Sitting on the sofa was an old man with short white hair in a neat haircut.
“Wh-What brings you here, sir?” Yaroslav, also known as Mr. Gabriel, cautiously asked.
“How could I not be here for something as major as this? You’d already be beheaded and dead on the ground if I hadn’t come.”
“Sir, are you referring to James?” Yaroslav was taken aback for a moment.
Then, Mr. Gabriel immediately continued. “I know the King wants to eliminate me so that people from our faction will reveal themselves in the ensuing chaos. However, he doesn’t want to make any bold moves. That’s why he’s using James as his sword. Be that as it may, I doubt that James is capable of doing anything.”
“Is that so?”
The old man looked at Yaroslav and asked flatly, “How do you compare with Donovan Blithe?”
Yaroslav replied hesitantly, “We’ve never fought against each other personally, but I’m probably not a match for him since he has mastered the Blithe Fist of Abomination.”
“Exactly, you’re no match for him. Naturally, how does this pit you against James? James’ attack could make Donovan vomit blood, and he had no choice but to turn to the Grand Patriarch of the Blithes for help. If James is determined to kill you, you’d sooner turn into a flying pig than get away successfully.”
Yaroslav’s eyes widened in recognition. “W-Wait… Is James the old man that fought at Mount Littleroot?”
“Correct, again.”
“Sir, you have to save me!”
The old man’s face became serious.
Things had gone a little bit beyond his expectations.
James’ skills were improving rapidly and this was starting to complicate things.
He could not let Mr. Gabriel die. Otherwise, everything would fall apart at the seams.
Yet, if Mr. Gabriel does not die, James will relentlessly hound them and might cause even more trouble in the process.
“Yaroslav, sorry to say but I need you to take one for the team. For the Mount Thunder Conference to proceed smoothly, your death is crucial. James will stop interfering after you’re out of the picture.”
“But, Sir, James will surely destroy all the research facilities after killing me. They’re the result of years and years of hard work…”
The old man waved his hand casually. “There’s no need for you to worry about that. For now, you’ll have to die at James’ hands. As for whether you can survive… Well, that will depend on your own capabilities. If you can think of a way to save yourself, you can live.”
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