Socially anxious people transmigrate to another world; living in seclusion is too difficult.

Su Yang retraced his steps, but fortunately, his memory was good enough to allow him to discern directions. He used cloud elements to fly and headed home.

As he soared into the sky, looking at the distant mountains, the setting sun hung halfway up the mountainside, partially obscured by patches of rosy clouds, like a woman playing the pipa, her face half-hidden. The crimson glow of the sunset ignited the sky. As Su Yang flew, he admired the afterglow of the sunset before him, feeling increasingly grateful for his good fortune. If he were in his original world, he probably wouldn't have had the time or opportunity to witness such a sight.

"If only there weren't so many conflicts in this world, I could just live a peaceful, carefree life until I die." Su Yang closed his eyes, quietly feeling the lingering warmth of the setting sun. Suddenly, the detection radar detected many points of light, about six or seven of which were lined up in a row, while the other six or seven were irregularly distributed on both sides.

Sensing this situation, Su Yang opened his eyes and looked at the ground, but the forest below was too dense to see the ground through the canopy. Su Yang couldn't help but wonder why anyone would come to such a remote place. But since he couldn't see it, he didn't care and continued to fly forward.

In the woods, six or seven men and women, dressed in tattered clothes, walked forward in a line. Upon closer inspection, they all bore scars of varying depths, their hands were tightly bound, and they were connected by ropes, clearly dressed as prisoners. On either side of them, six or seven people dressed in black, wearing masks, and carrying weapons followed closely, seemingly escorting the prisoners.

"Boss, why don't we take a break? We've been walking all afternoon," one of the men in black suggested, panting slightly.

“Yeah, boss, fourth brother is right, the brothers are all tired.” Another man in black chimed in.

Seeing this, the others echoed his sentiments. Upon hearing this, the man in black, who was called the leader, stopped and turned around, saying coldly, "We've already given you two extra days. The deadline is the day after tomorrow. If you don't speed things up today, do you all want to lose your heads the day after tomorrow?"

Upon hearing their leader's words, the others tacitly shut their mouths and followed in his footsteps. The few men who looked like prisoners had also been walking for a long time. With their injuries, their condition was naturally worse than that of the men in black. At this moment, one of them had completely lost his strength and collapsed backward.

As soon as he fell, the others, connected by ropes, were pulled down by his weight and fell to the ground. This immediately angered the men in black. One of them pulled out a whip from behind and lashed it hard at the fallen men, ordering them to keep going. But they were all too weak to stand up, even after being whipped. Seeing this, the man in black dropped the whip, drew his sword, walked to the first man to faint, and plunged the sword straight into his heart, decisively ending his life.

Then the man in black turned to look at the crowd and said viciously, "If you don't get up, you'll end up like him!" Seeing how ruthless the man in black was, even the others who had no strength struggled to their feet and staggered forward.

"You deserve a beating, ptooey!" The man in black spat disdainfully and continued to lead the group forward, chatting and joking with his companions as they walked.

"Hey boss, who do you think's above us?"

The leader glanced sideways and said coldly, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. We just need to get things done."

"Fine," the man in black said, shutting up after being rebuked by his boss, and walked away, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, in a mansion somewhere in the royal city, a servant carrying tea knocked on a room door.

"Come in." A seductive voice came from inside the room. As the door was pushed open, a bewitching and charming woman lay on the sofa. She wore a deep red silk nightgown, the slit in the collar revealing her impressive figure. Her long, smooth golden hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her willow-leaf eyebrows and foxy eyes seemed insufficient to describe her beauty. She seemed to possess an innate ability to bewitch people, like Daji reborn or Xia Ji seducing souls.

Opposite the woman sat a man upright, who appeared to be a member of a religious sect based on his attire. His face radiated righteousness, and a scepter leaned against him. The man had a square face, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and regular features, giving him an air of holiness. These two were Count Sigrid, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Duchy of Paisen, and Viscount Alban, Minister of Religious Affairs.

"Olben, I admire you. You have a high level of patience. We've worked together for so long, and you can still be patient with me. That's really not easy." Sigrid's voice seemed to carry a hint of seduction, as if just listening to her speak could steal your heart.

Alban smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your appreciation, Your Excellency. What man in the world wouldn't be captivated by Your Excellency's stunning beauty and figure? I only feel ashamed and fear that blindly pursuing you would only bring you shame. I hope Your Excellency will forgive me."

"Hehehe~ You two-faced bastard, your business isn't as upright as you make it out to be~" Sigrid covered her mouth and chuckled, her soft fingers gently twirling her long golden hair, her alluring eyes scanning Alban's body back and forth.

"This is all thanks to your help, sir. Otherwise, my business wouldn't be what it is today." Alban humbly attributed all the credit to Sigrid.

"Alright, stop flattering me. The latest batch of black servants will arrive in the capital in two days. Remember to come and bring them when they arrive. The price is the same as before, but..." Sigrid sat up from her side-lying position, and the moment she crossed her legs, the view under her skirt was completely exposed. Even Alban, who had worked with her for many years, couldn't help but steal a glance and swallow a mouthful of saliva.

“If you’re willing to agree to my previous proposal, I’ll lower the price by another 10%~ How about that?” Sigrid said, her eyes fixed on Alban, observing his subtle movements.

“I have no greed. I am already very grateful that you are willing to help me and provide me with supplies. How could I dare to have any more greed? Thank you for your kindness.” With that, Alban stood up, bowed to Sigrid, and then sat down again.

Seeing that she had been rejected, Sigrid felt bored and her face turned pale. She leaned back and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Alban felt a sudden surge of emotion. Seeing Sigrid's pale face, he quickly changed the subject and said, "Lord Colin seems to be very busy with official duties lately. There's not much news from him. But Young Master Xiu has been pursuing Litt Lena frequently. Recently, he made a move, arranging for bandits to kidnap her and then sending the royal city garrison to rescue her. It's quite interesting."

"Lord Colin is very busy with official duties and has recently been placed under Lord Mingguan's command, so naturally he doesn't have time to meet with us. As for Xiu, really, Miss Lena is Duke Little's daughter. She was raised by the Duke and her family has a clean and honest tradition. They don't like petty theft. How can he win her heart with such methods? Moreover, Duke Little and Lord Colin have different political views. I don't know what kind of bewitching potion he's been drinking, so he insists on pursuing Miss Lena. Instead of sticking to Lord Colin, he's running to Duke Little."

Sigrid expressed her doubts and dissatisfaction with Boan Xiu's actions. From Duke Colin to Viscount Alban, the four of them basically covered all the noble circles in the royal city. The top nobles had connections with Duke Colin, the middle nobles had connections with Marquis Boan and Sigrid, and the lower nobles had Alban. In recent years, their lives have been quite prosperous.

"Alright, I'm tired, you can leave now." Sigrid rubbed her face, picked up the lukewarm tea on the table, took a sip, and then dismissed him.