Starting with a Military Arms System I Rise to Dominate Another World Chapter 58 : Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Luth Jurgen

After getting his bearings, Ryan led the group toward the neighboring town.

His destination was the teleportation magic circle in that town.

Once Hermann successfully took the position of family head, he would definitely send people to search for Isabella.

To keep Alfred from making any reckless moves, he would certainly place both Lady Greta and Isabella under house arrest.

So Ryan’s plan was to flee the Kingdom of Candel.

At that thought, Ryan felt sowhat helpless.

Was he cursed with disaster wherever he went?

Back when he first ca here, it was because he had provoked a noble of the Kingdom of Mia.

And now, as he prepared to leave again, it was still because of pursuit from nobles.

Ryan secretly resolved that he needed to establish his own power as soon as possible.

As long as he had countless subordinates, combined with the countless firearms in the System,

then the next ti he encountered a situation like this, he would not need to run.

He could face it head-on.

But that was sothing for later.

For now, Ryan still had to survive the crisis before him.

Huff! Huff!

The four of them moved swiftly through the forest.

Because Isabella and Nila had never experienced such a long trek before,

both of them were breathing hard,

gasping for air.

But neither of them said a word.

They knew they were running for their lives.

If they slowed down even a little, they would be caught.

The mont she imagined falling into Hermann’s hands, Isabella began trembling all over.

No matter what happened, she could not let herself be captured by Hermann.

That was why she had kept gritting her teeth and following Ryan in silence.

Ryan and Nika, on the other hand, did not feel tired.

The two of them had often gone out hunting monsters in the Kingdom of Mia before, so their stamina was still fairly strong.

Hearing Isabella and Nila gasping for breath, Ryan stopped and turned back. “We’ll rest here for a while.”

After speaking, Ryan walked over to a large tree and leaned against it to rest.

“Hah... A-All right.”

Isabella nodded and sat down on the spot.

She truly did not have the strength to keep running anymore.

Nila was not in much better shape. She slowly leaned against Isabella’s back and took deep, ragged breaths.

“Master, are we leaving the Kingdom of Candel?”

Nika ca to Ryan’s side and asked softly.

“That’s right. The Jurgen Family has too much influence in the Kingdom of Candel. We won’t be able to hide from them. As long as we remain in the Kingdom of Candel, they’ll find us sooner or later. So we can only go to another kingdom.”

Ryan answered firmly.

Nika nodded when she heard that.

Since Ryan had already made his decision, she would support it without hesitation.

At the sa ti, Nika spread out her perception.

They were being hunted now, and she did not dare relax.

Ryan and Nika had already drawn their weapons.

Even Isabella was the sa. While resting, she held the Desert Eagle in her hand.

Because Nika was leaning against Isabella, she could tell that Isabella was trembling.

She was most likely terrified of being found by Hermann and taken back to be placed under house arrest.

“Young Miss, do not be afraid. No matter what happens, I will stay by your side.”

Nila whispered softly into Isabella’s ear.

Alfred had bought Nila and brought her back, given her excellent treatnt, and allowed her to live with dignity.

Now that Alfred was no longer here, the only way she could repay that kindness was by protecting Isabella.

That was sothing her father had once taught her—to repay kindness and resentnt with clear distinction.

After resting for a while, Ryan stood up. “That should be enough. We’re moving.”

Isabella and Nila hurriedly got to their feet and followed him.

Since the four of them were moving through the forest, they had no clear sense of ti.

It only felt as though several hours had already passed.

It was still deep in the night.

But Ryan could sense that dawn was slowly approaching.

In darkness, it was harder for them to be discovered while fleeing.

But once day broke, if they still had not escaped far enough through this forest,

then the Jurgen Family’s pursuers would catch up to them very quickly.

So the problem they faced now was how to put enough distance between themselves and the castle before daylight.

Ryan had actually considered taking out the airship Alfred had given him—the Soaring.

But the mont that thought appeared, he threw it out of his mind.

With the Soaring’s enormous size, it could be seen clearly from hundreds of ters away.

If they used it now, they would truly beco a bright lamp in the night.

They would be living targets.

So there was no good solution at the mont.

They could only rely on their own stamina and get as far from the Jurgen Family castle as possible.

Not long afterward, the four of them arrived at an open clearing.

The clearing was about twenty ters across, and the ground was covered in knee-high weeds streaked with yellow and green.

The wind passed through the leaves with a rustling sound, mixed with the calls of so distant, unknown bird.

The four of them ca to a stop there.

Not because they wanted to stop.

But because the Jurgen Family’s pursuers had already appeared ahead of them.

“Well, well, well. Look who this is. Isn’t this my little sister, the one who can only hide at ho where no one can see her? What are you doing in this forest so late at night?”

Ryan followed the voice and saw that the speaker was a young man.

He turned to look at Isabella and raised a brow.

“Brother Luth...”

