Nyxrael reacted in an instant, flashing in front of Jas. His sword cleaved through the air as he unleashed his [Netherclad Slash] skill, aiming to intercept the incoming strike.
Slash!
A crescent arc of violet-black flas burst forth, colliding head on with the attack.
Boom!
The collision produced a loud sound, which was imdiately followed by a shockwave that shattered many glasses.
"Are you sure you want to destroy your own city?" Jas chuckled with a calm expression.
"Who dares to speak arrogantly in my territory?" An old voice that contained the vicissitudes of life could be heard.
An old man with long gray hair appeared beside Duke Garrick. He showed no emotion, but deep within his eyes, traces of coldness and killing intent could be felt by Jas.
The mont the old man appeared, Jas instantly crushed a white jade token.
Sigh!
"Why did it have to co to this..." A middle-aged man in his early 40s sighed as he appeared beside Nyxrael, showing his Epic Knight strength.
"Uncle Gareth, you actually broke through the shackle and beca an Epic Knight?" Jas raised an eyebrow at Gareth.
Jas genuinely didn’t know this because he knew that his uncle was at the Peak Platinum Knight, or at least that’s what the outside world or even most people in the Steelheart knew.
The answer could only be one, in which Gareth had beco an Epic Knight and he sohow concealed it.
He had talked about a plan with his father, asking for so people to stand by in case of the worst-case scenario, which actually happened at the mont when the two Epic Knights from the Wolfsblade family showed up.
Jas actually expected that so Peak Platinum Knights would show up, including his uncle, but it seed that it was unnecessary since Uncle Gareth had already beco an Epic Knight.
’It seems that there is more than ets the eye about the Steelheart Family.’ Jas smiled faintly as he thought to himself.
Gareth laughed heartily, then grimaced. "Should I take that as a complint or an insult? Because compared to your father, I’m still way behind."
He then glanced around and sighed bitterly. "What did you do this ti, Jas? You promised not to stir trouble. That’s the only reason your father let you co."
Jas shrugged. "I didn’t cause any trouble. Soone insulted the Steelheart na. I simply responded."
Before Gareth could respond, the old man spoke as he looked at Nyxrael. "Who are you? Do the Steelhearts hire you? Na your price. I’ll pay you double—no, triple their amounts instead."
"He’s not working for the Steelhearts." Jas shook his head with a chuckle.
Pausing for a second, he continued with a calm expression. "He’s my subordinate."
The old man was surprised at Jas’s word, thinking about what made him qualified to have a strong Epic Knight as his own subordinate.
Sigh!
"So be it then." He said with a sigh, then looked at Gareth. "Tell , what’s your purpose for coming here?"
"?" Gareth pointed at himself with a smile.
"Don’t mind , I’m just here to make sure my nephew doesn’t get himself killed. Protection duty, you could say." He waved his casually.
The old man knitted his eyebrows before shifting his gaze toward Jas. "And what’s your purpose here?"
Jas t his gaze evenly. "I ca to et the artificer. Before that, I stopped by the Hidden Quill for so information."
The old man deepened his frown for a few monts, then looked at Duke Garrick and sighed.
Sigh!
"You may go, but make sure to not cause trouble in my city again." The old man waved his hand with an angry expression across his face.
"B-but, Grandpa—!"
Darik said as he ca toward the old man but was slapped instantly, sending him across the street once again.
"Hmph! Don’t think I’m unaware of what you’ve done," the old man said coldly. "Return ho and wait for your punishnt."
With that, he vanished into thin air, leaving only the echo of his command behind.
"Let’s go." Jas waved his hand casually and started to walk away toward the horses as if nothing had happened.
Subsequently, with the addition of Gareth, the trio went toward the artificer’s place.
A few minutes later, they arrived before a big mansion, its tall iron gates gleaming under the sunlight.
"Halt!" One of the two guards shouted.
"Inform your master that Jas Steelheart requests an audience," Jas said calmly.
The two guards raised their eyebrows when they heard it before one of them walked inside in a hurried manner. The other guard bowed slightly and cupped his fists. "Please wait a mont, Young Master Jas."
"Sure." Jas smiled and got off the horse.
Just as Jas got off the horse, he heard a hurried footstep coming from inside.
A man in his mid-30s with a short black beard and hair walked out of the mansion’s gate with a cane in his hand.
His calm gaze instantly shifted to Jas, then beca surprised as he looked at Gareth and Nyxrael.
"Co in," the man said with a faint smile. "Let’s go inside first."
Just as they sat on the sofa, the man extended his hand with a smile. "It’s a pleasure to et you, Young Master Jas. I’m Eldric."
"The pleasure’s mine. And also, you don’t need to be so polite because I’m here as Jas." Jas smiled, pointing out that he didn’t represent the Steelhearts at the mont.
Eldric raised an eyebrow but soon nodded in understanding.
"Give a mont," he said, taking out a small token. As he activated it, a faint shimr spread through the air, forming a translucent barrier that enveloped the mansion.
"Now we can speak freely," Eldric said calmly. "No one below Legendary Rank could eavesdrop on us."
Jas nodded with a faint smile. "Good. That makes things easier—because what I’m about to discuss is extrely important."
"Oh?" Eldric asked, his expression unreadable. "Important to you... or to ?"
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