Chapter 593 - Eight and One
Chapter 593 Eight and One
Howling winds accompanied the pouring rain as a massive storm ensued.
Mag opened his black umbrella to keep out the rain while holding his sword in his other hand. His eyes narrowed as he searched for the limping figure outside.
After taking a glance out of the corner of his eyes at the two figures under the canopy of Mobai’s forge, Mag strode out of the restaurant. The wind and rain instantly drenched his shoes and the bottom section of his pants, but his expression didn’t change in the slightest as he made his way toward Louis at an even pace.
“He came out, Team Leader, and he’s holding a sword!” The thin Black Falcon’s eyes lit up initially, but a fearful look then appeared on his face. Why would an ordinary chef carry a sword with him out on a rainy night? If Narson really was correct and this chef truly was Alex, then wouldn’t he be able to kill all of them?
“Looks like he really is Alex, and that lame man must have some sort of unspeakable connection to him. He’s most likely the one who took Alex to this place three years ago. We have to make sure to kill both of them.” Narson was a lot calmer in comparison. Aside from excitement, there was also a hint of wariness in his eyes.
All of the information that he had read stated that Alex had sustained injuries that were impossible to recover from, and that there was no way he would ever be able to use a sword again.
However, just the name Alex was enough to strike fear and caution in anyone’s heart. Furthermore, it appeared that this man was far from a cripple, so all of them were naturally feeling quite wary.
Louis strode over to the bushes, and laid his right hand on the hilt of his blade.
Right at that moment, a large umbrella appeared over his head, shielding him from the pouring rain.
Louis faltered as he turned to Mag with a perplexed look.
“The rain is really heavy, so I decided to accompany you for a bit,” Mag explained with a smile.
“Alright.” Louis hesitated momentarily as he looked into Mag’s eyes before making his way into the square with Mag in accompaniment.
The two of them walked at a leisurely pace, and there were no signs suggesting that they were in any peril at all.
Bertley slowly lowered the dagger in his hand as he hid in the bushes. His back was completely drenched in a mixture of rainwater and cold sweat. He stared intently at the man holding the umbrella, and he could clearly see the longsword in his hand.
The sword was quite long and thin, a little different from what the sword in the legends was supposed to be like.
However, the fact that he was walking alongside Louis on a rainy night with a sword in his hand was enough to tell a compelling story.
However, Bertley still wasn’t in a hurry to strike, as he had already discovered a few others with the same objective as his. They weren’t Cheetahs, so they could only be Black Falcons.
The Cheetahs were under the eldest prince’s command, while the Black Falcons answered to the second prince. They existed to do dirty work for their respective masters in the shadows. The two of them were natural enemies, and had fought countless times with many of their members perishing every year as a result of their ongoing feud.
Now, they were all pursuing the same target. There was only one Cheetah present, but there were eight Black Falcons on the scene. The Cheetah wasn’t stupid enough to reveal himself and make the first move.
“Go after them!” Narson waved a hand and led the way into the rain. The seven Black Falcons followed along soundlessly.
It’s best for me to wait in the shadows for now. Hopefully, Louis and that man can wear themselves out and kill all of the Black Falcons so I can swoop in and land the killing blow. Bertley lurked in the darkness for a while longer before following the eight Black Falcons deeper into the Aden Square.
“You shouldn’t have come out. With your past injuries, even if you can walk now, it would be very difficult for you to fight anymore. Your identity has most likely been exposed as well,” Louis whispered urgently with furrowed brows.
“I find cooking more interesting nowadays, but I have to admit that I’m still a better killer than I am a chef. As long as I can still hold a sword, I can still kill.” A smile appeared on Mag’s face as he glanced at their pursuers out of the corner of his eye. He then shook his head, and said, “Besides, some of them were drawn here by you, while the others came here of their own accord. If I don’t kill them before they can spread the news, my identity will truly be exposed. Hence, they have to die.”
Louis took a glance at the longsword in Mag’s hand, and asked, “You changed swords?”
An ironic smile appeared on Mag’s face as he said, “This one is a bit more suitable for me at the moment. Besides, my old sword is being kept at the royal palace to commemorate me, is it not?”
“How many of them are there?” Louis asked.
“Eight and one. I’ll take on the eight, you take care of the one that came after you. We have to act fast. If we let even one of them get away, we’ll be in big trouble.” Mag was searching for a suitable location to facilitate their battle. Being forced to kill someone was not ideal in Chaos City. If something were to go wrong, he would most likely have to flee the city with Amy again.
“Did you encounter a goddess who healed your injuries and taught you to cook?” Louis turned to Mag with a skeptical look.
“I’ve only partially recovered. My body is currently comparable with a 3rd-tier knight’s, but I should have no issues killing people.” Mag shook his head in response.
“Alright, I’ll get the one that came after me, then come to help you.” Louis nodded in support of Mag’s decision.
Mag finally stopped in front of a large tree. They had arrived in a groove deep into the Aden Square. It was quite far away from the restaurant, and no one would come here on such a rainy night. Furthermore, the sound of the pouring rain and thunderclaps could drown out the sounds of the upcoming battle.
Mag lowered his umbrella, and when he raised it again, he was the only one left under it; Louis had disappeared.
Within the pitch-black forest, rainwater was still drumming on the umbrella.
Narson stopped and gave an almost undetectable whistle, like the cry of an indeterminate bug. The Black Falcons immediately stopped about a dozen meters away from Mag, awaiting the signal to attack with wary expressions on their faces.
This man appeared to be a completely different person compared to the man who had once reigned supreme over the Norland Continent, but everyone was still struck by an extreme sense of pressure in his presence.
Alex was an insurmountable benchmark for all knights on the Norland Continent, and was regarded as a man who had reached the pinnacle of human performance. That was why they had deployed so many 10th-tier magic casters, knights, and demons to assassinate him three years ago.
“I don’t care if you’re Alex or not; you have to die tonight.” Narson gripped tightly onto the hilt of his longsword as he gave two short sharp whistles. He then drew his longsword and rushed toward Mag soundlessly.
At the same time, five people emerged from different directions, all also charging at Mag with weapons in their hands. Meanwhile, the remaining two Black Falcons pulled out wands and began to chant spells in the darkness.