Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2892 Andrew had not expected to get drunk last night. It was only half a bottle of decent liquor, and he had just two glasses. Then, without realizing it, he passed out drunk. That night, Andrew slept more soundly than ever before. On one hand, he had confirmed that Reginald was still alive and had already escaped from Wraith Graveyard. On the other hand, he had encountered fellow countrymen in a foreign land. Truth be told, since arriving in the Outlands, Andrew had been constantly on edge.

The Ludendorff family had hunted him for no good reason, and all along the way, he was either killing people or dodging attacks. Although throughout it all, he could not say it had been too dangerous. But ever since leaving Holtrien, he had been living a completely different kind of life. It was nothing like his days back in Chetvine, where his ladies surrounded him, and everything felt warm and steady. Now, he lived as a wanderer, alone, fighting on his own, and moving without a fixed destination. In the Outlands, one misstep could easily mean life or death.

Even though Andrew's strength had already surpassed that of ---- ordinary people, deep down, a vague sense of danger still lingered. Like a shadow, it followed him no matter how hard he tried to shake it off. After carefully thinking through everything he had experienced since coming to the Outlands, Andrew was unsure if this hidden danger was coming from the Ludendorff family's pursuit behind him or something else. However, none of that mattered. Andrew was not the type to sit around waiting for death to come.

Since Marshall would not let him go, he would not mind going toe-to-toe with the oldest and most powerful family in the wasteland. Just like his temperament, Andrew would never look for trouble, but he had never been afraid of it either. Beside him, Lucille Shields timidly climbed out of bed and knelt to help him put on his shoes. Andrew smiled bitterly and waved her off. "You can go. | don't need help, I can manage myself." Lucille was Louie's granddaughter. She had grown into a beautiful girl, with a few freckles on her face, a lively personality, and the wild energy of youth.

She ignored Andrew's refusal and said eagerly, "Grandpa told ---- me to take good care of you. Grandpa was already unhappy when you turned me down last night. If you still refuse today, he will definitely punish me." As she spoke, she grabbed Andrew's hand and pressed it against her chest, which was not full but was perky. She showed no sign of embarrassment. Instead, she bit her lower lip and looked at Andrew with desire in her eyes. Andrew pulled his hand back and shook his head. "Don't worry. Since | promised him that I'd help your town out, whether you serve me or not, I'll still step in.

So you don't need to offer your body, and you do not need to worry about me being upset." Lucille said dejectedly, "But it is not only because of Grandpa's orders. There isn't a single young man in our town that I'm interested in. Sir, you're so capable, | want to be your woman." Andrew smiled. "How old are you?" Lucille said excitedly, "I'm 16! Sir, don't worry. | can already bear children." Andrew fell silent once again Life in the Outlands was harsh. These Holtriens wandering through the wastelands lived extremely fragile lives.

At any moment, they could be wiped out by other drifters or armed forces. ---- As a result, the girls here were bold and matured early. Their greatest mission was to marry someone wealthy or capable, such as a mighty warrior, and bear children for him. However, Andrew did not need any of that. Last night, Lucille had quietly climbed into his bed and waited for something to happen. Fora 16-year-old girl, that level of awareness was unsettling. Andrew knew who was guiding things behind the scenes, but he did not want to dig deeper.