Ember Skywalker

Chapter 93 Trap!

On the way, Ross asked in confusion:
"Master, why did you tell Roy about the plan? Aren't you afraid that he will leak it out?"

"Give way?"

Oaken looked disdainful.

“He is a loser, and he absolutely dare not tell anyone.

If it weren't for the special status of that bastard Raven, I wouldn't have taken action openly. I wouldn't even bother to deal with a coward like him."

"That's right, the young master has a plan that is perfect."

Rose smiled obsequiously.

"But do we really have to give him the rewards after the job is done? I think we should just push it onto him and clear ourselves of the issue."

Oluken gave a meaningful expression and said:

"Listen, I must fulfill everything I promised.

But I can’t control what other people do.”

"I understand." Ross sneered.

Today, after Raven and Angel finished their martial arts training, Byron made an exception and allowed them to stay.

"Angie, you have already embarked on the path of martial arts. As long as you persevere in the future, everything will come naturally. You no longer need me."

"Uncle, you look weird, is there something wrong?" An Qi seemed to have noticed something.

"Haha, no matter how long the banquet is, it will eventually come to an end. I'm leaving now."

"Go? Where?"

"Kill a man."

"Then will you come back?"

"Maybe."

After he finished speaking, he stared at Raven for a long time without saying anything.

The child's progress has far exceeded his expectations, and now he regrets teaching him martial arts.

Raven's heart rose to his throat, he felt a strong murderous intent.

"Oh, never mind. Maybe this is fate's arrangement."

The next moment, all the murderous aura on Byron's body disappeared, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

Raven was sweating profusely, secretly feeling lucky.

That was so fucking scary just now.

That guy definitely wanted to kill him, but for some reason he changed his mind.

Angie felt a little sad about Byron's departure.

For some reason, this uncle gave her a very close feeling.

The two returned home in the evening.

Just as Raven was about to open the door, a voice sounded behind him.

"Long time no see, Raven."

Raven turned around and found that it was Roy.

After returning from Poincare, he had heard about Dabi and knew that Roy had been expelled.

To be honest, he felt a little regretful.

The relationship between the two is pretty good. The other person has a good character, but he is too honest and his talent is a little weak.

He smiled: "Roy, why are you here?"

Roy looked at Raven with mixed feelings.

The two of them had similar backgrounds and studied together in the White Tower, so it should have been a happy memory.

But the situation now is completely different.

"Is this life?"

There was a glimmer of resentment in his eyes.

"I thought of you yesterday, and of our time together in the White Tower, so I came to see you."

Raven gave Roy a hug and patted his shoulder:
"There is still a long way to go. Don't be discouraged. You can leave the White Tower!"

"Thank you." Roy smiled bitterly.

"Come in and talk."

Raven and Roy sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

It was Raven who spoke first: "How are you doing recently?"

"I guess so. Ever since I left the White Tower, I no longer have that nightmare-like pressure. I feel relieved." Roy laughed at himself.

Despite the other's calm tone, Raven could still sense his deep loss.

No one can feel relieved after falling from a high position.

"In fact, if you didn't exchange the energy-burning spices in the meditation room for money, perhaps your strength would be improved faster, and the results of the competition might be different."

Roy's grip on the cup tightened: "How did you know?"

"Monroe said he saw you take the spice and sell it. Why?"

"Hehe, why?
Look at my background.

I have been an orphan since childhood, living in a lowly slum with my sister, surviving on leftovers and being looked down upon by others. I can't accept this!

Do you know what I want to do most after entering the White Tower?

Just to get my sister out of the slums! I want to make those bastards who look down on us look up to us, to make them envious and jealous! "

Roy laughed miserably. He took a big sip of water but spat it out because it was too scalding.

“But I don’t have money to buy a house, so I can only sell the burning spices secretly, because they are consumables anyway.

I thought that with my efforts, even if there were less spices, it wouldn’t have much of an impact, but I didn’t expect…”

Raven sighed.

Roy was not wrong. If I were in his shoes, I would probably make the same choice.

"What are you going to do next?"

Roy looked confused:

“I can no longer live in the rich area, and I can’t go back to the slums.

The neighbors are probably the happiest. I can’t stand that kind of stare, so I don’t know. ”

"Brother, let me advise you to be more open-minded about some things. Life is not about being high and mighty.

By the way, is there anything I can do for you?"

Roy lowered his head deeply, as if he was making a difficult decision, and his hand holding the cup became tighter and tighter.

Finally, he raised his head and said slowly:

“Although I was kicked out of the White Tower, I am still a spellburner, but it will be difficult for me to make further progress.

I wonder...if you can give me some guidance on the burning technique in the future.

Don't worry about me getting on with you, I'll be leaving Balarenka soon."

Roy looked at Raven nervously.

"You...you don't look down on me, do you?"

"No way, no problem."

Raven agreed without hesitation and took out a few more gold coins:
"Take these. No matter where you go in the future, you will always be my friend, Raven."

"No, I can't take your money." Roy evaded.

"Don't refuse. You need this now. Consider it a loan from me and you can return it later." Raven didn't allow him to refuse.

Roy bit his lip hard and finally put the money away.

"That's right. Come to the White Tower to find me tomorrow afternoon and we'll go to your house."

"Then...thank you."

The next day, the two came to Roy's house.

This place is very remote, with dilapidated houses on both sides, as if no one has lived there for a long time.

"Roy, is this where you live?"

This is too desolate, worse than a slum.

"Well, we can save some money."

"Didn't I give you gold coins? Find a better place."

"Those gold coins will be useful in the future. Anyway, I grew up in the slums, so this is nothing."

Roy said as he pushed the door open.

Seeing the door about to open, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and said:
"Raven, you're my best friend."

Raven felt that Roy was a little puzzled, but she didn't care.

The yard was full of weeds and didn't look like a place where people lived.

Hey, why is there someone in front?

They were two men in black robes, with their faces and bodies completely covered.

Raven was stunned for a moment: "Roy, who are they?"

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of wind behind his head, as if a sharp blade was stabbing him.

not good!

Raven felt an extreme sense of danger rising in his heart, and he suddenly lunged forward.

A flash of cold light passed by, and a deep cut was made on his back, with flesh and blood bursting.

Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise he would have been killed.

"Huh! You can actually dodge my Phantom Blade?" A sinister voice sounded:
Raven rolled on the ground for a few times before he stood up and looked back.

His back felt hot and painful, and he had some spasms.

This was a short man dressed as a mercenary, licking the broken blade with his tongue.

Roy stood beside him, his head bowed deeply.

Raven looked at him coldly: "Why do you do this to me?"

He knew he had fallen into a carefully prepared trap.

"I'm sorry." Roy shook his head painfully.

"Fuck you, you are dead, tell me why?"

Roy collapsed on the ground: "Yes... they forced me to do it."

Pooh!
Raven spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the man with disdain:

"You threatened Roy?"

(End of this chapter)