Chapter 113 - Chapter 113: Chapter 109: Counterattack! (2/2)

With that thought, Arsh felt much bolder. No matter how much money he had lost, his strength was still vital to the family.

“The money we’ve lost, we can eventually draw from the Fischer family; there’s no need for panic,” he reassured himself.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

“Come in!” He furrowed his brows and looked over.

The sound of knocking came from outside the door, and the servant who entered, seeing the mess on the floor, was not at all flustered, evidently accustomed to the emotional outbursts of the racetrack patrons.

He said with a smile:

“Mr. Arsh, Lord Viscount Garcia is looking for you. He’s waiting outside for you to join him.”

“What?”

Arsh was shocked. Viscount Garcia had also come to Black Mountain Town and was seeking him out.

Not daring to keep him waiting, Arsh quickly followed the servant to the outside.

However, as they walked, the path became more and more secluded until they reached a little grove near the racing grounds where no one else was around; a sense of foreboding filled Arsh’s heart.

“Where exactly is Lord Viscount Garcia?”

Just as he was getting cautious, he suddenly saw Viscount Garcia stepping out of the nearby woods.

The man in the military uniform looked at Arsh and said gravely,

“Mr. Arsh, come over here, please.”

Viscount Garcia, with his beard and resolute appearance, authoritative and penetrating eyes, furrowed thick brows, seemed to be alert and decisive at every moment.

He was the Viscount with the terrifying nickname “Reaper,” an enthusiastic lover of war in his youth, vehemently opposed to signing a peace treaty with the Rhea People, and had secretly killed many opposing family members.

Arsh, whenever he was near the Viscount, instinctively resisted and filled with fear, would respectfully lower his head, scarcely daring to draw a breath as he asked,

“Lord Viscount, did you need something from me? I didn’t expect to see you here; I thought you had no interest in horse racing.”

He didn’t know why Viscount Garcia was here, nor did he understand what the man wanted to discuss with him.

Typically, the aloof and busy Viscount Garcia only associated with his Baron nephew and would never bother with someone of no title like himself.

Suddenly recalling Viscount Garcia’s interests, Arsh quickly said, “To completely control the Fischers, my nephew hopes to make Irene Fischer, who has the talent of a Spellcaster, his mistress.”

“I heard she has not birthed any children yet; in time, perhaps someone from within our family could ensure she bears a child.”

Such an act might defy ethical morals, but it would not consume Baron Kesse’s own limit for reproduction, undoubtedly maximizing benefits, which Baron Kesse himself cared little about.

Arsh smiled and continued, “Lord Viscount, although this is our plan, if you desire Irene Fischer’s body, we will surely give her to you.”

Viscount Garcia was silent for a long while, and his deep voice slowly emerged.

“I am here not for other matters but solely to ensure your death.”

Arsh’s face turned pale in horror as he looked up, and in the next moment, he saw a multitude of orange flames materializing around him, burning fiercely as if he were in a sea of fire!

“Why! Lord Viscount, stop!”

Arsh, a Bloodline Knight, roared, acutely feeling the severe pain in his body and instinctively activating the power of Bloodline “Blackstone Iron Dragon” to grow many hard black dragon scales, which, despite being instantly engulfed in flames, resulted in injury instead of death.

But he dared not retaliate against the mighty “Viscount Garcia” and turned to run frantically with the flames trailing behind him!

Why?

Why did Viscount Garcia want to kill him?

Wrapped in flames, Arsh ran wildly, his heart filled with shock, fear, and confusion.

However, just as he had run a few steps away, he saw the servant standing behind, smiling at him.

Something was off; the servant was not surprised and was even smiling. Definitely something was not right!

As Arsh thought this through, his expression rapidly changed.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the servant pulled out a flintlock and shot at him.

Arsh failed to notice a firefly fluttering in front of him, and the bullet, guided by its path, hit him without a miss.

The bullet didn’t penetrate his body, and he continued to run desperately, then suddenly saw his nephew, Baron Kesse, walking towards him with a tense expression.

“Uncle Arsh! Be careful! An assassin has infiltrated!”

“I know, but Viscount Garcia just now…”

Arsh began to speak nervously but had not finished his sentence when suddenly a dagger was plunged forcibly into his heart, expertly avoiding his hard dragon scales.

“You!”

Disbelieving, he looked at his nephew “Baron Kesse,” who also looked back at him coldly and without hesitation stirred the dagger.