Brand gripped his sword hilt tighter. If he could, he really wanted to leave this guy here. More so than killing Grudin, he preferred to eliminate this guy first. Unfortunately, he knew this wasn’t realistic.
Bai smiled slightly at him, "There’s half an hour left, let’s make a deal."
Behind him, Grudin seed to breathe a sigh of relief. The Baron forced a grim smile onto his stiff face, then chuckled darkly, watching Brand, who seed to be at a loss at this mont, feeling a perverse pleasure from his predicant.
So much so that it seed that even the imminent disaster for Fir City was entirely irrelevant to him, as if it wasn’t his territory.
But that was understandable; for him, rebuilding the city was just a matter of ti. As for the people? Those lowly folks were everywhere; he didn’t care at all. Compared to this, he cared more about Brand’s feelings right now. He couldn’t help but laugh, "Young man, impulsiveness cos at a cost."
However, he suddenly rembered the cost of provoking Brand last ti, and instinctively softened his tone, "But I admit you are strong. Strength is always sothing worth respecting. Of course, if you’re willing to let this matter go, I can represent my father and make a promise—"
"A promise to end the grudge between us here and now."
He seed to relax completely, speaking freely, "In fact, you understand, nobles usually don’t want to endure mutually destructive wars. But there’s one more thing, my foster daughter is still with you—"
He intended to continue along this topic but saw Bai turning back, glaring at him with a cold gaze from under his tallic mask. Grudin felt a chill in his heart, realizing sothing, and quickly shut his mouth.
Bai turned his head back, waiting for Brand’s reply.
Char and Qian also looked at their Lord.
Brand responded coldly, "Repeatedly compromising, Tiyamas, do you take for an utter fool?"
"Or are you willing to give up? I know these bone skeletons can’t stop you, but your subordinates?" The Undead Knight asked, "Of course, this is acceptable to , which is where we differ."
Grudin chuckled darkly, understanding that Bai was actually pressuring Brand. But he liked this idea, especially since he had forced Brand to compromise the day before using the sa thod. Watching his opponent walk into the sa trap twice gave him a perverse sense of enjoynt.
Brand sighed deeply.
"Tiyamas, there’s an ancient saying in my hotown," his hand slightly relaxed on the sword hilt, "You cannot step into the sa river twice in your life."
Bai was stunned. But he imdiately saw a flash from Brand’s right hand, the longsword drew a straight line, stabbing at Grudin. The Undead Knight reacted in an instant, slightly raising the giant scythe in his hand. With a clang, the longsword brushed against the Baron’s right arm, flying past and embedded itself into a nearby oil painting.
Though it was fixed, the sword hilt was still trembling.
Bai glanced back.
Grudin had already covered the wound on his right arm, his face pale, staring at Brand with a hateful gaze. This was the second ti; he didn’t understand what grudge this young man held against him, each ti leaving him a lesson.
Bai turned back and sighed, "Why, Mr. Brand? Hatred is not irreconcilable. But what I’m more interested in is what you ant by your previous words?"
"That sentence has many interpretations," Brand answered softly, "But my favorite is this: In one’s life, you cannot repeatedly make the sa mistake. Because that would be testing your intelligence’s limits."
"So you an," Bai looked at him, "You want to fight ?"
"Exactly."
The Undead Knight’s hand tightened slightly, and his tallic gloves creaked as they gripped the giant scythe. He stared at Brand, saying, "Then let’s try it. I eagerly await seeing if you can circumvent in even less ti—"
The spiritual armor composed of Soul Fire expanded instantly, forming a silver wall of near-solid density.
But Brand just shook his head.
"Tiyamas, you misunderstood."
Bai hesitated, "What do you an?"
"In fact, I’ve already circumvented you."
The young man said calmly, his gaze traversing the Black Knight’s shoulder, landing on the longsword embedded in the oil painting. And that still trembling longsword, its tip pinned a card invisible to everyone except him.
A card depicting a Unicorn Female Knight—
"The Elf Banner flying high, the heart shining, the sword shining—"
"Co forth, disha."
A piercing scream—
Bai turned back, dumbstruck, staring at a silver knight’s lance impaling Grudin’s chest, yet the Baron still had a look of disbelief. He turned back with all his strength, but the lance gently retracted, and a blood arrow spurted out. Baron Grudin collapsed like a piece of rotten flesh, and the Undead Knight imdiately turned back angrily:
"disha, how could it be? Did I not severely injure her!" he roared deeply.
Brand looked down at him with a mocking gaze, "You still rember I’m a Summoner, right?" Char shuddered at this sentence, thinking, what kind of Summoner are you?
But Bai frowned, "Impossible, a Summoner cannot pinpoint summon past my spiritual wall."
Brand laughed.
"That’s why I am unique."
...(To be continued. For more Chapters, please visit qidian, support the author, support legitimate reading!)
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