Chapter 502 - Volume 3 (1/2)

“I’m sorry sir. I was the one who summoned the Devil…” Brendel looked back to see the origin of the weak and mellow voice to be a handsome lad. He was wearing a silky white sleeping gown, and he was holding onto the black walls. He had a delicate face, black hair the length of her shoulders, and pupils with a hint of purple. He had a pale white complexion, and thin lips the color of roses. He curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, as if questioning the presence of Brendel here.

He reminded Brendel of the Silver Elf Nemenis from the Emerald Forest. Haiz. I do have to admit that there are some people who are more beautiful than Elves in this world. Why can’t I be one of them? Wait… Are those pointy ears?

So he’s a Half-Elf. Phew… At least it didn’t ruin my pride as a self-proclaimed ‘handsome’ human’.

“Count Yanbao, are you fine?” Lonin bowed towards the boy. The boy looked at the captain and nodded, confirming his ident.i.ty as Count Yanbao.

How can this young kid be a Count? Brendel raised his eyebrows, and stared at the ridiculously delicate face of the boy.

The boy was also a.s.sessing Brendel. His eyes shone with curiosity. In this world, most of the illusion spells will be dispelled once the user attacks or use any skill, so in Brendel’s case, his facade was exposed, revealing a man in a long hood and shrouded in black mist that resembled the people from the Evil Cult.

But the Evil Cultists were friends with the Devils, so they would not have cut down the Abyss Lord just now.

The young boy did not reveal any form of fear. Suddenly, there were some clanging noises coming down from above the stairs, and a golden armored female knight rushed down at lightning speed. He saw Brendel and the others next to Lonin and revealed a face full of shock. She pulled out her sword and bellowed, “Lonin! Who are these people?”

A Gold ranker. Brendel’s mouth twitched. Seems like this is the other Gold ranker under Count Yanbao… Her chest seems to be rather alluring to the men though. If she were a model, there was no doubt that she would be one of the most beautiful people on the top of the list.

The girl was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, so reaching Gold rank would mean that she was one of the geniuses of this generation. Her hair was bundled up in a bun, and with the unkempt look she had, she must have just woke up.

She noticed Brendel’s gaze, and her face began to blush. She covered her the part of her chest that was not b.u.t.toned up, and roared, “What are you looking at!”

“Niya,” Count Yanbao stopped the knight’s action and looked at Brendel.

“Count Yanbao?” Brendel asked for confirmation

“My name is Dilferi Odinar, the last successor of the Yanbao family, and also the current Count Yanbao,” he used his mellow voice to make an introduction. Brendel did not see any sort of panic in his eyes, but tiredness. Then, the count placed his hand on his collarbone, and thanked Brendel courteously, “Thank you for eliminating the Devil for us.”

“No need to thank me, but don’t you think it’s inappropriate for a n.o.ble to form a pact with a Devil?” Brendel questioned.

The young boy stiffened, and the knight by his side scolded and leaped at him with her sword raised high. Brendel was unarmed at the moment, but he immediately opened the Dimension s.p.a.ce and pulled out Halran Gaia.

As he pulled it out, he parried Niya’s attack. However, his strength far surpa.s.sed her strength, and she was flung back into the coal-black stairs behind her, and with a thunderous boom, her fall caused a mess of dust and ashes.

But Brendel was surprised as well. Upon activating Berserk, his Strength was about 500 points, and yet when their swords clashed, his arms trembled in the recoil. If the girl were to play the game, she would have been the player who purely focused on her strength. What a weirdo.

The knight climbed out of the pile of ash, and from her gritting teeth, it seems like she wanted another bout. But Count Yanbao stopped her. He seems to think Brendel as an ally instead of an enemy.

He looked back, at the manor that was now a mess and said, “Mister, I may not know where you came from, but I wish you can help me out with something.”

He was looking at something in the distance. A moment later, Brendel could hear some disturbances beyond the manor. It was the sound of horseshoes and mud splas.h.i.+ng. The Patrol Guards.

Brendel looked at the direction of the noise, and in just a while, the silhouette of a knight appeared.

“It’s the Patrol Guards from the neighboring town,” Lonin squeezed his eyebrows.

Brendel looked back, and understood what he had to do. He just squeezed his eyes, “I need a promise, Count Yanbao.”

The count bit his lip, “What is it that you need? I’ll promise you anything as long as you don’t interrupt the goals of my family.”

“You’re speaking as the successor of your family?”

The knights pa.s.sed the front yard, and is closing in on the building. But they were blocked by the guards of the manor. Count Yanbao looked and nodded at Brendel. He can only hope that Brendel was not coming for the blood of his family. But he could not help but feel unease around Brendel.

“Lord Yanbao,” Lonin warned.

But the young boy just shook his head.