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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 2809

Valerie let out a cold laugh. “I’m not wasting my breath on you people. But I’ll remember your faces—so you’d better watch yourselves next time.”

She reached into Andrew’s jacket and pulled out the letter. Andrew spoke steadily, his voice calm and composed. “I’m Andrew of Chetvine, from the Lloyd royal family. This is a handwritten letter from our patriarch. I need to see Mr. Johnston. Please relay the message.”

The moment the words Lloyd royal family were spoken, the apprentices froze in shock.

Behind them, a young apprentice who looked no more than fifteen suddenly lit up with excitement. “Andrew of the Lloyd royal family? You mean—the famous Dragon Prince of Holtrien?”

Before Andrew could answer, Valerie lifted her chin proudly. “At least someone here has eyes. Yes, he’s Holtrien’s one and only Dragon Prince.”

The boy stared at Andrew, scanning him from head to toe. Then his brows knit together in confusion. “But Mr. Baker said you were already crippled. For a martial artist to be injured this badly is almost unheard of. Even a legendary master couldn’t completely save you.”

He swallowed before continuing, “At best, they could keep you alive. But then… you wouldn’t be the Lloyd family’s Dragon Prince anymore. A Dragon Prince can’t be a cripple.”

Valerie’s face drained of color—then twisted violently with rage. “You little brat, what the hell did you just say about him? I’ll rip that filthy mouth right off your face!”

She raised her hand, ready to strike.

“Valerie, stop it!” Andrew barked.

She froze, then turned her head away, her lips trembling as frustration and helpless anger welled up inside her. She had personally examined Andrew’s injuries. They were impossible to cure. Yet he still insisted on coming to Mount Lourneau, and she hadn’t been able to refuse him.

What terrified her most was that she had no idea what came next.

The boy was immediately smacked on the back of the head by an older apprentice. “Noel, watch your mouth! Go stand over there—and remember to show respect to guests.”

The teen, Noel Forbes, lowered his head and muttered, “Got it… I didn’t mean to be rude. I just think it’s such a shame. The Lloyd family’s Dragon Prince is one of Holtrien’s greatest heroes. Omari told me he used to fight alongside him.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Omari? You mean Omari Tate?”

Noel brightened instantly. “Yes! Omari said he served with you in the same organization. He said that group is the pride of every martial artist in Holtrien.”

Andrew smiled faintly. “Omari wasn’t exaggerating.”

Valerie blinked in surprise. “Omari Tate? He was once an apprentice of Mount Lourneau?”

Andrew nodded. “I didn’t expect it either. Omari hid it well.”

But when he thought about it, it wasn’t strange at all. The organization Andrew had once belonged to had gathered the brightest talents from every corner of Holtrien—and even from overseas factions. Omari had been a member of Andrew’s squad, though he had passed away long ago.

“Since you have a letter, please wait here,” said the eldest of the gatekeeping apprentices, their senior. He took the letter and headed into the mountain compound.

Valerie’s eyes lit up. “We’ll get to see Mr. Johnston now! I’ll beg him to heal all your injuries!”

Noel hesitated, then couldn’t help speaking again. “M-Miss… forgive me for saying this, but I have to be honest. The Dragon Prince’s injuries… can’t be healed.”

He swallowed hard. “A martial artist’s meridians and energy core are like irrigation channels on a farm. Our mentor taught us that once those channels collapse, the crops stop growing and the fields die. When that happens, the farmers starve.”

His voice grew quieter with each sentence as Valerie’s expression darkened.

The other two apprentices hurried forward and bowed deeply to Andrew. “Mr. Lloyd, we’re truly sorry. Noel speaks without thinking—he doesn’t know any better. Please don’t take his words to heart.”

Andrew’s face was pale, but his tone remained even. “It’s fine.”