The servant did not dally after hearing the news; he dashed out, heading to the section of the city where the underling nad Fanzo remained. Fanzo was a 4th-phase loyal guard of the young lord.
His strength was unparalleled; the young lord, no matter how hot-blooded, was not stupid. The Servant understood that this was too suspicious and abrupt, and could very well be a sche of so hidden party that had malicious intentions against either the Vex family or young lord Talon himself.
But on that sa sense of logic, wasn’t it a bit too amateurish for an ambush? Thought the servant to himself. Usually, it was not easy to provoke the young lord, unlike what so might actually think.
It was only because this matter was directly related to Miss Vanelis, whom Young Lord Talon greatly admired, and that person had also directly insulted his Vex family.
These two things were sothing he could not let go of, no matter what sche it might be behind the scenes. As for the safety asures, the 4th phase Elental Berserker, Fanzo, would be right beside the young lord precisely to protect him. This was one of the newer veteran powerhouses that the Vex family was able to recruit after an enormous price.
Upon reaching the building, the servant entered inside at great speed, as always. He saw that Fanzo was training, while hindering all his superhuman abilities to those of a normal human. He was obsessed with this thod of training, and perhaps it was primarily because of this that his true combat power was so extre.
The Servant respectfully relayed the young lord’s orders to Fnazo. But the man did not stop swinging his sword, continuing to practice as if nothing else mattered. The Servant knew of the strange and strict personality of this Seeker. So he explained the full story from the start, without missing a single word.
And if Fanzo were late to arrive near Lord Talon for his safety, it would be his fault, and only after hearing the complete story. Did the man stop his training and look at the servant, Fanzo conjected in a knightly tone,
"This is obviously a ploy. And that person must be a powerful young generation mber of another powerful force. But it does not matter. The boy shall die without a corpse for the transgression against Lord Talon."
One could hear the extre conviction, discipline, and confidence this man had in himself. Every word he spoke radiated an invisible power, just through his sheer presence alone.
Taking off the suppressing artifacts he was wearing on his limbs, Fanzo commanded the servant, "Let’s go..."
The Servant nodded and ran off in the direction that Lord Talon had gone, who followed right behind Axel. Unfortunately, the servant’s speed of running through the roads was not very fast, which is why it took more than 5 minutes for the two of them to catch up to Talon Vex.
Talon noticed the mana signature of the two individuals coming from behind. He obviously recognized them and did not turn around, but kept chasing a certain carriage along a narrow road, heading into the countryside.
Talon furrowed his brows, suspicious; perhaps it was an intentional provocation to lure him to a specific location. At this mont, the voice of Fanzo reached his ears, "Young Lord, shall I scout the road ahead? The direction the carriage is going is not optimal."
Talon nodded, "Go on, but make sure your presence is thoroughly hidden and no one notices you."
After a few minutes, Fanzo ca back after scouting on ahead, but his expression was strange. As he revealed, "Young Lord. There is no one lying in ambush. Not a single person. However, I have a vague feeling there is so dangerous formation or artifact hidden ahead."
Fanzo, after a mont of pause, added, "I think it is best to be cautious, young master. This event is too strange, even for ."
Talon was unwilling, especially since he was a runecaster of exceptional capability. How could he be afraid of being trapped in a formation or be fearful of so artifact? He always had a lot of safety artifacts on him.
If his life were truly in danger, a signal would be sent to the family elders. Informing of his location and the caliber of danger he was facing. But in the end, he curbed his arrogance. Slowly stepped downward from the skies.
Standing right in the path of the carriage. His imposing figure had no fear, no matter what this unknown enemy might have prepared for him. Fanzo and the servant were standing to the side, hiding their presence. Fanzo was sensing everything within half a kiloter like a hawk. Waiting for anything unexpected to happen, and only then would he take action.
Talon Vex wanted to butcher this boy with his own hands and get all the information out of him; only then would his suppressed anger be quelled.
The carriage slowly ca to a stop, and the sa bastard who dared to insult him ca out—wearing a carefree smile. Almost as if he knew this was going to happen all along. In response to that, Talon could only show a visible frown.
But quickly regained his composure. Talon did not speak; instead, he imdiately switched to his berserker aspect. Holding an ashen colored, mighty sword of Archon, third tier. Endowed with a reddish and violent berserker aura.
He directly attacked the one nad Apollyon Ashborn with an unconcealed sneer on his face. Axel kept walking forward. Not a trace of panic in his eyes or haste in his steps. Just as the devastating attack was about to hit him, a mighty, monstrous hand grabbed the neck of Talon Vex.
All the power Talon had built up dissipated like smoke in the exact mont. Axel removed his disguise, revealing his true appearance. Talon’s eyes opened wide in shock. He, of course, knew of Axel Nomrad. But he did not understand what it was that grabbed his neck, and how he could not realize who it was that had grabbed his neck?
And why were his runic artifacts not activating even though his life was in danger? How was any of this possible? It was only then that he noticed the mythical, runic, shimring patterns on the eyes of Axel Nomrad. A complete shudder went over his entire being. But the monstrous hand that was grabbing him slowly but forcefully rotated his head, horrifyingly.
But when his gaze landed on the face of the man who grabbed his neck, he was utterly in panic. It was none other than his loyal knight Fanzo.
At the sa ti, Axel put his hands on the immobile Talon’s chest. Fanzo looked back at him in fear, but Axel was gazing towards Fanzo instead of Talon, as he nodded with a pleasant smile and greeted, "It’s been a while... Gareth."
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{Okay, guys were back....I guess. Again, I am extrely sorry for not uploading for pretty much 5 days straight. I have been on a big tour for the past few days; so of you may not know this, but I announced it on the Discord Server.}
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