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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,

arrow might well have hit

his gaze in the direction the arrow had come from. Meanwhile, not far from Milton, on a small hill, “Who told you to fire

moment the arrow was

on the hill spoke resentfully,

you say to fire whenever we see someone easy to

the boss rebuke him made him feel

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

the middle-aged man,

How much harm

just one guy with

we just let it go, it won’t require

younger gangsters began to chime in, making the middle-aged man

way, it would

it over

offended him, then he might as well

for his anger wasn’t fear, but that it

gave up hiding and stepped out of the

course, Milton noticed

horse, the boss guy, Bruce,

numb, not knowing he

men, Bruce went towards

leave the horse and

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

take action directly but ended up instead uttering such

his underlings looked

boss, the notoriously

he’s decided to spare your life, aren’t

the young man

didn’t understand why his boss suddenly decided to let this

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

thought he’d actually meet

protagonist after all, attracting people who

only blame their

men were full of

that their bodies were slack,

strongest among them just barely reached the quasi-knight level. Stopping his path was

dead, and Milton did not have the habit of talking to

hung

the Lionheart

by, and the impatient expression

“Is… that… my body?”

the last thought that crossed