Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

Chapter 114 Mike: A Fourth-Tier Ironbone Warrior, I Want Revenge

Sutcliffe Estate.

"Mr. William, your dishes are truly sumptuous, especially the braised beef shank, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Could you consider sending me the chef who made it?"

After the dinner, Macmillan and Viscount William moved to the study.

The servants had already prepared Negus wine for the two of them to soothe their stomachs.

That's a drink made with sherry, hot water, lemon juice, sugar, and nutmeg.

The taste is mild and pleasant.

"Thanks."

Macmillan took the wine glass from the tray and smiled elegantly at the servant.

After the dinner, he shed his psychological constraints and became more relaxed in his posture.

However, he still maintained the refinement expected of a nobleman in his every move.

After taking an elegant sip of his drink, Macmillan set down his glass, crossed his arms in front of him, and said in a languid tone, "Mr. William, the root of Wiltling's problem lies in the intricate web of interests hidden in the shadows, and the heretics in Dark Oak Forest are the biggest part of that web."

William sat in his high-backed chair, his expression calm, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the ring on his little finger.

"Therefore, our first step is to completely eradicate the heretics entrenched there, cutting off the source of their dormancy at the root, and then taking action against the gangs and officials who are in league with the heretics."

McMillan waved his fingertips like a conductor in an orchestra, his eyes burning as he described his grand vision to William.

"The Rivero family in Wiltling city, although they are also a gang, they have principles, operate discreetly, and are the only gang that completely prohibits the Sleeping Kiss from entering their territory. Gangs like this are worth trying to win over and unite with."

Macmillan exhaled a breath of stale air and looked at Viscount William with a smile.

"That's how politics is. We fight the enemy, we support the enemy, but the most important thing is only one thing: stability."

"I know that," Viscount William nodded solemnly. "As for the heretics in Dark Oak Forest, to be honest, I had already dealt with them in secret before you arrived."

"And what was the result?"

Viscount William shook his head: "It didn't go smoothly at first. In order not to attract attention, I handled it very restrainedly, especially because my family is related to them, so I didn't dare to directly break ties with them."

“But things are different now.” Macmillan spread his palms, pointing to Viscount William sitting behind his desk. “Now I…”

"I represent the King's support, and all the city's resources can be mobilized, with only one goal: to completely annihilate them."

"Yes, Your Excellency Milan."

After a moment's thought, Viscount William told Macmillan about his recent contact with the Witcher and his search for a spiritual priest to accompany him into the Dark Oak Forest.

Upon hearing this, McMillan was slightly taken aback, but the expression on his face vanished in an instant.

Holding his wine glass, he chuckled and teased, "It seems Viscount William is bolder and smarter than I imagined!"

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But then, Macmillan put down his glass, stood up from his chair, and solemnly said to Viscount William, "But it's alright, I'll cover for you, you don't need to worry about that."

Just then, Mike rubbed his stomach, looking troubled. "Sorry, but I'm in a bit of a hurry. Where's the restroom here?"

Viscount William understood. He called over a servant, pointed in a direction, and said, "Go through this corridor, and the last room on the left at the end is it. Of course, the servant will take you there."

Mike nodded, then hurriedly left the study.

Meanwhile, in a room on the second floor of the manor, Lyndon pried open the window and climbed in.

He came here to see Viscount William one last time.

After Lyndon climbed into the room, he quietly walked to the door.

He opened the door a crack.

After confirming through the gap that there was no one else behind him, Lyndon dared to open the door and go out.

Lyndon carefully made his way up the stairs along the corridor wall.

As he walked, Lyndon observed the activity within the manor.

His gaze darted around, searching for Viscount William's whereabouts.

Before he knew it, Lyndon had arrived at the third floor of the manor.

"It should be in the study."

When Linden last visited Sutcliffe Estate, he had already memorized every room in the estate.

Then, Lyndon went to the study on the third floor.

Mike, who was in the bathroom, finally finished dealing with his personal matters.

He wiped the water off his hands with a handkerchief as he walked toward the study.

Coincidentally, Viscount William's study was located in the middle of this corridor on the third floor.

As for Lyndon and MacMillan, they walked towards Viscount William's study from two different directions, one on the left and one on the right.

When the two figures appeared at the corner of the third-floor corridor at the same time, Lyndon and Mike Millan exchanged a glance from afar.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward at that moment.

The two stood there motionless, staring blankly into each other's eyes.

