"Don't worry, Sir Anders. I got this." Scott grinned.

"Once we capture this bastard, I'll torture the Dew Balm formula out of him!."

Anders hummed noncommittally. "This guy is not ordinary. Regular guards might not cut it. Are your people up for the task?"

"Don't worry, Sir Anders. I'm prepared to handle this bastard," Scott assured, clapping his hands.

Soon, a man and a woman stepped forward from behind Scott.

The man was in a black tee. He stood strong and towered over six feet, muscles flexing. Unlike a regular human, a subtle rumble came from him with every breath.

The woman had a mask covering half her face, her lips showing a bluish tint, and her eyes purple. She wore a black robe, giving off a creepy and menacing vibe.

"Sir Anders, these two are exceptional individuals I brought. His name is Cooper Stiff—bulletproof and blade-resistant, unfazed by fire or water.

tough cookie, unafraid of pain, and stares at death in the face. You're not getting

more tough. A master

of her poison, and it's a one-way ticket to

Stiff? Elysia Siren? The notorious

Undead Hexcasters? Seriously? Didn't they

halfway to becoming a grandmaster. They specialized in dark arts and brutal techniques. Even a grandmaster martial artist would back off if these two teamed

thought you had this much influence, bringing the Undead Hexcasters

buzzed with amazement

dark reputation aside, their strength was undeniable. Rumor had it

heard Sir Anders values talent, so I pulled these two out of retirement. They're

raised an eyebrow, smiling. "You both got skills and mystical arts to boot.

you, Veros Warrior!" Cooper and Elysia

Elysia gazed at Anders in respect. As the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255