Her dress sleeve had been torn open by branches, and loose strands of hair clung to her sweat-damp cheeks. Supporting herself on her knees, she gasped for breath, her light-blue eyes full of panic.

From the way Isabella addressed him, Ryan imdiately understood the young man’s identity.

If nothing unexpected had happened, then this was definitely Hermann’s son.

By moonlight, Ryan examined the enemy blocking their path.

Luth wore a dark green leather armor vest that covered his chest, back, and shoulders, with the edges fixed in place by brass rivets.

Under the leather armor was a black linen long-sleeved shirt, its cuffs rolled up to reveal the veins in his forearms.

He wore dark brown leather trousers, with the pant legs tucked into black leather boots that reached up to his knees, tal buckles gleaming on the surface.

A wide leather belt was tied around his waist. On the left hung a short sword with a hilt wrapped in black leather, while on the right hung a square leather pouch, bulging with sothing unknown inside.

He stood about one ter eighty-five tall, with a sturdy build and broad shoulders.

His gaze was sharp, laced with mockery.

Luth rose from a rock, brushed the grass scraps from his clothes, and walked step by step toward Ryan and Isabella, his leather boots crunching through the weeds.

His voice was low, carrying a deliberately suppressed note of ridicule. “Did you sohow know I would be waiting here?”

Isabella shrank farther behind Ryan, both hands clutching tightly at his sleeve, her fingertips turning white. Her lips pressed into a straight line, and not a word ca out.

Luth stopped about five ters away and looked Isabella up and down, his gaze sweeping over her tangled hair and torn skirt hem like a blade.

“Just look at yourself. Do you still look even remotely like the Young Miss of the Jurgen Family? You look like so village girl fleeing from disaster.”

He let out a scornful laugh and continued, “No wonder you always shut yourself up at ho. Perhaps that is for the best. Otherwise, if people saw you looking like this, they might think everyone in the Jurgen Family was as worthless as you are.”

Ryan stepped half a pace forward, shielding Isabella behind him, his grip tightening on the submachine gun. “What do you want?”

As though he had heard a joke, Luth tipped back his head and laughed twice, then turned his gaze back to Isabella, his eyes growing cold. “If I rember correctly, you are not one of the Jurgen Family, are you? Do you really intend to ddle in our family’s internal affairs?”

Ryan said nothing.

He only kept his eyes locked on Luth.

Seeing that, Luth understood Ryan’s intentions and imdiately let out a cold snort.

“Hmph. You overestimate yourself.”

Luth glanced at Isabella once, then fixed his eyes on Ryan as he said, “I am Luth Jurgen. Once the sky brightens, my father, Hermann Jurgen, will beco the new family head. If you are willing to hand Isabella over to , I can give you a chance to swear loyalty to .”

In his own arrogance, Luth believed he was offering generous terms.

For ordinary people in this world,

following a powerful noble was not necessarily a bad path.

Of course, every noble had a different temperant.

A kinder noble might provide decent treatnt.

But if one ran into a perverse noble, then commoners would be exploited to the bone.

And unfortunately, ninety-nine percent of the nobles in this world seed to fall into the latter category.

Ryan could naturally hear the malice hidden beneath Luth’s words.

There was no way he would agree.

In truth, even if Ryan had not seen through Luth’s intentions, he still would not have agreed.

Sches like this—drawing a grand picture with empty promises—were sothing Ryan had already heard countless tis in his previous life on Blue Star.

When it ca to making empty promises, if the bosses on Blue Star ranked second, then no one would dare claim first.

Did Luth think that a few sentences would be enough to make Ryan surrender?

He must be dreaming.

Ryan mocked him inwardly.

Isabella’s body trembled. Her face turned pale, and her eyes reddened slightly, yet she stubbornly held back her tears.

“Isabella, you are the sha of the Jurgen Family. There is no need for you to beco an enemy of the Jurgen Family for the sake of this piece of trash!”

Luth stepped forward again.

Isabella’s lips began to tremble. Strands of hair fell across her face, and only the slight shudder of her shoulders could be seen.

Seeing her like that, the mockery on Luth’s face deepened. “What? Can’t even speak now? Or did I strike right at the truth? Then again, a worthless thing like you can do nothing except hide behind others and cry.”

He raised a hand and pointed at Isabella. “If you know what is good for you, co over here yourself and save the trouble of laying hands on you. If I end up hurting you, your face will not look very pretty.”

The wind suddenly grew stronger, making the leaves roar overhead. The weeds in the clearing bent sharply to one side, and even the hem of Luth’s clothes was blown upward, exposing the shirt beneath his leather armor.

Isabella still hid behind Ryan without moving, only clutching his sleeve even tighter.

Ryan thought for a mont, then pulled Isabella in front of him.

After that, he lowered his head and looked directly into her eyes.

“Isabella, what do you want to do?”

Ryan’s voice sounded beside her ear.

Isabella lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes full of confusion.

What did she want to do?

In a situation like this,

what choice did she even have?