At that moment, a servant beside McMillan suddenly pointed at Lyndon and shouted, "Who are you? There's an intruder!"

The servant's shout woke the two wandering spirits up.

Without a word, Mike made the first move.

He chanted a secret incantation, and then the shadow beneath him began to writhe.

The next moment, the spirit of a knight clad in medieval plate armor emerged from the shadows behind Mike.

The knight held a heavy cross-shaped greatsword, and a faint green light shimmered from the gaps in his helmet.

"Get them!"

Mike gave the order.

The knight then charged toward Lyndon in the corridor, sword in hand.

The knight wielded his greatsword, the sharp blade almost slicing through the air, combined with the weight of the sword itself.

That sword is now unparalleled in the world, invincible.

The summoned knight was incredibly brave and powerful.

Lyndon could only fight and retreat, avoiding any direct confrontation with Mike.

But Mike didn't seem to intend to let the little thief who had sneaked in get away with it.

"Heroes, attack!"

Mike put his hands on his hips and waved, commanding his knightly spirits to launch an attack on Lyndon.

The knight's spirit launched a fierce attack, each swing of the greatsword accompanied by a ferocious whooshing sound.

boom! boom! boom!

Lyndon used his most agile movements to dodge several attacks from the Knight's Spirit.

It's a pity about those expensive decorations on both sides of the corridor.

They were all chopped into dust by the sword energy of the knight's spirit.

Although Lyndon's agility was superb, the corridor space was ultimately limited.

The knight's sword strikes were relentless and nearly wounded Lyndon several times.

But Lyndon also figured out the knight's attack range, so he took advantage of the moment when the knight sheathed his sword to prepare to strike and dodged around him.

Lyndon pushed off with both feet, and whoosh! He was like an arrow shot out, arriving in front of McMillan in the blink of an eye.

His hands suddenly burst into flames.

Secret Technique: [Crimson Hand]

With McMillan's defenses wide open, all Lyndon needed to do was take one more step forward, and his flaming hand would be able to firmly control the man before him.

Even if the knight's spirit were incredibly fast, it wouldn't be enough.

Faced with such a perilous situation, McMillan showed no panic whatsoever; instead, he revealed a meaningful smile.

"Knights' Spirit! Kill!"

McMillan put his hands behind his back and shouted.

Suddenly, Lyndon's eyes widened; he finally understood the source of MacMillan's confidence.

Then, another imposing knight appeared behind McMillan.

The knightly spirit behind MacMillan raised his greatsword and slashed fiercely at Lyndon.

Lyndon quickly stopped and turned around to dodge the sword.

But he was too slow; the knight's blade grazed Lyndon's back.

Lyndon was injured, and he stumbled and leaned against the wall.

Blood flowed from the wound on his back, dripping onto the thick blanket on the ground.

He watched as two heroic knights, wielding greatswords, approached him step by step.

At that moment, Lyndon felt the breath of death.

McMillan still had his hands behind his back, looking Lyndon up and down with disdain.

He sensed the unique vibrational frequency of the clay body emanating from Lyndon.

All those who achieve extraordinary things through the church have a very precise sense of their fellow human beings.

"Ha! Looks like you're still just a Tier 1 Earth-type cultivator. You used your power to sneak into someone else's house, aren't you wasting your own opportunity?"

Having said that, McMillan no longer concealed his strength.

Instantly, his entire body emanated a rusty, blood-red aura.

That aura was so strong, it seemed to emanate from every fiber of McMillan's being.

Every time Mike Milley took a step closer to Lyndon, Lyndon felt the terrifying aura emanating from him weigh down the air in the corridor, making it feel heavy and scorching.

Fourth-tier Iron Bone Transcendent!

Linden never expected that the person in front of him would be a fourth-tier expert, nor did he expect that he could survive a battle with a fourth-tier expert.

You should know that even the weakest of the third-tier lead-blooded individuals can beat you so badly that you can't fight back.

After all, the spiritual power contained within the bodies of extraordinary individuals of different levels varies greatly.

Not to mention that higher-level superhumans possess even more dangerous secret spells and incantations.

The outcome of this battle was never in doubt from the start.

Lyndon is doomed to lose!

Just as Macmillan was preparing to deliver the final blow to Lyndon, Viscount William, who was holed up in his study, heard the commotion. He pushed open the study door and came out, only to find the hallway a complete mess.

He stared at the shards of metal on the floor, wailing, "My collection! My paintings! My carpets! My hallway!"

