Chapter 46: Departure
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yawn

"Wow, I slept like a baby," Oasis said, stretching and yawning as he woke up.

He moved outside to the garden, inhaling the crisp morning air.

"Wow, this place is absolutely refreshing," he thought, feeling invigorated by the serene surroundings.

As Oasis stood in the garden, enjoying the tranquility, a figure suddenly appeared behind him in an instant.

The intruder launched a swift attack, but Oasis reacted quickly, blocking the strike.

"Well, well, vigilant, aren't we?" the figure said.

"Oh, Sir Lancelot, it's you," Oasis said, recognizing the man.

"Drop the formality; just call me Lancelot. If it wasn't for your master, I would have already died," Lancelot spoke warmly.

"I've been away for a month and just came back to the estate," Lancelot explained.

"I felt the array defense in the Bluefang Garden had been lifted, so I got curious. When I saw it was you, I had to surprise you."

"So, the Leader gave you 'Bluefang Garden', huh? That's great."

"The leader called me back to escort
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