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Chapter 83: Lord of the Southern Territory (asking for monthly ticket)

On the martial arts training ground.

"it is good"

Berg lowered his head to avoid being seen by his ferocious expression, and it took him a long time to squeeze out the word from between his teeth.

When Lord Night Shadow heard Knight Thorin and the others shout out this name, the nightmares that he had suppressed in his heart in the past resurfaced.

The villagers were starving to the point of being emaciated, the father was beaten to death because of malicious hunting, and the young village woman was forced to sell her body for a small piece of black bread to feed her children.
All these nightmares originated from that mad lord who was so greedy that he even taxed breathing, banned hunting, took away all food, and even forbade people to dig wild vegetables!

That is the man standing in front of him and smiling.

"I don't use magic. As long as you can touch my body with your sword, you win."

Victor took the long sword handed to him by Knight Thorin and said gracefully.

Clang!
Berg didn't answer, but just slashed at his head with his sword.

Clang clang!
The clashing of swords and knives was as rapid as drumbeats, echoing throughout the training grounds.

In Berg's hand, the long sword was as flexible as his arm, and like a poisonous snake ready to strike, it attacked Victor from all kinds of tricky angles.

His attack was fierce and swift, and the sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

However, no matter how he attacked, Victor could easily block it with his sword.

"Not bad."

Despite this, Victor's eyes grew more appreciative.

With his vision, he could naturally see that Berg's strength was already at the top level among the extraordinary levels.

Moreover, his swordsmanship was of a very high level, fast and fierce, and each strike was precisely aimed at his weak points.

It's just that he is a little too brutal. The tip of the sword points to his throat, eyes, and groin every time. It's just a competition, but he treats his opponent as the murderer of his father. It's really incredible!

If it is polished carefully, it will surely become a sharp knife in his hand.

"Boy, looking at your eyes, you should be a hunter, right?" Victor asked while resisting the attack.

Berg said nothing and just kept attacking.

"Where are you from?" Victor frowned slightly and asked again.

Berg remained silent, but his attacks became even more fierce.

"Boy, didn't your father teach you that you should answer when others ask you questions?" Victor frowned and asked.

Berg remained silent, just attacking madly with red eyes.

Victor finally got a little annoyed. Could it be that this kid had become a battle maniac just because he became a hunter?

If that were the case, a madman was not worthy of being his servant.

"Hmph." Victor snorted coldly, no longer suppressing his strength, and suddenly slashed at Berg with a sword.

Clang!
The moment the swords collided, there was a sharp sound of golden swords, and a gust of air exploded, blowing up the dust on the training ground.

Tapping.

The huge force from the sword made Berg take several steps back.

Subsequently
"Sensory enhancement."

"Hawkeye."

"The death of all things."

The three abilities acted on Berg simultaneously, causing his body to bear a huge burden while also increasing his strength to the limit in an instant.

rustling.

In Berg's vision, the whole world suddenly turned black and white, and the passage of time seemed to slow down by half.

The grit in the air, the sound of the wind blowing up the dust, the cracks on the sword blade, the anger on Victor's face. All this information was gathered in his mind, and he eventually came up with the best way to hunt prey.

Swish!
The next moment, Berg's body turned into a shadow, and he rushed towards Victor with a sword in his hand at a terrifying speed beyond the reaction limit of ordinary people.

Of course, this attack speed is still within a safe range for Victor, a great knight.

But when the boy got closer, Victor caught a glimpse of his eyes which suddenly turned ice blue.

What gorgeous colors, as if reflecting death!

Victor looked stunned.

And in the few milliseconds that he was stunned, Berg seized the opportunity, finally broke through his defense, and stabbed Victor's left leg with a sword.
Just as he was about to stab, Berg stopped attacking, and his ice-blue eyes gradually turned back to brown.

".Yes, you are good."

Victor came to his senses and looked at the tip of the sword that was stopped in front of his left leg. If it moved forward an inch more, it would pierce his skin.

However, the attack targeted the left leg, indicating that the young man had no killing intent. His frantic attack was truly out of respect for the battle. "Will you be my attendant? A formal appointment, not just a nominal one."

"I, Victor Nightshade, guarantee with my honor that you will hold a position second only to the first person in my territory, and I will use all the resources in the territory to purchase potions to help you become a hunting master."

