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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.

pinned into the ground, close to Milton. Clearly, the

arrow might

expression became slightly gloomy as he turned his gaze in the direction the arrow had come from. Meanwhile, not far from Milton, on a small hill, “Who told you to fire the

the

the hill spoke resentfully, his

fire whenever we see someone easy to

the boss rebuke him

him except for the horse. It’s not worth the trouble. And people who dare to ride alone in the wilderness are never to be trifled

aka the middle-aged man, expressed his

How much harm can he cause?

are we afraid of just one guy with

just let it go, it won’t require much

chime in, making the middle-aged man

it would go

let’s get it over with

already offended him, then he might as

more, the reason for his anger wasn’t fear, but that it was simply

that, they gave up hiding and stepped out of the hill, looking at Milton from a

course, Milton noticed

boss guy, Bruce,

frightened that he had gone numb, not knowing

Bruce went towards Milton

the horse and get out of

Cheney, sitting casually atop his horse and staring back at him unemotionally. This made Bruce

wanted to take action directly but ended up instead

words, his underlings looked at

when had their boss, the notoriously ruthless Bruce,

good-hearted; he’s decided to spare your life, aren’t you going

Milton Cheney still without any reaction, the young man who had just shot the arrow spoke

he didn’t understand why his boss suddenly decided to let this kid off,

know, the Milton Cheney before them was not immobilized by fear, but rendered

he’d actually meet

after all, attracting people who came up to me

they can only blame their bad

men were

glance that their bodies were slack,

them just barely reached the quasi-knight level. Stopping his path was no

already as good as dead, and Milton did not have the

hung from his belt

the Lionheart Sword and

passed by, and the impatient expression on

“Is… that… my body?”

thought that crossed his