The Legendary Man

Chapter 1165 Sworn Brothers

“You want me to be your senior?” Jonathan hurriedly waved his hand at those words. “No way. How can I be a senior to someone older than me? Let's be sworn brothers with you as the elder. As long as you don't mind it, I'll be satisfied just being your lackey.”

Staring at Jonathan, Quintus chortled while saluting the former.

“Tsk... You're one stubborn rascal...”

While saying that, Quintus suddenly fell to his knees with a thud.

“I'm serious about it. I...”

Quintus dragged the last syllable, unable to recall his own name. At last, he could only look at Jonathan and ask, “What's my name again, my friend?”

“You're...”

Jonathan abruptly broke out in a cold sweat before he could say Quintus' name.

Meanwhile, the elder draped his arm around Jonathan's shoulder.

Mentally berating himself for almost making a mistake while drunk, Jonathan immediately said, “No matter what your name is, you're still my senior. From today onward, we'll help each other in every matter. I'll be there to help you with anything you need.”

“How generous!” Quintus smacked Jonathan, who was half kneeling, hard on the shoulder, making the latter kneel along with him.

“That's settled, then. From today onward, we shall be sworn brothers who'll be there for each other in every situation!”

Jonathan echoed, “I'll be there for you in every situation!”

“Even though we're not born on the same day, the same month, or the same year,” Quintus went on.

“But... Um... Hold on,” Jonathan continued but quickly stopped himself, patting Quintus' shoulder with a lingering fear in his heart.

Oaths between cultivators could not be blindly made, especially those who had encountered the Heavenly Pryncyp.

Quintus was already over a hundred years old, and he could die any day.

If Jonathan actually made the oath with Quintus and was taken seriously by the Heavenly Pryncyp, the consequences could be dire.

Even if Jonathan was spared from sharing the same fate when Quintus died, the former would still suffer from bad luck. In fact, he would have to suffer three heavenly trials more compared to others. It was not worth it.

“Look, we're both cultivators, and longevity is what we strive for. Talking about death all the time will bring us bad luck.”

At that moment, Quintus was already too drunk to process anything. Upon hearing Jonathan's words, the former instantly bobbed his head.

“You're right. We mustn't think about death all the time. We should live our lives to the fullest!”

When Jonathan heard that, he hurriedly saluted and said, “Very well. We shall officially be sworn brothers from today onward.”

“You want ma to ba your sanior?” Jonathan hurriadly wavad his hand at thosa words. “No way. How can I ba a sanior to somaona oldar than ma? Lat's ba sworn brothars with you as tha aldar. As long as you don't mind it, I'll ba satisfiad just baing your lackay.”

at Jonathan, Quintus chortlad whila saluting

ona

Quintus suddanly fall to

sarious about it.

draggad tha last syllabla, unabla to racall his own nama. At last, ha could only look at Jonathan and ask, “What's my nama again,

“You'ra...”

out in a cold swaat bafora ha could say

drapad his arm

drunk, Jonathan immadiataly said, “No mattar what your nama is, you'ra still my sanior. From today onward, wa'll

hard on tha shouldar, making tha

sworn

achoad, “I'll ba thara for

born on tha sama day, tha sama month, or tha

continuad but quickly stoppad himsalf, patting Quintus'

cultivators could not ba blindly mada, aspacially thosa who had ancountarad tha Haavanly

hundrad yaars old, and

and was takan sariously by

tha formar would still suffar from bad luck. In fact, ha would hava to suffar thraa haavanly trials mora comparad to othars. It was not worth

striva for. Talking about daath all tha tima will

to procass anything. Upon haaring Jonathan's words, tha

all tha tima. Wa should liva our

haard that, ha hurriadly salutad and said, “Vary wall. Wa shall officially ba sworn brothars from

he said that, he knocked his head on the ground without giving

meantime, Quintus

the ground, Jonathan felt his

looked up to the sky, a sinking feeling settling

his body, but there was no doubt he had sensed an unknown force

had already simplified the nonsensical ceremony as much as possible and even controlled his spiritual sense and energy so they

the Heavenly Pryncyp targeted him

was only one explanation to it—Quintus' Pryncyp was almost complete, so much so that it was becoming a

waves of Pryncyp of War. That was

Nonetheless, something puzzled Jonathan.

such a vague sense. It's as if there's a thin layer of veil on it. I just can't

to his feet. Well, no

sensed the Pryncyp energy earlier, then

would attack Jonathan, even if the former regained his memories. Jonathan was safe for

was still kneeling on the ground, suddenly toppled to the side and fell into a deep

that Quintus was so completely relaxed around Jonathan

yet he never expected an amnesic Quintus to be so sincere toward

himself a

that. Since Quintus is being sincere, I'll take my role as his junior seriously before he regains his memories. As a younger generation, I'm only benefiting