As he spoke, his personal guards had already surrounded Dustin and Abigail. Their gazes were menacing.

“Greetings, Sir Anders.” Dustin lowered his head and replied, “My name is Rhet Adams. And this is my sister, Abigail Adams.”

“You look familiar. Have we met before? “Anders questioned. His gaze was as sharp as a knife as he scrutinized Dustin from top to bottom as if trying to see through him.

“When you returned victorious last year, Sir Mosey held a grand banquet. I had the honor to visit and witness your impressiveness.

“I didn’t expect you to remember me still. I’m truly flattered!” Dustin pretended to be fearful. His statement was partially true. It was true that Anders had won a significant battle last year and hosted a celebration banquet, inviting many guests.

Dustin, of course, had no time to attend. It was information provided by Ethan. To be on the safe side, he had memorized the details thoroughly, and it now came in handy.

Anders narrowed his eyes, staring at Dustin

With that, he left

person won’t be easy to deal with.” Abigail’s expression grew solemn as she watched him

an unfriendly gaze from such a distance was frightening. If an assassin were planning a sneak attack, they might be dead even before having the chance

could become Dragonmarsh’s God of War. How could he roam

faint smile. Anders Mosey was known as the strongest among the five God of Wars. Dustin couldn’t gauge his real strength

years had passed, and Anders was no longer the same person. On the other hand, Dustin lacked resources and support from the West

of an advantage when facing

if I use one of my poisons to knock him out? Then we can grab the Emerald Corolla,”

just stick to our original plan,” Dustin declined flatly. Anders was undoubtedly a full-fledged grandmaster. Poisoning him would be a challenging feat, given his skill level. Besides, his

Anders may be skilled, but the methods of

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