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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.

been fiercely pinned into the ground, close to Milton. Clearly, the person who shot it

Milton hadn’t halted the horse, the arrow might well have hit the Yellow

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,

moment the arrow was

hidden on the hill spoke

say to fire whenever we see someone easy to

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 ride alone in the wilderness are never to be trifled with. You don’t get it at

aka the middle-aged

one person. How much harm

one guy with so many

I say we just let

chime in,

way, it would

it over with

offended him, then he might as well

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

out of the hill, looking at Milton from a

course, Milton noticed them

guy, Bruce, heaved a sigh of relief in

was so frightened that he had gone numb, not knowing he was on the brink of entering hell’s

leading his men, Bruce went

horse and get out

casually atop his horse and staring

take action directly but ended up instead uttering

words, his underlings

their boss, the notoriously ruthless Bruce,

spare your

the young man who had just

suddenly decided to let this kid off, he had no

before them was not immobilized by

thought he’d actually

I’m the true protagonist after all, attracting people who came up to

only

these men

bodies were slack, clearly having given in to alcohol and

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

his eyes, these men were already as good as dead, and

the Lionheart Sword that hung from his belt appeared in Milton’s

shone on the blade of the

passed by, and the impatient expression on

“Is… that… my body?”

last thought that crossed his