However, now was not the right time. All these border troops were under Quintin's command, and the latter valued this war even more than Adrian did. After all, this was Quintin's last war in his lifetime.

Adrian was somewhat out of the place as he walked among the troops that were getting ready to set off. Everyone else was either dressed in training uniforms or in full uniforms, while Adrian was the only one who dressed in an ordinary shirt and moved among them like an ordinary person.

In times like these, many were vigilant. A person like Adrian walking through the military camp naturally attracted attention.

"Kid! Where are you from?" Someone stopped Adrian.

Adrian did not really mind getting stopped since he knew it was their routine check. However, he still felt a bit troubled because his team members and him did not have a definite identity among the frontier force.

"I'm here to see someone," Adrian replied, but the answer clearly didn't satisfy the person blocking his way.