Wearing the Floating Boots, Laisa stealthily crept to one side of the cave entrance and immediately threw an Oil Bottle towards it.
As the Oil Bottle traced a perfect parabola through the air, the instant it hit the ground, the bottle shattered!
The next moment!
"Boom!!!"
A deafening explosion sounded!
"Who is it?"
The two Black Fist Army elites at the cave entrance looked tense, holding Shields, as they vigilantly surveyed the surroundings as if facing a formidable enemy. Inside the cave, there was also the dense sound of Steel Boots stomping.
The spot where Laisa threw the Oil Bottle was just at the cave entrance.
Therefore, most of the explosion sound was transmitted into the cave.
It was as if someone shouted right next to your ear, instantly startling everyone inside!
Soon, two, four, twelve, and finally, nearly twenty Black Fist Army elites charged out of the cave!
Among them, four to five were even donned in red cloaks, clearly Black Fist Army captains ranging from Level 5 to Level 7 Classes.
However, a pathway quickly cleared in the middle, and a charismatic middle-aged man with a center-part hairstyle, wearing a black Magic Robe and holding a red crystal Staff, walked out.
The man sported a mature masculine charm with a neat mustache and was extremely handsome, a common characteristic of Mages.
Thus, thereâs a saying spread across the Valzeg Continent: when you canât determine if a Caster is a Mage or a Mage for a moment, just look into their eyes.
If theyâre deep and full of wisdom, theyâre likely a Mage; otherwise, theyâre a Mage.
This is because Charm is a very important Attribute for Mages; the higher the Charm, the lower the chance of betrayal from Summoned Creatures, and the less the summoning cost is.
No High-tier Mage is ugly.
From this perspective, another widespread saying also holds a lot of credibilityââTo gauge the strength of a Mage, one look at their appearance will tell you.â
Of course, this is merely a humorous take.
Appearance is just a part of Charm, which also includes factors such as demeanor, articulation, and so forth.
Seeing the key figure appear, Raine no longer hid himself and walked forward with a calm expression.
Meanwhile, Aaron, holding the traitor Victor, followed with a serious and vigilant expression.
After all, he still couldnât understand why Mr. Rein in front of him acted so âopenlyâ; wouldnât sneaking in, assassinating, and rescuing be a better tactic?
But the die was cast, and Aaron was not one to cower at heart; seeing the calm Raine, he immediately followed.
Upon seeing Raine at first glance, Davenport was initially slightly puzzled, but after looking at Aaron beside Raine and the bound Victor, a sudden realization flashed across his face. He then wore a charming smile and said:
"Gentleman, have you come to make a deal with me this time?"
Mere observation of the young man in front, clad in a Power outfit, made Davenport relate to the earlier situation when his soul connection with the Summoned Creature Flom Demon suddenly vanished.
He had begun to suspect that the Flom Demon probably died at the hands of the person before him.
And there has been no news from Novak, who was responsible for capturing Earl Yorkâs son, Aaron, showing that something might have happened, likely related to this young man before him.
In other words, his strength was vastly beyond the apparent aura he exuded.
Still, Davenport had absolute confidence in his strength.
"But the York Earlâs sonâs companions are not just one, while you, sir, have only one card left to play." Davenport did not immediately have the Black Fist Army elites take action but pointed his Staff at Victor as he spoke.
Hearing Davenportâs words, Aaronâs expression tightened, his Adamâs apple bobbing as if he wanted to say something, but after a glance at Raine beside him, he swallowed his words back.
Just as Aaronâs attention was focused on Davenport, suddenly, Victor took a swift step with a sidestep roll, instantly escaping from Aaronâs grasp.
"Damn it!"
Aaronâs face turned grave, about to rush forward, but several arrows, whistling through the air, embedded themselves into the ground right in front of him.
Watching the quivering fletches, Aaronâs face turned pale; he knew the traitor had found a chance to flee!
By now, Victor had already reached the ranks of the Black Fist Army elites and was under their protection.
"Iâm sorry, Mr. Rein. I just..." Aaron, looking ashamed, bowed in apology to Raine beside him.
Yet Aaron was also somewhat puzzled why he had a momentary lapse just now.
It shouldnât be!
Now upon thinking carefully, it was probably because Davenport was up to some tricks.
"It isnât your fault," Raine slightly shook his head indifferently.
"Unfortunate, sir, it seems like you donât have the last card in your hand anymore."
On Davenportâs quite handsome face, looking at Raine, a rather gentlemanly smile appeared.
However, even with a smile, anyone could hear the taunting tone in Davenportâs words.
"Exchange? No." Raine shook his head, "I just wanted to ask, are all of you here?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you mean?"
Davenportâs vibrant eyes looked at Raine questioningly.
And at this moment, the traitor Victor who had untangled the steel wire binding his hands, openly laughed:
"This Mr. Rein, although your strength is mighty, even Novak himself couldnât stand against you, meeting Mr. Davenport is truly unfortunate for you!"