talk to him about it later!"
President Vance wanted to say something. Before he could open his mouth, he was again forcibly interrupted.
The vice president gave President Vance a sinister glare.
'Stay mute, got it?'
President Vance nodded submissively.
President Vance dared not be angry.
'Damn it!'
'What other Beast Tamer Alliance president is like me?'
President Vance muttered complaints in his heart but remained very obedient in action.
He was used to it anyway.
Asher watched the two interacting as if no one else was there, a bit unsure what to say.
Forget it, other people's business, doesn't concern him much.
"Then will the four of you depart now?", The vice president pushed President Vance aside and took control of the situation.
And looked even more imposing than President Vance.
Finally, Clyde stepped forward, "Yes, right now."
"The four of us are enough. You don't need to send anyone with us."
"The situation with the Tier 9 Golden Silkworm is complex. With more people, we won't be able to protect everyone."
The vice president nodded upon hearing this.
No objections at all.
Just follow Ace Clyde's instructions.
Absolutely no dragging others down.
Their Branlow City couldn't help much with this battle. What they could do was be as obedient as possible.
Clyde saw this and nodded in satisfaction.
Sometimes, some things, what you fear isn't teammates doing nothing. But them overthinking, yet doing nothing effectively, becoming burdens and making everyone unhappy.
Cities like Branlow City that are obedient, Clyde was quite satisfied with.
"Then we'll depart now," Clyde said, glancing at Asher.
Among the four, Asher was the least secure.
Clyde and Peter were both Tier 8 Ace Beast Tamers, each with a Tier 9 pet, two Tier 8 pets, and three Tier 6 to Tier 7 pets.
In terms of protecting their own safety, absolutely no problem.
Even Old Rothschild also had an Tier 8 Jargon Dragon King.
No need to say more.
Absolutely no problem protecting himself.
But when it came to Asher...
"Swamp Monster," Peter released his Tier 8 Swamp Monster with a backhand wave.
"Responsible for protecting Professor Asher," Peter gave the order to Swamp Monster.
Swamp Monster's eyes lit up when it saw Asher.
"wu—wuwu—", It let out a short then two long, urgent and excited cry.
Clyde and Old Rothschild didn't understand, and looked at Swamp Monster's squirming muddy body with even more confused expressions.
'Wait?'
'Why does Swamp Monster look so excited?'
Actually, Asher who understood what Swamp Monster was saying: "..."
Let's just say, his feelings were complicated.
Asher never expected, his previous disappearance not only left Peter with psychological trauma, but even left some shadow in Swamp Monster's heart.
Swamp Monster was thinking about how to redeem itself and start over.
Asher helplessly let Swamp Monster cling to him, following him closely.
The group quickly arrived near the city wall.
"Aren't there any Beast Tamers guarding the wall?", Asher took one look and noticed that the wall was completely quiet, not a single person.
'Clearly abnormal.'
Normally, the wall outside a forbidden zone would have Beast Tamers guarding it.
"Not suitable," Clyde explained patiently.
"The reproduction speed and capability of the Golden Silkworm... all exceed normal imagination. You'll understand when you see it."
While speaking, Clyde glanced over, eyes filled with complexity.
Asher rubbed his chin.
'My damn curiosity.'
After hearing the descriptions from Peter and Clyde, Asher still felt curious, itching to know more.
'What kind of situation would make both of them describe it like that?'
'Even the city gate is close.'
"Ground travel isn't suitable. We'll go by air," Clyde said, then summoned a massive Flame Dragon with a flick of his hand.
Asher: "!"
Flame Dragon.
Dragon + Fire-type pet.
Massive membranous wings with visible bone structure, very much fitting the stereotypical Western dragon image, with fire-red skin, a long tail, and flames burning at the tips of its wings.
Asher's eyes went wide.
'This is a Flame Dragon?'
Asher slightly regretted not going to see the Flame Dragon King before.
'As a Dragon King, the Flame Dragon King must be even more imposing.'
Maybe guessing what Asher was thinking, the Flame Dragon lowered its head and gave Asher a direct stare.
Clyde immediately noticed his Flame Dragon's action and was a bit surprised: "Hmm?"
"Flame Emperor rarely pays attention to anyone besides me, his Beast Tamer. Professor Asher, do you have something on you that Flame Emperor likes or a scent it's drawn to?", Asher was silent for a moment.
Not because of what Clyde said. But because of what Clyde called the Flame Dragon.
'Flame Emperor... good lord!'
'The Flame Dragon can't be called Flame Dragon King, so you named it Flame Emperor?'
'It's certainly imposing.'
'Just afraid if the Flame Dragon King hears it, he might be tempted to beat you up.'
'But thinking again, a Tier 9 Flame Dragon named Flame Emperor doesn't seem too unreasonable, right?'
"Maybe I just have good affinity with beasts," Asher shrugged, speaking the truth.
His innate skill gave him invincible pet affinity. How could that not count as good affinity?
He wasn't lying.
Clyde: "..."
'I'll just pretend to believe your nonsense.'
'But if it's not that reason...', Clyde couldn't think of any other.
Clyde looked at its good partner, hoping its good partner could give a reasonable explanation.
Flame Dragon: "?"
'Explanation?'
'What's that?'
'Is it something edible?'
Looking at Flame Dragon's bright and dumb big eyes, Clyde fell into silence.
"Your Flame Dragon looks kind of dumb," At this moment, Peter was still seriously nodding on the side and said, "Calling it 'Flame Emperor' seems kind of unfitting."
President Vance and Vice President, who were responsible for seeing them out of the city: "?"
Upon hearing this, the two of them blinked.
They sized up the Flame Dragon.
Then sized it up again.
'Wait, what?
'Like, is there some misunderstanding between them?'
'Otherwise, why would Ace Peter think Flame Dragon looks kind of dumb?'
'This gaze clearly has such dominance it could scare someone into tears, right?'
But what surprised them more was that Clyde didn't refute Peter's words, and instead fell into a strange silence.
"Let's not talk about this," Clyde proactively changed the topic, "What about your pet beast?"
Clyde's gaze fell on Peter, "You can't just summon a single Swamp Monster, right?"
"But speaking of which...", Clyde dragged out his voice.
Peter: "!"
Peter instinctively perked up his ears.
He had a bad feeling. He just felt that whatever Clyde was going to say next wouldn't be nice.
But Peter couldn't interrupt Clyde, so he could only keep listening.
"That dumb vine of yours, doesn't seem like it can fly, right?", Clyde looked at Peter with a smile, mercilessly poking at Peter's sore spot.
"Actually, not just the dumb vine. You don't have any flying-type pet beasts at all, right?"
Peter: "..."
Peter seemed to be choked.
An indignant expression appeared on Peter's face.
"Does Ace Peter not have a contracted flying-type pet beast?"
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