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Chapter 56: Chapter 55 “Are you the so-called Black Serpent Clan?” (Seeking Chase Reading)

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The horse hooves were flying, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Milton Cheney gently tugged at the reins, maintaining a stable posture.

The surrounding scenery was retreating rapidly, and Milton wore a calm and composed expression on his face.

The Yellow Fiery Horse galloped swiftly across the wilderness, forming a magnificent image to those in the distance.

It was now already the second day since Milton had left the Four Seasons City, and he was no longer in the Far East Territory.

More precisely, he was now in the Blackwater Territory of the East River Province.

However, he was in the wilderness at the edge of the Blackwater Territory, still a distance away from its cities.

Being familiar with the Kingdom Map, Milton wasn’t a stranger to the Blackvvater Territory, which was actually larger than the Far East Territory.

The entire Blackwater Territory was the domain of a kingdom’s earl named Lopes Evans.

Lopes Evans was also known as the Blackwater Lord or the Earl Black Serpent, and the Evans family was one of the more renowned clans in the East River Province.

“If the map is accurate, then this point must be about two hundred miles from Black River City, the southernmost city of the Blackwater Territory,”

Milton, still mounted on the Yellow Fiery Horse, pondered silently. Having memorized the Kingdom Map, he could recall everything with a slight effort.

In his journey around the kingdom, the first territory he needed to cross was the Blackwater Territory.

“Shh!”

Suddenly, a faint sound reached Milton’s ears.

The next moment, Milton swiftly pulled the reins, bringing the Yellow Fiery Horse to a halt with a neigh.

The horse reared, churning up a swirl of dust.

This low, mournful sound that reached his ears was not strange to Milton.

It was the very noise produced when elasticity triggered the vibration of a bowstring pulled taut.

In short, it was the sound emitted when a bowstring is drawn.

A skilled archer like Milton could never be unfamiliar with this sound.

As expected, almost the moment he halted the horse, an arrow appeared in the ground before him.

fiercely pinned into the ground, close to

horse, the arrow

the direction the arrow had come from. Meanwhile, not far from Milton, on a

moment the

middle-aged man lying hidden on the hill spoke resentfully, his voice rippling

you say to fire whenever

young. Hearing the

doesn’t have anything valuable on him except for the horse. It’s not worth the trouble. And people who dare to

middle-aged man,

just one person. How much harm can he cause? Forget

one guy with

say we just let it go, it won’t require much

to chime in, making

would go wrong

get it over

offended him, then he might as well commit

anger wasn’t fear, but that

that, they gave up hiding and stepped out

Milton

guy, Bruce,

gone numb, not knowing he was on the brink of entering hell’s

leading his men, Bruce went towards Milton with

the horse

atop his horse and staring back at him unemotionally. This made Bruce feel

wanted to take action directly but ended

words, his underlings looked at

boss, the notoriously ruthless Bruce, become

our boss is good-hearted; he’s decided to spare your life, aren’t

Cheney still without any reaction, the young

his boss suddenly decided to let this kid off, he had no intention of

Cheney before them was not immobilized by fear, but rendered speechless

he’d actually meet

all, attracting people who came up to me only to

only blame their bad

men were full

were slack,

quasi-knight level. Stopping his path was no different from

were already as good as dead, and Milton did not have the habit of talking to

hung from

the blade of the

expression on one

“Is… that… my body?”

was the last thought that crossed