Abel concluded, releasing a small laugh to relax his young master.
"So, you are sure that you will be enough?"
"Obviously, my body is specialized in protracted fights. Even if someone on my level appeared, I will just hold him back to give you enough time to escape. Also, these soldiers are the best that the family could give you, each of them has a rank 3 martial art!"
Samuel nodded and finally showed a smile.
For simple guards of a noble family, having a rank 3 martial art meant that they had performed many valuable services, which also meant that they weren't inexperienced.
"Then we should hurry up. Let's refill our stashes of food in the city and move toward the Muwlos domain."
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Noah and the others in his group reached for the mountain path and waited for further instructions.
The representative stood with his eyes closed inspecting a rune in his hand.
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That rune was the inscribed item through which the spies of the Royal family sent information to him.
The other hooded figures were around him, waiting in silence.
After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and pointed toward an area.
"They will cross that area. Hurry, prepare the trap with Jean's poison."
The cultivators hastily dug the terrain where the representative indicated and Jean carefully lowered her barrel inside it.
Then, the hole was covered and they went on their respective positions in hidden parts of the mountain over that point.
A group of ten cultivators stood in a newly created cave, hidden with roots and branches.
Noah was among them, they had to attack as soon as the effects of the poison vanished, they were basically the vanguard of the mission.
"Do you want to make a quick warm-up?"
Jean's almost-naked figure was behind him, speaking with a tempting voice.
Noah still didn't know how she could exude such a peculiar aura.
"Why do you bother me? There are others that would gladly take my place."
He answered her, keeping his focus on the road below.
She tried to lean on him but was stopped by the appearance of a saber pointing at her chest, Noah had wielded it as soon as she became too close.
"See, that's why."
She said, pointing at the blade.
"Because you are the only one that refuses me."
"I'm just focused on the mission."
Jean chuckled and shook her head.
"I believe that you are saying the truth but I also believe that you simply don't care about my body."
Noah turned and looked at her figure from head to toe.
"You have a nice body, so what? Should I drool over you?"
If that was a normal situation, he would just ignore her.
However, since it was during a mission where he wasn't clear about the strength of the enemies, he would prefer to end the conversation as soon as he could.
"No, I just thought that since you don't care about my body, you might not mind my face."
Chapter end
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