Andrew had not expected to get drunk last night. It was only half a bottle of decent liquor, and he had just two glasses. Then, without realizing it, he passed out drunk.

That night, Andrew slept more soundly than ever before.

On one hand, he had confirmed that Reginald was still alive and had already escaped from Wraith Graveyard. On the other hand, he had encountered fellow countrymen in a foreign land.

Truth be told, since arriving in the Outlands, Andrew had been constantly on edge. The Ludendorff family had hunted him for no good reason, and all along the way, he was either killing people or dodging attacks.

Although throughout it all, he could not say it had been too dangerous. But ever since leaving Holtrien, he had been living a completely different kind of life. It was nothing like his days back in Chetvine, where his ladies surrounded him, and everything felt warm and steady.

Now, he lived as a wanderer, alone, fighting on his own, and moving without a fixed destination