A warrior of the eighth rank?
Right now, Wharton was of the seventh rank, and he could also Dragonform. Once Dragonformed, he could reach the ninth rank in power.
“After becoming famous, how has Wharton been doing?” Linley asked.
“Wharton was conferred the rank of Imperial Count. Right now, he’s a rising star in the O’Brien Empire. In a few years, perhaps he will be recruited into the War God’s College.” Yale sighed. “In the future, he has a high chance of entering the Saint-level.”
“War God’s College? Saint-level?” Linley didn’t actually wish for his younger brother to enter the War God’s College.
To the venerable Dragonblood Warriors, entering the Saint-level was something which would happen without fail.
Linley chatted with Yale for an entire morning. Linley was now totally at ease, knowing that all of his bros were living good lives.
After lunch.
“Third Bro. This is a talisman of the Dawson Conglomerate. It represents your status as an elder. Take it.” Yale withdrew a black talisman.
Linley was a bit shocked. “An elder?”
When Linley was at the city of Fenlai, he had already displayed the power of an early-stage warrior of the ninth rank. At that time, Linley was only seventeen. Given his natural ability as a magus, and as well as the fact that he could transform into a Dragonblood Warrior, the elders of the Dawson Conglomerate had come to the conclusion that he would sooner or later enter the Saint-level.
Since that was the case, allowing Linley to become an ‘elder’ of the Dawson Conglomerate was definitely a worthy investment.
“Just take it, on account of us being bros.” Yale laughed.
Linley glanced at Yale. He understood that by accepting this talisman, it signified that if in the future, the Dawson Conglomerate ran into any difficulties, he would have to help out. After all, this talisman represented both power and responsibilities.
“Alright. I’ll accept it.” Laughing, Linley took the talisman. Even if he didn’t have this talisman, if the Dawson Conglomerate really ran into any difficulties, for the sake of his dear bro Yale, Linley of course couldn’t just stand by and watch.
“Thanks.”
The two bros were very close. Thus, there were many words that did not need to be said.
“Third Bro. I feel as though your aura, compared to three years ago, is much more restrained. Over the course of these three years, what level of power have you reached?” Yale lowered his voice and whispered the question with curiosity.
Linley didn’t hide the truth. “Beneath the Saint-level, I should be invincible.”
Yale stared with slight amazement at Linley.
“Enough for now, I have to get back. I’ll come visit you in a few days.” Linley laughed.
The North Sea Administrative Province. Within an ordinary little city.
Within a quiet, secluded courtyard.
“Lord Stehle.” A powerfully built warrior called out softly from outside a door. “It’s time for us to move.”
A moment later, with a creak, the door swung open. Stehle swept the man with his cold stare. “Then let’s move.”
“Yes.” The man didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.
Stehle left the courtyard. Only then did the people nearby let out relieved sighs. A glance from a peak-stage Saint-level combatant was enough to make a man’s heart quail.
“Quickly.” The man immediately urged.
The other men, escorting those five hugely brawny warriors, began to move as well. Those five huge warriors were 2.2 meters tall, and astonishingly muscular. Only, they were tightly bound by a dark golden rope. No matter how powerful they were, they couldn’t break free from these bounds.
Their mouths had been sealed as well.
“Mumble, mumble.”
The five siblings angrily tried to curse.
“Do you want to die?” One of the black-robed guards landed a vicious whip-blow on the body of one of the five siblings, but only left behind a faint white mark. “Fuck, their bodies are incredibly durable.”
While Stehle’s group was busy traversing one city after another in the North Sea Administrative Province, Linley was entrusting Rebecca and Leena into the care of the Dawson Conglomerate’s forces in Basil. And then, Linley, Bebe, and Haeru set out in the direction of the prefectural city of Deco.
“This troop escorting these prisoners only have two warriors of the ninth rank. This will be easy.” Travelling on Haeru’s back, Zassler laughed. “I wonder who this squad is escorting.”
“Zassler, the news of Perry’s death should have reached the general supervisor of the Church’s affairs in the O’Brien Empire by now, right?” Linley suddenly said.
“Yes, he should know by now.” Zassler said. “However, they definitely wouldn’t be aware that I can Soulscour.”