Chapter 439: Belo Acting Strange, The Land Of Eternal Winter (1/2)

“This guy actually has retainers?”

Meraly opened her eyes wide in disbelief and sized up the two retainers Belo had recruited from the underground arena, Snake Charmer Hiruka and Bat.

Usually, only a lord would possess retainers. More importantly, regardless of Snake Charmer Hiruka or Bat, she could feel a dangerous aura from them.

Not just their arcane levels, that cunning, cruel and bloodthirsty aura could only be owned by arcane masters wh survived countless life and death battles.

Simply speaking, the two arcane masters are not mob characters. They would be extremely difficult opponents in the Hunting Forest!

However, such arcane masters would actually become Belo’s retainers?

Holy Dawn...... What kind of monsters are you bunch!

Just as Meraly evaluated the two retainers who came, Belo just pushed up his spectacles. His calm expression suddenly flashed a blood thirsty glow.

“Bat!”

Belo looked at Bat, who had scars on both corners of his mouth, with stern and impulsive expression, “I don’t know your real name, so I will call you Bat for now. Are you ashamed that you are the sole survivor of your Corps? Did you become a deserter during battle? But as long as you live, if you feel shameful for living, you must fight with even more desperation. You must take revenge for your fallen comrades, until the last drop of blood is drained from your body.”

“Do you dare to follow me to the Eternal Winter Forest? To investigate the truth of the Ghouls that caused the downfall of your Bat Corps? To avenge your Corps? Then don’t show me that sorrowful face, let me see your hatred and anger. If you want to live the rest of your life in seclusion, forever ashamed of yourself for running away due to the strength of the enemies that exterminated your Corps, then I will abolish the master-retainer relationship here. You did not complete the ritual properly after all.”

Hearing Belo’s speech, Bat unconsciously raised his face.

He could see a trace of an unusual flame in Belo’s eyes. That trace of flame seemed to allow him to clearly see Belo’s character. It also seemed to be looking at his own pettiness and cowardice from somewhere.

“Dying in fear, isn’t this what the weak...... is best at?”

Belo seemed to have silently spoken that line.

“Bat Corps’s deserter...... is willing to serve you!”

Bat held his breath, but his body seemed to have regained heat, and the fire was relit. “As for my name, I will tell you after I avenged the Bat Corps, or when the final drop of blood flowed out from my body.”

Bat did a military salute that represented the pledge in the Bat Corps towards Belo.

Meraly uncontrollably opened her mouth, but no words came out. The figure of Bat at that moment and Belo’s demeanor caused her heart to throb violently.

“Belo’s mission this time seems different from usual.”

“Is it my imagination?”

Ayrin and the rest looked at each other. They felt that Belo emitted a glow never seen before.

“I should be able to encounter you this time and settle everything......”

Belo turned around and moved on. The blood thirsty glow seemed to have completely disappeared. However, that chilling sentence resounded in his heart.

......

“Even these Corps are threatening us from this chance?”

Within the Storm Castle of House Baratheon, dangerous aura loomed around. The yellow-colored clouds constantly formed into huge hurricanes in the sky.

In the conference hall, the middle-aged man that looked similar to Rinsyi looked at the few Baratheon lords below. He sneered, “Did they think that we are powerless against them after the downfall of the Maelstrom Team?”

“Release the Black-Market Bounty.”

That calm and majestic middle-aged man coldly ordered, “As long as they can kill the Holy Dawn Academy team’s members, they will be rewarded a Storm Dragon Egg from Baratheon.”

......

The Kingdom of Doa.

Within the depth of the Green Dragon Divine Temple, a green building that looked like an enormous dragon head was shrouded by a layer of grey film.

Jean Camus looked at the grey film outside the door. Although his expression was calm, his anxious feeling was becoming stronger and stronger.

A bewitching figure appeared behind the grey film, then crossed the film and walked up to him.

“Why don’t you just kill me? You should know that trapping me here is even more painful than killing me.” Jean Camus looked at the Divine Temple Priestess who walked to him and spoke.