Viscount William was so angry he nearly fainted, and the commotion successfully attracted Macmillan's attention.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lyndon broke through the encirclement and flashed to the front of Viscount William.

He conjured a [Frenzy Spear] from the blood in his hand, and then pressed the spearhead against Viscount William's throat.

"Don't move! Or I'll kill him!"

Lyndon took Viscount William hostage, threatening MacMillan.

Upon seeing this, MacMillan actually ordered the knights behind him to lay down their weapons, but he didn't say anything about not harming Viscount William or to release him quickly.

He stood there looking at Lyndon with a strange smile on his face.

When Lyndon saw McMillan's expression, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

But because Viscount William was in his hands, Lyndon still had some confidence.

But what happened next was beyond Lyndon's expectations.

All that could be heard was a strange whisper coming from the throat of the kidnapped Viscount William, a sound that was somewhat like a mixture of the calls of frogs and cuckoos. The next moment, a gust of wind suddenly swept in from all directions.

Immediately, Lyndon's eyes were dazzled.

Viscount William also took the opportunity to break free from Lyndon's hold.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the whirlwind blew Lyndon into the air and held him firmly in place.

As a result, the [Frenzy Spear] slipped from Lyndon's hand and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha!" MacMillan laughed as he walked to Viscount William's side, putting his hand on the Viscount's shoulder. "Tonight has been truly entertaining. A first-tier Earth-form transcendent dared to fight a fourth-tier transcendent and even took a third-tier Lead-Body transcendent hostage! Hahaha! My stomach hurts from laughing!"

Viscount William, however, showed no extreme emotion; he picked up the spear that Lyndon had dropped on the ground with a sullen face.

"It is indeed a strange weapon." Viscount William held the spear in his hand and fiddled with it for a few moments.

McMillan chimed in, "Yeah, this is the first time I've ever seen a weapon like this. What is it made of?"

'

The moment MacMillan took the spear from William, the Spear of Fanaticism reverted to its original form.

"It's blood? What kind of secret technique is this?" Mike stared in astonishment at the blood covering his hands.

The way the two looked at Lyndon also carried an unusual meaning.

"I've seen you before. Your name is Lyndon Copperfield, and you're an Xenomorph researcher from the Fog City."

"That's what Viscount William said coldly."

"Just because I won't let you into Dark Oak Forest, you'd rather risk your life to assassinate me!"

Linden, who was caught in the raging wind, smiled wryly and said, "Of course not, Mr. William. If I were really that petty, I might have already made my move when we met for the second time. Why wait until now?"

"The second time?"

Now it was Viscount William's turn to be puzzled.

He had only met Lyndon once before; this was only the second time.

Where does Lyndon's so-called "second side" come from?

"What's wrong, Mr. William? Your memory's not so good!" Lyndon shouted, stuck in mid-air. "You even went out of your way to invite me to Gray Corner! The dinner that day was wonderful, though the fake turtle soup was a bit too salty!"

Upon hearing this, Viscount William was struck dumb.

With a wave of his hand, Lyndon fell from the sky.

boom!

Lyndon fell to the ground, but fortunately the floor was covered with a thick carpet, so it didn't hurt too much.

William strode forward, grabbed Lyndon by the collar, and demanded sharply, "Are you Philip?!"

Lyndon smiled and nodded.

William stared wide-eyed at Lyndon's face, finally releasing his grip and muttering, "So alike, so very alike—"

"You know him?" Mike Millan asked William, pointing at Lyndon with a puzzled expression.

"He's the pastor I asked to purge the heretics—" William said in a low voice.

Suddenly, he remembered something important.

He turned and stared at Lyndon, demanding sharply, "Weren't you all going to Dark Oak Forest? Why are you here? The others..."

Where is Ryder?

Upon hearing this, Lyndon sighed helplessly: "Alas! We've fallen into their trap. Only Cecilia and I escaped; the fate of the others is unknown."

Upon hearing this devastating news, William covered his head and took several steps back.

If he hadn't managed to brace himself against the wall in time, he probably would have collapsed to the ground unconscious.

William forced himself to stand, raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Then why! Why did you come here! What are you here for?"

Seeing Viscount William's frenzied state, Lyndon forced himself to stand up from the ground.

He walked up to Viscount William and Mike, facing the two knights' spirits.

Lyndon gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "Because I'm going to do something, something very important! Go back to Dark Oak Forest and take revenge!"