Victor said loudly, looking at the boy in front of him who had lowered his head again at some point, his eyes full of admiration.

What an outstanding young man!
As long as he could kidnap him from Black Wolf Castle, it would be his revenge for Karen stealing countless of his subjects over the years!
It could even be considered a profit. After all, how could those subjects who were useless except for providing him with the power of pain compare to the gifted young man in front of him?

"Your Excellency, Berg is already a nobleman's attendant, and has been canonized."

Hearing this, Berg didn't need to answer, Knight Thorin beside him hurriedly explained.

The smile on Victor's face froze instantly, and he glared at Knight Thorin hatefully.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Your Excellency, you didn't ask!" Knight Thorin spread his hands to show his innocence.

"Hmph." Victor snorted again, his expression became gloomy again, and he left the training ground with a lot of resentment.

He served as a sparring partner for nothing!
"Just a little bit, just a little bit."

After Victor left, Berg lowered his head, clenched his fists, and dug his nails into his flesh, but it couldn't ease the pain in his heart in the slightest.

Victor and Knight Thorin might have thought that he had just stabbed his left leg, but only he knew that he had stabbed the dead point projected by the Death of All Things!
If he had just moved his sword forward an inch more, he would have killed the greedy lord who had killed his father, childhood friend, and the villagers, avenging those tragic deaths!

But he stopped.

Because his reason and inner loyalty to His Highness told him that he must not do this.

If he were alone and free, he would kill Victor at all costs.

However, he is His Highness's attendant, His Highness's hound, and in some ways he is the embodiment of His Highness's will.

Lord Night Shadow is a guest of Black Wolf Castle. If he kills Victor, it will definitely cause trouble for His Highness.

Because even if the other person is his enemy whom he thinks about day and night and hates to the core, he can never do this.

"Bastard, if one day you stand in His Highness's way, I will repay you for all the pain you have brought upon us!"

Berg gritted his teeth and resented it in his heart.

He felt that this day would not be too far away. After all, it was no exaggeration to say that His Highness and Victor's styles were completely opposite.

What he needs to do now is to learn how to torture people from the torturer of the castle.
the other side.

At the gate of Black Wolf Castle.

With the arrival of one lord after another, time gradually came to dusk.

Now only one guest, the one who had come the farthest and was the most distinguished, had yet to arrive.

As the Karens waited eagerly, a black dot finally appeared against the yellowing skyline in the distance.

Then the black spot gradually expanded, and with the crisp sound of wheels rolling over the mud, a luxurious carriage emerged from the twilight.

This carriage was more gorgeous than all the previous ones. Its body was inlaid with crimson patterns that were complex and exquisite, like flowing flames.

On both sides of the carriage were two middle-aged knights riding huge crimson foxes.

The two foxes were about two meters tall at the shoulder, and their fur sparkled brightly like burning flames in the setting sun.

The knights who ride them have a line of words above their heads - the dark purple "Noble".

"Big brother, second brother!"

Seeing this scene, Danielle's pretty face was full of excitement. She spread her arms like a little girl and rushed towards the two knights.

The two knights quickly dismounted and picked up Daniel, who was running towards them, into their arms. The three of them hugged each other tightly and did not separate for a long time.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you, my dear sister. You are still as beautiful, kind, innocent and lovely as ever. Did that rude Karen bully you?"

The older of the two knights lifted Danielle's hand, gently kissed the back of it with his stubbled lips, and spoke softly.

"I will help you beat him." The younger knight said coldly.

Karen, who had also rushed over to greet them, showed a hint of embarrassment on his face after hearing this.

The strength of his two brothers-in-law has reached the Crescent Moon level. If they really want to beat him up, he can only endure it silently.

"You guys, stop saying that. Darling loves me like his own heart!"

Danielle hugged Karen's arms tightly and glared at them dissatisfiedly. The two brothers had to look away embarrassedly.

"Hey, you three brothers and sisters are so busy reminiscing about the past that you've forgotten about me, an old man."

At this time, the coachman lifted the curtain, and an old woman with silver hair got off the carriage with a gentle smile. It was the Lord of the South - Rosa Martha.

At this moment, all the lords in the entire southern region came to Black Wolf Castle to attend Haydn's baby honor ceremony.

(End of this chapter)