Chapter 364
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A few days after the arrival of the initial group of Knights of Light, another group of Shield of Light legion’s forces arrived at Moramatch . In addition to the Knights of Light, there were around four hundred priests .
For most people, knowledge and patience would grow with age . Apparently, Marquis Djoser was not in the majority . He had changed drastically since the last time Anfey saw him . This was caused by the murder of his son and Yolanthe’s unjust treatment . He was driven by anger and hatred . As soon as he arrived, he immediately took his people and went into Moramatch to look for Anfey . He did not know what he would do or how he would react when he saw Anfey, but he knew that he had to find and confront him .
Anfey, meanwhile, was hanging out with the mercenaries . He was originally planning on welcoming the new arrivals with Alice after he received the news of the new soldiers’ approach, but changed his mind at the last minute . The conflict between the mercenaries and the knights had not disappeared . Instead, the tension only grew . He could welcome the new arrivals with a smile, but he knew they might not greet him in a similar fashion . He didn’t want things to spiral out of his control again . He saw Ozzic and his men arm wrestling and thought it’d be fun to join them .
Combat power was not allowed in arm wrestling matches . The mercenaries wanted to see who was the strongest with the assistance of other powers . Tiger was the champion and the others were challenging him .
Alice appeared around the corner . She hurried over when she saw Anfey, looking at their game curiously .
"Let me join," Anfey said, as the last match came to an end . The mercenaries all laughed and moved aside to let Anfey sit down across from Tiger .
As they were getting ready, the mercenaries began betting on the match . Unfortunately, the only person betting in favor of Anfey was Alice . His reputation could only carry him so far .
"Really?" Anfey asked, hurt . He only had one gold coin from Alice, a meager amount compared to the coins on Tiger .
Next to him, Ozzic chuckled but did not say anything .
"Don’t blame us, my lord," Orsie said . "Prove us wrong . "
Khufu turned to Alice and said, "Why don’t you bet more, my lady?"
"Fine," Alice said, smiling . She found a handful of gold and put it down next to Anfey . The mercenaries laughed and clapped at her generosity . She glanced at Tiger and squeezed her eyes . She wanted Tiger to let Anfey win so he wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of his men .
"Let’s do it," Anfey said, holding out his hand . Tiger gripped his hand with a smirk .
Anfey’s hand appeared very small in Tiger’s large one, but when the match began, he did not immediately lose . Tiger had gotten Alice’s signal and wasn’t using all of his power . He also did not want to embarrass Anfey . After almost a minute, Tiger gave a low growl and began fighting back . He began slowly pushing Anfey’s hand towards the stump of the tree . Before they could finish the game, they were interrupted by a newcomer .
"Why, if it isn’t Count Anfey?" Marquis Djoser said . His voice was quiet but carried far .
Anfey and Tiger jumped up, turning to the marquis . The old marquis stopped in front of Anfey with a grin on his face . He had brought only a few guards . Next to him was a wizened man with a small smile on his face . Anfey recognized Jacob, who looked very different from the last time he saw the old alchemist .
Anfey rolled his wrist and held out his hand . It seems like he made the right choice not to join the welcome party . The marquis shook his hand stiffly .
"How have you been, Count Anfey?" Djoser asked .
"Good, good," Anfey said, narrowing his eyes . "I didn’t expect to see you here, marquis . This is a place for soldiers . A very dangerous place . What business does an old marquis have here?"
"The necromancers threaten us all," Djoser said with a smile . "I am obligated to contribute to the cause . " Djoser chuckled and continued, "You should be more worried, shouldn’t you, my lord? You so young . Surely your young wife will be sad should anything happen to you . "
"Like you’ve said, my lord, it is my responsibility to fight the necromancers," Anfey said . "Plus, I am proud to die for my country and His Majesty Yolanthe . I owe him almost everything . "
Marquis Djoser narrowed his eyes at the mention of Yolanthe . In any other country, the murder of a nobleman was punishable by death . Yolanthe had not punished Anfey and instead rewarded him . Djoser was very angry about Yolanthe’s decision and knew that it had angered quite a few nobles .
Djoser smiled and took a few steps back . His smile was very fake, but he had to maintain it to avoid outright conflicts . He turned to whisper something to Jacob, who nodded and muttered something back . Then Jacob turned and marched over to Anfey and the mercenaries . Djoser watched without any emotion on his face .
Anfey sighed . He had just given Martin a wake-up call a few days ago . It seems like he had become Martin in this situation .
The mercenaries, uncertain about what was about to happen, jumped from where they sat and drew their weapons . Even though Jacob’s steps were confident and relaxed, they were not sure what this strange old man was capable of . Clearly, Jacob was with Marquis Djoser . The mercenaries did not know the history between Anfey and Djoser, but they could deduce that it must be unpleasant from their short exchange .
Jacob was not hindered by the sight of the swords and axes . He kept walking towards Anfey confidently, his expression very calm and betraying nothing of his thoughts . The line between overconfidence and self-assurance was very blurry . Judging from Jacob’s age, the mercenaries thought it wouldn’t be the former . Obviously, Jacob was very powerful: more powerful than a few mercenaries could take on . Ozzic waved his hand and his men took a few steps back . They looked at Anfey, waiting for his instructions .
Anfey sighed . He wasn’t sure if he should be immediately defeated or if he should try and hold out for a few minutes . Luckily, Suzanna wasn’t present, or else she would surely be very embarrassed that her husband was easily humiliated by a man she respected .
Jacob stopped . He looked past the mercenaries and down the street . Ernest and Entos appeared around the corner and were heading toward them . Jacob lifted a brow and glanced at Anfey with a small grin . Djoser appeared very confused . He wasn’t sure why Jacob stopped . Jacob turned and walked back to Djoser, whispering something to the marquis . Djoser’s eyes widened .
"Really?" he asked quietly . Jacob nodded . Djoser sighed and shook his head .
"Long time no see, Lord Ernest," Jacob said, walking over to greet the two newcomers .
"Lord Jacob," Ernest said, surprised . "What are you doing here?" He saw Djoser behind Jacob and narrowed his eyes . The marquis shuffled uncomfortably . He knew that he could command Jacob to humiliate Anfey, but he was not foolish enough to pit Jacob against Ernest .
"Well, my lord," Djoser said, choosing a strategical retreat . "I will be going back to my place now . I hope to see you there sometime?"
"Of course," Anfey said coolly . "You must be exhausted from your travels, Marquis Djoser . My men will take you there . " He waved his hand at Ozzic .
"No need," Djoser said, shaking his head . He waved at Jacob and left without looking back .
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