Chapter 239: Oldman

Chapter 239: Oldman



After a whole day of fighting, it turned calm as soon as the sun hid behind the horizon and the moon replaced it on the sky.

Imperium City was sleeping, but some shadow lurkers were still out and about, doing who knows what under the cover of darkness.

Swoosh, swoosh!

Through roof to roof, a shadow dodged the moonlight and moved swiftly.

He was heading to the gates of the Imperium and seemed to be planning on leaving this wretched city behind.

However, when he arrived on top of one of the pitched roofs that overlooked the gates, he saw a couple of guards there. The gate behind them was closed.

With both hands, he pulled two knives and threw them at the guards.

The first knife successful took down one of the guards, but the second one quickly placed his shield on the way of the knife.

The knife bounced off the shield.

The shadow did quick hand signals and whispered.

"Shadow Shift!"

With a strange magical spell, he changed positions with the knife that bounced off the shield, and the guard looked taken aback.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He kicked the guard in the neck area and made him drop down to his knees.

With his right hand, he pulled out his knife from the corpse of the first guard and stabbed it into the heart of the second guard.

The guard let out a final breath of life before dying.

Snap!

With a snap of his fingers, the knife, which he changed positions with, returned to his belt.

Then he grabbed his other knife tight, and its small blade started to turn red, as if it were about to burst into flames.

It was now extremely hot, and if anyone dared to touch it, they would surely get burned. The gate stood in his way with its durable metal bars.

However, then he started cutting through the metal bars with his knife.

In usual circumstances, that would be an impossible feat, but slowly and surely, because of the heat, the knife went rather easily through the bars.

With the knife moving up, then to the left, and finally down, a portion of the metal bars fell to the ground. There was a nicely human-sized hole in the gate.

He put his knife back on his belt that had strangely cooled off in a matter of seconds.

Music~

He stopped on his tracks with cold sweat drenching his back.

A strange music echoed from some distance away. It sounded like someone was strumming a banjo.

It sounded all too familiar.

However, for some odd reason, Richard didn't stop like before, even though the sound was piercing through his ears, and he had clear sight to him.

At that moment, Oldman noticed that something was peeking from Richard's ears. It was a white cotton ball to stop all sound from reaching his eardrums.

"Oh, not bad, kiddo!" Oldman grinned from ear to ear, but then he started playing another

song.

Boom!

The ground ahead of Richard exploded.

Richard looked pale-faced, and he quickly approached Oldman while jumping left to right. With his other hand, he made one of the knives regular-sized and summoned it back to his

hand.

The ground continued to explode, but it was as if Richard knew exactly where each explosion would occur, and he dodged them all while approaching him.

"Drilling Kick!" Richard slammed his foot against the banjo, and his feet started spinning like

the drill's bit.

It seemed like the banjo would break, but at that moment, the banjo's color turned to a hue of

red.

As soon as it did, Richard felt a pang of pain in his feet, and had to retreat. It felt like he was trying to kick through a wall of solid steel.

"This was funny and all, but I sense some troublemakers heading in our way." Oldman said, and with a single strum of the banjo, Richard's legs fractured like twigs under the pressure.

"Ah!" Richard collapsed on the ground and coughed out blood.

Oldman knelt before him, removed the cotton balls from his ears, and drummed a sleepy melody that immediately put Richard to sleep.

At that moment, figures appeared ahead, hunching on top of the roofs. They were all

belonging to different factions.

"Sorry, did I disturb you all's sleep?" Oldman chuckled innocently. "I am just bringing a troublemaker back to his mother, do you mind?"

"It's him..." The Fifth Brother said with a serious look.

"Oldman..." Florence of Battle Maidens whispered with a serious look.

"The strongest man of the Darkstar faction, Oldman." Persephone, the Second Hand of Ambrose, said with a grin. "I am too pretty, and young to die. Therefore, goodbye~"

With that, she left.

It didn't take long for others to turn around and leave as well.

They didn't want to gamble with their lives this early on, and if their factions lost them on the

first day of the war, it would be a big setback.

Oldman tossed Richard to his shoulder and said, "Alright, your mother Aria is awaiting you."