Chapter 1374 - Worthiness of the Strong (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“What did you say?” Negan said, frustrated. “Smell of blood? Do you think you are a dog?”

What is this person babbling about? He doesn’t seem sane in any way. His tone has a hint of provocation and ridicule. No typical person would ever say such things to a stranger that they are meeting for the first time.

If it was any other day, he would have had the interest to entertain her, but at that moment, their escape from Sedimentation Bay was of utmost priority, and the best way to deal with a fool was to silence her.

Negan increased the strength in his grip and conveyed his thoughts to his older brother.

The latter did not loosen up. “I think… you are mistaken. We are at the docks, killing fishes and drying them isn’t a rare occurrence.”

“The difference between the smell of human blood and the smell of fish is like comparing heaven to earth.” The girl remained nonchalant. “If it was just a single smell, you could have explained it away with a wound, but the smell of blood on your bodies is a mixture and difficult to miss. Some of them are old, probably separated by several months, while some are relatively new, afflicted maybe two to three days ago—they are currently emanating out from beneath your clothes without end.”

Beneath our clothes?

Negan was startled.

To majority of knights, a portable and sturdy armor was definitely the most precious asset they could have. If meticulously taken care off, the armor could last for a few generations, and that was what the Murrays took pride in. They had given up on their land in Everwinter, but they had never abandoned their armors and weapons.

The two had donned large coats and robes to hide their armor, which was nothing strange during winter. It was only when they killed others for pleasure would they remove the coats and robes—Besides gaining more mobility and flexibility, the action of removing their outer clothes removed any worries of staining their clothes. As for the armor, they only had to wipe clean the metallic surface to restore its bright and clean state, at the same time maintaining the armor with grease.

But this was information no one knew, how did she come to know about it?

Could it be… that she had really relied on her nose to detect the blood?

Unease immediately surged in Negan’s heart.

Right at this moment, the force that held down his hand suddenly loosened.

All he saw was a blur as Talos appeared in front of the girl with a charge. His elder brother did not even draw his weapon out. To a trained veteran, fists and joints were sufficient to doom an enemy.

Talos movements could be considered as fast as lightning, only taking a blink to move and unleash his hand. Negan felt that even he would have difficulty reacting against his brother.

In terms of techniques and capabilities, his elder brother was definitely Everwinter’s top knight.

Whether or not the other party was an idiot, a lunatic, or an ordinary person with an extraordinary sense of smell, she was already a dead person.

However, the sound of her neck breaking did not sound. Instead, Negan heard two crisp, cracking sounds.

The lady lifted her elbow and deflected the metallic hand which was aimed for her neck, then intercepted Talos’ left jab with a single palm—

Negan’s eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets!

How is that possible?

Ignoring fighting techniques, just based on the disparity of strength between a male and a female was enough to determine everything. But, it was his first time witnessing his elder brother being intercepted by someone with a single hand!

In that instant, the two exchanged multiple moves, yet Talos was unable to land any fatal strikes on her. After separating, he finally tore off his robes and drew a dagger.

“Brother, together!”

The low growl had a hint of anxiousness.

Negan immediately realized that his elder brother had used the judgment as a Knight and realized that the other party was not someone who could be taken down alone.

“Who are you exactly?” he clenched his teeth and drew out a knife and stooped beside Talos.

“Who I am isn’t important. More importantly, the two of you aren’t ordinary refugees—So the two of you have to have to explain the reason for lying.” The lady spread out her hands, as though indicating she was fine empty-handed. “If you surrender now, maybe you’ll suffer less. But murder is a serious crime. According to Graycastle law, once it is confirmed that the blood on your hands comes from innocent people, you will be condemned to death regardless of whatever reasons you give.”

Has she gone… crazy!?

She looked as though she was advising them, but her words and actions were obviously forcing them to a corner—who in the right mind will ever mention death as the outcome so sincerely at the onset? Anyone who was informed that they were bound to die would definitely not sit idle to be captured. In other words, she was obviously forcing them to take action!