Chapter 1101 - 309: Extraordinary Archery (10,000)_6
Chapter 1101: Chapter 309: Extraordinary Archery (10,000)_6
Lady Dalia hurriedly pressed, "They? Who are they?"
This time, Callum did not answer her.
Instead, he walked to the door of the study where Master Devant usually lived.
Just like he had kicked open Lady Dalia’s bedroom door, he lashed out with one foot and smashed open the double wooden doors of the study.
Amid the startled screams of two young maids on the large bed in the study, he began searching quickly.
After searching around once, Callum still didn’t find anything.
Callum’s gaze shifted, and he happened to see the two young maids, clothes neat and in order, trying to flee out of the study.
Callum’s right hand moved; he once again drew the scimitar at his waist and blocked the two young maids in front of him.
Callum’s eyes swept over the bodies of the two young maids from top to bottom, unscrupulously taking them in.
He especially let his greedy gaze linger several times on the full curves at their fronts and backs.
Only then did Callum speak. "If you want to live, find every last coin of the money Master Devant hid away and bring it all to me!"
"Otherwise..."
Callum’s right arm suddenly tensed with Power; with one slash he chopped into the open wooden door, and with a crack the blade sank three fingers deep in an instant.
The two maids’ eyes were filled with terror, and they hurriedly responded.
"Y-yes, Guard Captain, my lord."
"We’ll go right away, right away..."
Callum grunted in acknowledgment; his body shifted, and he leaned against the doorframe to wait.
His eyes kept roaming over the moving bodies of the two young maids, never stopping their predatory sweep.
No wonder Master Devant was unwilling to go back to Lady Dalia’s bedroom.
With such young bodies, firm and without a trace of excess flesh, who wouldn’t like them?
After a burst of rummaging and clattering as they searched through chests and cabinets—
One maid, holding a silk-wrapped bundle in her hands, came to stand before Callum.
"Guard Captain, my lord...this, this is the money Master kept in the study."
"As for whether there’s any in other places...we servants truly don’t know, Guard Captain, my lord..."
Callum reached out and took it directly, lifted the bundle and saw the gleam of gold and silver inside, then nodded in satisfaction.
He was just about to leave.
Callum noticed the patches of crimson blooming on the previously pale, delicate cheeks of the two maids.
Their moist, reddened lips were opening and closing, panting out hot breaths.
On their full, snow-white chests, tiny beads of sweat were scattered everywhere.
The dense little droplets fused into rivulets that slid down from the high swell of the maids’ curves, all the way...
Looking at this scene, Callum’s brows rose, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
Callum closed his eyes tight, took a deep breath in and then let it out, forcefully casting the most primal desires in his mind to the back of his head.
He yanked his scimitar out of the doorframe and, without looking back, strode at a run toward the distant staircase.
Callum admitted it.
The two young maids standing before him had given him a powerful visual shock.
They had even made it hard for him to control the instinctive desires of his own body!
But when choosing between life and death and the hunger of the flesh—
Callum chose the former!
With this bundle of gold pounds and shillings and jewelry in his hand,
it was enough for him to live out a wealthy life for the rest of his days.
Even if he wanted girls like those two just now, young and shapely, he could easily buy dozens of them!
Under the watching eyes of the gathered maids, Callum ran down the staircase.
He reached the reception hall on the first floor of the Manor residence.
Callum’s gaze swept over the faces of the maids.
Because of their fear and awe of Callum, the maids all lowered their heads.
Callum addressed them.
"Master Devant is already dead!"
"The Guards and Peasants he gathered have also been slaughtered by more than half!"
"If you don’t want to, if you don’t want to end up as their slaves, you can run now..."
The maids immediately lifted their heads, looking at one another in shock.
Callum completely ignored their expressions.
He strode off on his own toward the horses tied to the logs outside the Manor residence.
Untying one and taking the reins in hand, Callum had just been about to mount when his gaze shifted.
Far off.
A rolling roar of thundering hooves rose, coming from far and drawing near.
The corners of Callum’s mouth curled up; without the slightest hesitation, he swung into the saddle, snapped the reins hard with both hands, and kicked the horse’s belly with both legs.
With repeated shouts to urge it on, the horse beneath Callum neighed again and again, then set off at a gallop.
Callum’s heart eased a little.
Even if there was an armored cavalry unit, even if their horses were fast...
As long as he could get out of the Manor residence, get out of Benitez Manor, get out of Bo Xi Town—
everything that had happened here would have nothing to do with him!
He could even go all the way to Kakasong City and report what had happened in Bo Xi Town to Viscount Jon Zuck.
He might even receive a reward from Viscount Jon Zuck!
Whoosh!
Just as Callum was planning out his future life in his mind—
A sharp hiss tore through the air behind him.
Callum’s brows twitched slightly, and he turned his head back in puzzlement.
Aside from the oil lamps burning inside the Manor residence, and the braziers blazing on the open square and shedding their light,
the rest of the place was still shrouded in darkness.
Callum was just about to pull his gaze back when his pupils suddenly contracted!
A faint point of light pierced through the distant darkness, through the square lit by the braziers, and shot straight toward him.
Callum was shocked to the core and tried to dodge.
However—
That faint light seemed to rip through space itself and arrived right before his eyes.
Crack~
With a low, dull sound of bone snapping, the Arrow struck dead center into Callum’s brow.
The straight shaft drove seven or eight centimeters into his brow before it finally stopped.
Callum’s legs, which had been clamping the horse’s belly, suddenly went limp as if every last bit of Power had been drained from his body.
With a heavy thud, Callum toppled from the saddle to the ground, all life gone from him.
His eyes, still wide with terror, stared straight up at the dark vault above, refusing to close.
In the distance.
Earl, clad in Standard Plate Armor, urged his Warhorse forward at a gallop and came to a stop beside Callum.
Earl pulled on the reins, slowing the Warhorse and bringing it gradually to a halt.
The Warhorse circled Callum’s body on the ground a few times; once he was sure there was no sign of breath—
Earl shifted his gaze toward Wesley, who had halted in the open square, and shouted loudly,
"Lord Wesley, dead center in the brow—one Arrow, one kill!"
Seeing Wesley nod to him in acknowledgment,
Earl looked again at Callum’s corpse on the ground, and at the Triangular Armor-Piercing Arrow buried in his brow, his heart filled with shock.
The night had swallowed heaven and earth, and they could see no more than a few dozen meters!
Yet Wesley had only relied on his legs clamping his horse’s belly; while the Warhorse was rushing at full Speed, he’d nocked and drawn his bow with both hands...
And from at least three hundred meters away, he’d shot down Callum, who was also riding a galloping horse!
And it had struck dead center in the brow—one Arrow, one kill!
His sight was no longer constrained by darkness?
Or did he rely on razor-sharp hearing?
No wonder Wesley could be appointed by Lord Master Lynn as Commander of the Archers...
With such Ability, he was no longer someone an Ordinary person could compare to!
Extraordinary Archery!
The next second,
a powerful sense of relief surged up in Earl’s chest.
Fortunately, Lord Wesley belonged to Lord Master Lynn’s command and stood on the same side as him!
Pressing down the stray thoughts in his heart,
Earl urged his Warhorse toward Wesley in the open square to join up with him.
Like Wesley, Earl swung down from his Warhorse and came to stand at Wesley’s side.
Earl gave his report again. "Lord Wesley, the Guard Captain Callum who tried to flee has already been shot dead by you!"