Chapter 337 Start of a Conspiracy 1/2 (1/2)

Waltz held the burning wrath inside his mind from exploding. He realised that he had belittled this young man and never did he expect that he would know details about him inside out. Not only did Rhode learn about the 'Tears of Sorrow', but he also knew that he had a son… Waltz had always been protective of his son because he knew that he had many enemies..

But never did he expect to be checkmated.

Who exactly is this man? According to my intel, he came from the Eastern Plains, but didn't those old farts always give no regards to the outside world?

However, now wasn't the time for this. Waltz reached out for his waist, retrieved a dagger, and threw it to Rhode.

Rhode took it and scanned it. On the surface, this short dagger was nothing out of the ordinary. It was dull-looking and definitely didn't seem anything like an incredible magical weapon. Moreover, there was also a layer of dust over it like an unattractive item in the weapon store. However, through the simple design and unique hilt, Rhode identified it as the authentic 'Tears of Sorrow'. Legends said that this short dagger was once the weapon of a legendary Thief and it was named ”Death” because anyone who was defeated by it was dead. But, one day, the Thief accidentally injured his beloved woman with the short dagger while escaping the chase of his enemies. As he couldn't cure curses, he could only witness the death of his beloved woman as her fresh blood flowed in his arms. Thereafter, the Thief sealed this short dagger and renamed it 'Tears of Sorrow'.

However, such past times didn't interest Rhode at all. He placed the short dagger on the table. Indeed, the curse effect of this magical dagger was like a demon's lure. Every warrior knew that it would bring a huge impact if there was a way to inflict permanent damage that couldn't be healed. Of course, they didn't know that this was also a double-edged sword. However, the huge satisfaction and glory at the thought of their enemies turning pale after witnessing this weapon was all too tempting.

The demon's lure.

Rhode snorted at the sight of the short dagger. Then, he swung his arm.

The 'Crimson Blade' sprung out in a red flash of lightning, cleaving the short dagger in the middle, instantly splitting the table into half. A powerful whirlwind rose from the impact and pushed the mercenaries back.

What a terrifying man.

Waltz gawked. Just based on this strike, he discovered that Rhode's strength wasn't weakened from the battle he had with Barter at all.

Clang!

The broken dagger fell to the ground and released a black mist of curse, which hovered in midair and let out ear-piercing screams before disappearing into thin air. Rhode glanced at the pile of wreckage, sheathed his sword, and communicated with Celia. Shortly after, she brought good news for him—Christie's incurable wound had fully recovered and she fell into deep sleep. She just needed a full night of rest and she would recover completely.

”You can give my son back now,” Waltz said grimly as he stared. If his son wasn't in Rhode's hands, he would have ran up and finished him off.

”Of course.” Rhode smiled to Waltz and revealed one finger.

”My men will send you a message after I leave and the message will direct you to the rightful place. Of course, I urge you not to come up with any funny ideas; if not, I can't guarantee that nothing else will happen. Mr. Waltz, since you have already sacrificed so much, surely you won't want to see your efforts go to waste.”

”… What you meant was…”

Waltz clenched his teeth, but he couldn't think of any useful solutions. Although the man was young, he seemed to be experienced in doing such things. From Rhode's expression, Waltz couldn't see any signs of panic, uncertainties, or conflicts of moral conscience. It was as though kidnapping someone wasn't something that he was concerned and mindful of. As a matter of fact, this was true, because in the game, players didn't care if there was justice. As long as they received powerful equipment, mass amount of money, strong techniques, and experiences, then they would do anything. From saving the world to murder, arson, kidnapping, and blackmail, they were all a walk in the park for a veteran player like Rhode.

At this moment, Rhode seemed to be disinterested in continuing their conversation anymore and he gestured to Waltz before casually strolling out of the bar.

”Damn it!”

Waltz smashed his fist on the wall. Not only did he not achieve his expected benefits, but he also wasted his family treasure. This damn bastard…!

Boom!

At this moment, scarlet fireworks erupted above a nearby warehouse. Waltz rushed to the window hurriedly. Then, he commanded his mercenaries.