Carol stood there, frozen, seemingly unable to believe what she was hearing.
A moment later, he suddenly stood up, overturned the chair he was sitting on, and rushed towards the tavern door without looking back.
"Carol, you bastard, wait for me!" Aldenan quickly stood up, apologized to the surprised diners around him, and then ran out of the bar.
Carol sprinted through the streets of Waiting Island like a raging rhinoceros, smashing aside any obstacle in his path without hesitation, whether it was a street stall or a fence.
Carroll sprinted southwards.
At the griffin outpost built at the southernmost tip of Wailing Island, a dwarf beast tamer standing on a high platform, scrubbing the back of a griffin with a horsehair brush, caught a glimpse of a two-meter-tall green-skinned orc charging towards him at full speed from the foot of the mountain. Startled, he widened his eyes and dropped the brush in his hand.
Carroll snatched the griffin's reins, mounted the mount, and led it to the edge of the platform.
Seeing the guards gathering below, the dwarf finally realized: "Unless it's a special envoy! Using griffins requires a warrant from the Crusader!"
Carol seemed not to hear these words at all. He squeezed his legs hard against the belly of his mount, and the griffin immediately spread its wings and slowly lifted him into the air, flying towards Twilight City.
The dwarf, terrified, rushed to the top of the watchtower and sounded the alarm horn.
Panting heavily, Aldenan looked at the griffin flying overhead and cried out in despair, "Wait for me! You green-skinned bastard! I haven't gotten up there yet! I haven't fucking gotten up there yet!"
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