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“Smack!”
Volikov casually caught the arrow, his narrow eyes scanning it before a mischievous grin spread across his face.
Before he could say anything, three more arrows suddenly shot out from the trees, aimed directly at Volikov's heart, groin, and head—each a vital target. The arrows flew swiftly and steadily, indicating that the archer hidden in the forest was exceptionally skilled!
Unfortunately, the fluctuations of Fighting Spirit on these arrows were only at level two, making them insignificant in front of Volikov. With a slight sweep of his own Fighting Spirit, he shattered the arrows with a series of cracks as they fell to the ground.
“Come out, Rody!” Volikov shouted coldly.
In response, hurried footsteps echoed through the woods, leaves rustling as a youthful figure moved stealthily. He held an antique-style bow in his hands and quickly drew arrows from his Quiver. The sound of arrows being nocked filled the air as he ran, shooting from various directions!
“Are you looking for death?” Volikov said with impatience, swatting away the incoming arrows like flies. Just then, one of the arrows suddenly broke apart, releasing a secret silver needle that shot straight for Volikov's forehead!
This was the Demon-Breaking Needle, available in many magic shops and one of the few simple weapons capable of penetrating a warrior's defenses. However, due to its exorbitant price and its unstable nature—being easily detected—it wasn't considered very cost-effective.
At this moment, Volikov had already seen through Rody's level two Fighting Spirit and had let down his guard. Coupled with the ordinary arrows providing cover, the Demon-Breaking Needle easily approached him!
“Demon-Breaking Needle!” Volikov recognized it with a look of horror on his face. If it pierced his body, even he would find his Fighting Spirit thrown into chaos, possibly leading to a violent reaction!
In a critical moment, Volikov dodged to the side with all his strength. With a soft hiss, the Demon-Breaking Needle narrowly grazed his cheek, leaving behind a glaring line of blood.
Seizing this opportunity, Dostodoro sprinted toward the forest without wasting the chance Rody had created.
Meanwhile, hidden behind some bushes, Rody waited patiently. As Dostodoro approached, he immediately turned around; without exchanging a word, they escaped together in perfect unison!
However, after just a few steps, their pace came to an abrupt halt.
They saw Volikov had somehow positioned himself in front of them, blocking their path!
"It seems your mentor didn't teach you how foolish it is to oppose a Level 7 warrior!" Volikov said, covering his cheek as he approached with a dark expression.
A flicker of panic crossed Rody's face as he quickly raised his wooden bow, preparing to shoot. But before he could draw an arrow, a large hand grasped his collar and lifted him off the ground!
"Let him go! Volikov!" Dostodoro shouted in alarm.
Volikov didn't even glance at Dostodoro; instead, he focused on Rody and said, "It seems Dachi's incident hasn't taught you enough of a lesson! Heh, Oshuria and the others would probably be quite pleased with your demise!"
Rody's eyes were filled with rage, but unfortunately, his collar was tightly constricting his neck, making it hard for him to breathe. He could only weakly flail his arms and legs against Volikov.
With a grunt, Volikov tossed Rody to the ground and then delivered a brutal kick to his abdomen. Rody was sent flying outward and crashed against a large tree with a thud. After rolling down, he curled up while clutching his stomach, coughing up blood.
"You... you will face retribution..." Dostodoro's eyes turned red upon seeing his companion in such a state.
As he rushed toward Rody, Volikov grabbed his arm again.
"There's no need to get angry for him. Even if I let him go, he'll die during the upcoming Feast Night," Volikov sneered at Rody. "The era of Ekria is over; no one cares about a fallen scion of a wealthy family, not even you."
Dostodoro struggled fiercely, but Volikov's grip was like iron.
"Don't you understand yet?" Volikov squatted down and said earnestly, "Dostodoro, as your instructor, I don't want you to become allies with him. Have you forgotten how I taught you? Partners without value should be discarded like trash."
"You are not like him; you are the only grandson of the mayor. Even if you spend your life indulging and doing nothing, countless people will still come to rely on you. Your future is far brighter than that of this fallen youth. Associating with him will only hold you back!"
Dostodoro instinctively glanced over and saw Rody curled up under the big tree, his youthful face smeared with blood, looking in great pain, yet there was a hint of stubbornness in his eyes.
Dostodoro actually knew quite a bit about the Feast of War. In his mind, this was just Rody showing off; after all, he was only nine years old. Even if he truly lost, the adults wouldn’t do anything to him—no one would equate family honor with a child.
So when he met Rody's gaze, Dostodoro felt a complex mix of emotions stirring within him.
"I won't abandon him," Dostodoro said coldly.
"Well... fine then!" Volikov shook his head in disappointment. "Anyway, he won't survive this week."
"But now we should discuss the main topic properly," Volikov said with a narrowed-eyed smile. "You made a mistake earlier; I’m not trying to frame Garen. After all, how could our relationship make you a liar?"
Dostodoro was taken aback and somewhat confused.
"In a few days, someone will ask you about what happened today. All you need to do is admit that you came here with Garen at that time. Heh heh, this isn’t lying; after all, even the guards at the town gate saw us leave together," Volikov coaxed gently. "In any case, that person leaving is beneficial for both you and me."
"So, you will kill Layton and the others?" Dostodoro exclaimed in shock; realizing the truth and confirming it were two different concepts.
"No, no, no, it's not 'will,' it's 'already done,'" Volikov chuckled. "By now, they should have fallen to the bottom of the cliff!"
"You..." Dostodoro's heart sank.
"Don't wear that expression. Dostodoro, you are destined for greatness; you cannot let something as cheap as human life affect your emotions. Besides, those two troublemakers will eventually become society's scum!"
Watching the expressionless Dostodoro, Volikov felt satisfied. He only needed to say a few more words to easily win over the boy.
"Don't worry, nothing will change. Once this is done, I will receive a reward from a certain big shot, and you will have a share in it! And you will meet better new friends... What Unique has changed is that the town has lost one outsider and gained two worthless individuals."
"Moreover, I believe deep down in your heart, you always think that person is unfit for the role of mentor. Only I can teach you more skills!"
Volikov stared at Dostodoro, observing his expression shift gradually from shock to fear, then to numbness, and finally to confusion... Just then, a voice suddenly came from not far away.
Rody gritted his teeth against the pain and sneered, "You don't deserve it."
Dostodoro was taken aback.
"I hate it when someone interrupts my speech," Volikov said darkly. "It seems I need to teach you what manners are!"
As Volikov's anger boiled over, another voice floated in from the distance.
"Rody, what did you just say? I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."
Hearing that familiar voice, Rody revealed a sincere smile and shouted at Volikov.
"You don't deserve it!"
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