Chapter 192: Imp

Narrowing his eyes, Vesta saw the troubled expression from Sam when the topic arrived at this point.

With hesitant Sam took a breath and calmed himself down before raising his head, staring back at Vesta. "Jon .... we all actually feel sorry for him ..." He said in a heavy tone while recounted.

With the bandits are partying, Jon, with an unmanageable temperament, challenges one of the bandits. Initially, Jon gets the upper hand in close combat as they fight with real swords, which is Jon's specialty as a village patrol team.

But as time went by, the bandits realized that it was impossible to beat Jon while Jon, who was not aware of the hidden dangers, could only continue to fight with a few bandits and finally achieve victory.

This should be a piece of good news for the villagers and Jon himself, beating a few bandits while he only a part of the patrol team in this small village; it's a really remarkable achievement, but...

Sam's face looked dejected as he turned his face away from Vesta. Staring at the empty space and with a bitter smile, he continues, "Instead, what awaits Jon is misery."

Sam did not continue as he pondering, not speaking any words.

As the seconds passed, the atmosphere in this room became tranquil. Accompanied by the loud noise of conversations from outside the room as well as dust flying in the wind, Vesta, whose half body was covered by the sun's light shadow, waited patiently.

On the other hand, Sam shifted his gaze toward the room ceiling, daydreaming as if there is a mirror that revealed a flashback of his memories.

After an unkown amount of time, Sam finally glanced back at Vesta, his mouth open but not making a sound while his expression was smiling but also not.

The pain in his heart resurfaces again, making his heart beating loudly as his dry throat sandwiched between the empty sound, refusing to voice out a word.

* slurp *

The sound of sipping the cold drink broke the silence in this room, along with Vesta staring at Sam from behind the glass he was holding.

Slowly, the gulping sound coming from Vesta's throat sounded like clockwork ticking waiting for Sam's answers, which also made him nervous.

"Jon's wife was found dead with her clothes torn apart in her room." With the last words coming out of his mouth, Sam let out a deep breath.

Unconsciously, a tear came out of the corner of his eye, which made Vesta nod in understanding, "So Jon's wife," Vesta halted his words and narrowed his eyes again at Sam and then continue, "No, your daughter died as a result of Jon's win. Is it true?"

Hearing this, Sam flinched. Instead, answer Vesta's question, he lowered his head deeper until his forehead hit the table surface.

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Based on Sam's exaggerated reaction and, at the same time, the expression he made, Vesta's guess was correct

"You can rest assured; I've slaughtered all those bandits," Vesta, with a chuckle he answered, even though this is not funny but to Sam, Vesta's words were like lightning striking his ears.

Sam immediately sat tense, staring at Vesta with a look of disbelief, to be exact shocked. "Sir .... this is not a joke ..."

For a moment, Vesta didn't correct his words; he kept chuckles, making Sam's face red like a tomato. If the other party finds this funny, then this has crossed his bottom line.

But when Sam saw the radiance from Vesta's eyes, he re-thinking Vesta's words again."There is no benefit for him as Guardian to lie...If that true," Sam mumbled as his gaze towards Vesta began to change from suspicion to admiration.

With radiance, sunlight coming in through the bamboo roof's blemishes makes Vesta look like a hero who doesn't want the spotlight, as Sam unconsciously opens and closes his mouth repeatedly.

Speechless and confused. If Jon knew this news, maybe his attitude would change completely, just like him.

Maybe other people are not aware, but the group of bandits is large, fully armed with the support of wizards, and until now, even though Sam saw Vesta's group, he still doesn't believe that the Guardians came to this small village.

"Sir ... Guardian ..." only this time, he knew the meaning of the Guardian. Seeing Vesta in person..."Thank you very much, Sir Guardian!" With tears flowing down like water flowing from his eyes, making his upper clothe wet and sobbing on the dusty floor, he kneeled.

"Haha, don't think about it; it just a small matter ..." Vesta's casual words made Sam relieved. He was afraid his village's previous treatment would offend them.

After a few minutes, as Vesta's laugh was faded, he asked."From your story, means this village has been attacked by beasts two times?"

"Yes, sir." Puzzled, Sam replied in honest while tilting his head.

"I see." Upon hearing Sam's definitive answer, a glint flashed past his grave eyes. "I want to confirm once again, did the previous attack also have a Goblins leading them?" A pressure emitted from Vesta as he looked deadpan serious, staring at Sam.

Sam shivered at this as if beasts were standing in front of him. This feeling reminded him of how helpless he was in front of someone who had reached the peak of class humanity.

With a fluster, Sam replied, "I ... I'm not sure, sir." Seeing that Vesta was still looking at him, not satisfied with his answer, Sam added, "But I heard from the bandits ... it's not goblins but .."

Sam stopped staring at Vesta, waiting for Vesta's reply as he saw Vesta nodded, gesturing him to continue, "The bandits said they saw a strange beast with red skin and wings the size of the body size a child.

"That strange beast was sitting on top of one of the Dire Wolves with fiery red eyes." Due to his limited knowledge of the beasts' race, Sam could only slowly remembering the bandits' conversation.

Vesta's pupils shrank. There was a slightly shocked expression on his face for a moment before returning to normal and became gloomy. " I understand. Thank you for the corporation, Mr. Sam. "

Before Sam opened his mouth to reply, Vesta cut him off, "You may leave." His tone was heavy, stern, making Sam discouraged and hurriedly to leave while bowing to Vesta before that.

This time there was no more suspicion in Sam's eyes because he was sure that in front of him was really a Guardian, a person one level below the Grandmaster!

After seeing Sam left, Vesta pondered in this quiet and lonely room with a cold gaze emitting from his eyes while slowly recalling Sam's words earlier.

"This is a big problem ..." Vesta muttered; if he remembers correctly, what Sam described was very similar to one of the creatures in the West. "Imp ..."