Upon returning to the estate, Alaric headed to his father's study to report what he had heard from William.
"Barbarians…" Lucas frowned.
He participated in the war with the barbarians a few decades ago. The battle made him famous and cemented his name as one of the strongest in the empire.
He dribbled his fingers on the table, seemingly in deep thought.
"The Barbarian King is not a foolish man. Something must have happened for him to send his warriors near our borders." Lucas muttered.
"I think so too." Alaric nodded in agreement.
Lucas stared at his son and said. "This matter is indeed suspicious, but let's leave it for the time being. We have more important matters to take care of."
Alaric was taken aback. "What is it, Dad?" He asked with a baffled look.
Lucas adjusted his sitting posture before he replied with a smile. "What else? Of course your wedding!"
