Wearing the Floating Boots, Laisa stealthily crept to one side of the cave entrance and imdiately threw an Oil Bottle towards it.
As the Oil Bottle traced a perfect parabola through the air, the instant it hit the ground, the bottle shattered!
The next mont!
"Boom!!!"
A deafening explosion sounded!
"Who is it?"
The two Black Fist Army elites at the cave entrance looked tense, holding Shields, as they vigilantly surveyed the surroundings as if facing a formidable enemy. Inside the cave, there was also the dense sound of Steel Boots stomping.
The spot where Laisa threw the Oil Bottle was just at the cave entrance.
Therefore, most of the explosion sound was transmitted into the cave.
It was as if soone shouted right next to your ear, instantly startling everyone inside!
Soon, two, four, twelve, and finally, nearly twenty Black Fist Army elites charged out of the cave!
Among them, four to five were even donned in red cloaks, clearly Black Fist Army captains ranging from Level 5 to Level 7 Classes.
However, a pathway quickly cleared in the middle, and a charismatic middle-aged man with a center-part hairstyle, wearing a black Magic Robe and holding a red crystal Staff, walked out.
The man sported a mature masculine charm with a neat mustache and was extrely handso, a common characteristic of Mages.
Thus, there’s a saying spread across the Valzeg Continent: when you can’t determine if a Caster is a Mage or a Mage for a mont, just look into their eyes.
If they’re deep and full of wisdom, they’re likely a Mage; otherwise, they’re a Mage.
This is because Charm is a very important Attribute for Mages; the higher the Charm, the lower the chance of betrayal from Summoned Creatures, and the less the summoning cost is.
No High-tier Mage is ugly.
From this perspective, another widespread saying also holds a lot of credibility—’To gauge the strength of a Mage, one look at their appearance will tell you.’
Of course, this is rely a humorous take.
Appearance is just a part of Charm, which also includes factors such as deanor, articulation, and so forth.
Seeing the key figure appear, Raine no longer hid himself and walked forward with a calm expression.
anwhile, Aaron, holding the traitor Victor, followed with a serious and vigilant expression.
After all, he still couldn’t understand why Mr. Rein in front of him acted so ’openly’; wouldn’t sneaking in, assassinating, and rescuing be a better tactic?
But the die was cast, and Aaron was not one to cower at heart; seeing the calm Raine, he imdiately followed.
Upon seeing Raine at first glance, Davenport was initially slightly puzzled, but after looking at Aaron beside Raine and the bound Victor, a sudden realization flashed across his face. He then wore a charming smile and said:
"Gentleman, have you co to make a deal with this ti?"
re observation of the young man in front, clad in a Power outfit, made Davenport relate to the earlier situation when his soul connection with the Summoned Creature Flom Demon suddenly vanished.
He had begun to suspect that the Flom Demon probably died at the hands of the person before him.
And there has been no news from Novak, who was responsible for capturing Earl York’s son, Aaron, showing that sothing might have happened, likely related to this young man before him.
In other words, his strength was vastly beyond the apparent aura he exuded.
Still, Davenport had absolute confidence in his strength.
"But the York Earl’s son’s companions are not just one, while you, sir, have only one card left to play." Davenport did not imdiately have the Black Fist Army elites take action but pointed his Staff at Victor as he spoke.
Hearing Davenport’s words, Aaron’s expression tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as if he wanted to say sothing, but after a glance at Raine beside him, he swallowed his words back.
Just as Aaron’s attention was focused on Davenport, suddenly, Victor took a swift step with a sidestep roll, instantly escaping from Aaron’s grasp.
"Damn it!"
Aaron’s face turned grave, about to rush forward, but several arrows, whistling through the air, embedded themselves into the ground right in front of him.
Watching the quivering fletches, Aaron’s face turned pale; he knew the traitor had found a chance to flee!
By now, Victor had already reached the ranks of the Black Fist Army elites and was under their protection.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Rein. I just..." Aaron, looking ashad, bowed in apology to Raine beside him.
Yet Aaron was also sowhat puzzled why he had a montary lapse just now.
It shouldn’t be!
Now upon thinking carefully, it was probably because Davenport was up to so tricks.
"It isn’t your fault," Raine slightly shook his head indifferently.
"Unfortunate, sir, it seems like you don’t have the last card in your hand anymore."
On Davenport’s quite handso face, looking at Raine, a rather gentlemanly smile appeared.
However, even with a smile, anyone could hear the taunting tone in Davenport’s words.
"Exchange? No." Raine shook his head, "I just wanted to ask, are all of you here?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you an?"
Davenport’s vibrant eyes looked at Raine questioningly.
And at this mont, the traitor Victor who had untangled the steel wire binding his hands, openly laughed:
"This Mr. Rein, although your strength is mighty, even Novak himself couldn’t stand against you, eting Mr. Davenport is truly unfortunate for you!"
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