Your Crown?
Divine Spirits!
Hazlitt's heart skipped a beat.
As a river pirate who was also known as the 'Red Knight,' Hazlitt naturally possessed so secretive knowledge that ordinary people were unaware of, so he was cautious and on guard when it ca to Divine Spirits.
And now, the fanaticism of his confidant 'Blood Axe' Danny heightened the 'Red Knight's' vigilance to an extre.
Because—
Descend!
He distinctly heard Danny utter these two words!
But he didn't sense an overwhelmingly powerful presence.
'Are we going to beco sacrifices for the one who descends?' he wondered subconsciously.
At the sa ti, footsteps approached from outside—
Step step step!
The rubbing sound of boots against the muddy ground jolted the 'Red Knight's' heart.
It was Sadi!
The other set of slightly heavier footsteps belonged to his liaison, Maha.
'If it's Sadi...'
The 'Red Knight' hoped that 'Skull Splitter' Sadi would create an opportunity for him.
He believed Sadi could do it.
In fact, if the Black Cat Faction had only sent Sean, then Sadi truly could have managed, but unfortunately, the real Cat Faction. Black had two people following Arthur.
Apart from Sean, there was another nad Bonte.
Bonte was sowhat older than Sean.
More experienced.
And more skilled.
Perhaps not truly 'Initiated,' but with the addition of the Cat Faction.Black's secret techniques, Bonte was already infinitely close to that level—
The tent curtain was lifted.
Outside, the night wind blew past.
The candle fla flickered.
In the interplay of light and shadows, Sadi instinctively squinted, trying to adjust to the light more quickly.
But in that instant, 'Skull Splitter' Sadi experienced a minuscule blind spot in his vision.
Within this blind spot, a figure erged silently from the shadows, appearing like a ghost behind Sadi and Old Maha, the tips of the Cat Claw weapon on their hands pointed directly at the napes of their necks—The Cat Claw is a unique weapon of the Cat Faction, a rger of iron gauntlet and blade.
The fingers of the iron gauntlet were replaced with specially-made slender blades.
Retaining the defense of the gauntlet while adding the sharpness of a longsword, it was a weapon suitable for both offense and defense, but it required extrely high skill to wield.
However, with the advent of the Pioneer Era, weapons like the 'Cat Claw' beca scarce, not just because it took more ti and effort than simple weapons like longswords, spears, or daggers, but also because with the disappearance of Cat Hole and the complete decline of the Cat Faction, such identity-defining weapons had nearly vanished.
Everyone was just trying to survive.
There were so things that had to be given up.
Bonte was no exception.
Although he spent ten years getting familiar with, and mastering, the Cat Claw, and eventually making it an extension of his body.
But Bonte never thought he would use this weapon.
Until that night Lady Amanda ca knocking—
'A resurgence that will bring the Cat Faction.Black back into the world's sight...
No!
Not just a resurgence, but…
Revival!'
Bonte clearly rembered the sparkle in Lady Amanda's eyes when she spoke those words.
There was struggle, hesitance, and anticipation.
So, he didn't refuse.
As one of the strongest mbers of the remaining Cat Faction, Bonte didn't refuse.
Having witnessed the last traces of the Cat Faction.Black's glory, he wanted more mbers to experience that brilliance.
He put on the Cat Claws he thought he would take to his grave.
He donned his Cat Claws.
He wanted the world to know just what the Cat Faction. Black was like.
Therefore, he ticulously carried out Arthur's orders.
He felt the harsh coldness from the people behind him.
That blend of cold cruelty and steadfast resolve to kill made Sadi, known as 'Skull Splitter,' raise his hands high.
Sadi had no doubt that the slightest hesitation would get him killed.
As for Old Maha still holding his son?
He simply knelt down.
"I surrender! I surrender!
Don't kill my son!"
The kneeling Old Maha shielded his son beneath his body.
Watching this scene, Hazlitt felt his heart sink continuously.
The last support was now bound.
So he...
Could only rely on himself.
The River Pirate, known as the 'Red Knight,' naturally wouldn't be without a trick or two up his sleeve.
In fact, Hazlitt had tricks.
More than one.
However, each use ca with a heavy cost.
Therefore, they were to be avoided unless absolutely necessary.
And now?
He was forced to use them.
Sean, who was sticking close to Hazlitt, sensed the 'Red Knight's' heart rate change and the subtle signs of his breathing—being one of only two Great Arcana Levels in the Cat Faction. Black, Sean, at 19 years old, was more than forty years younger than Bonte and was undoubtedly a person with absolute Talent. He was also seen by everyone as soone who could step up to the next level by the age of 30.
Sean's Spirituality was far more active than others.
So, at this mont, Sean imdiately detected what Hazlitt wanted to do.
Imdiately, the Black Cat Faction mber spoke out—
"Your Excellency 'Red Knight,' we did not co for war.
On the contrary, we ca for peace.
You should guess who His Crown is by now?"
The softness in his voice did not cause Hazlitt to lower his guard, especially feeling the Sharpness at his neck, the 'Red Knight' secretly sneered to himself.
However, the 'Red Knight's' thoughts involuntarily followed Sean's words.
Almost instantly, the 'Red Knight' blurted out—
"The God of the Inland River?!"
This was not difficult to guess.
Within the South County, there were nurous Divine Spirits, but only the God of the Inland River was associated with the Southern Lost Spirit dium.
And the instant he gave this answer, the 'Red Knight's' heart eased slightly.
Because the 'Red Knight' was certain: he would not beco a Sacrifice.
With the Inland Waterway Mutual Aid Association as its precursor, the God of the Inland River had quite a good reputation nearby, especially compared to so who would hastily call for living sacrifices.
But then, the 'Red Knight's' heart chilled.
He had been influenced.
Not his thoughts directly, but he had been led there.
Just like hearing a Cat's ow and instinctively wanting to go see.
"I apologize.
For the sake of better cooperation.
I had to use so tricks—Cat Faction. Cat's ow.
But, I can assure you, I have no ill intent."
Speaking thus, Sean imdiately released Hazlitt.
Beside him, Bonte also let go of Sadi and Old Maha.
Hazlitt, newly freed, felt not the slightest joy.
On the contrary, the 'Red Knight's' heart began to beat fiercely—
Sothing's wrong! Sothing's very wrong!
Reviews
All reviews (0)