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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.

the ground, close to Milton. Clearly, the person who shot it

the horse, the arrow might

as he turned his gaze in the direction the arrow had come

the

lying hidden on the hill spoke resentfully,

didn’t you say to fire whenever we

scolded was very young. Hearing the boss

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

the middle-aged man,

person. How much harm

afraid of just one guy with so many

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

began to chime in, making the middle-aged man feel somewhat

way, it would go

let’s get it over

offended him, then he might as well commit

anger wasn’t fear, but

stepped out of

Milton noticed

horse, the boss guy, Bruce, heaved a sigh of relief in

gone numb, not knowing he was on

Bruce went

leave the horse

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

but ended

his underlings looked at their

their boss, the notoriously ruthless Bruce,

he’s decided to spare your life,

the young man who had just

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

them was not immobilized by

he’d actually

all, attracting people who came up to

they can only blame their

men were full

a glance that their bodies were slack, clearly having given

quasi-knight

as dead, and Milton did not have the habit

Sword that hung from his

of the Lionheart Sword

and the impatient expression on one man’s face

“Is… that… my body?”

the last thought that crossed his