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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.

to Milton. Clearly, the

Milton hadn’t halted the horse, the arrow might

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

the arrow

lying hidden on the hill spoke resentfully,

didn’t you say to fire whenever we

was very young. Hearing the boss rebuke him made him feel somewhat

worth the trouble. And people who dare to ride alone in the wilderness are never to be

boss, aka the middle-aged man, expressed

one person. How much harm can he cause?

just one guy with

just let it go, it won’t require

began to chime in, making the middle-aged man

would go wrong

it over with

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

course, Milton noticed

put on his horse, the boss guy, Bruce, heaved a sigh of relief

gone numb, not knowing he was on the brink

his men, Bruce went towards Milton with

leave the horse

his horse and staring back

he wanted to take action directly but ended

his underlings

the notoriously ruthless

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

still without any reaction, the young man who had

decided to let this kid off, he had no

Cheney before them was not immobilized by

thought he’d

all, attracting people

only

men were full of

were slack, clearly having given in to alcohol

them just barely reached the quasi-knight level.

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

the Lionheart Sword that hung from his belt appeared in

sun shone on the blade of the Lionheart Sword and

and the impatient expression on

“Is… that… my body?”

thought