The round-faced monk was interrupted by Donovan's raised hand. "No need for more words. Just go," Donovan said."Yes." The round-faced monk shot Dustin a glare and left in a hurry."Edvan, take Mr. Rhys to the back of the mountain. Make sure to protect his safety," Donovan added."Abbot, what about you?" The monk in the yellow robe furrowed his brow in concern. Before becoming a monk, he served as the commander of the Prince of Carsonne's guards. He had never left the prince's side. Now, he was reluctant to leave the abbot and escort a stranger down the mountain."With Fedrick and Clarick here, I won't be in danger. You two, go quickly. Don't delay," Donovan instructed."Yes," Edvan said nothing more, immediately leading Dustin out the door. Before leaving, Dustin glanced back at Donovan, who had once again entered a state of meditation, continuing his recitation."Mr. Rhys, this way, please," Edvan led Dustin into the monastery's backyard, opened a hidden door, and went in f
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