The Duke's Passion

Chapter 823 Cousins

823 Cousins

"Now!"

Boom!

Everyone was caught off guard at the sudden crash near Claude and the warrior's vantage point. They were frozen on their spot, seeing that the smoke crawled in their direction until it stopped right beside Claude. Everyone's eyes were wide, unknowingly holding their breaths, watching the thick smoke rise in the air. Silence followed the crash, hearing some soft noises from debris falling on the ground. All eyes were still on the thick smoke that enveloped Claude in an instant. When the smoke thinned out, the warriors caught two silhouettes: one was standing while the other one was slumped on the ground. "Oy, young warrior..." called a warrior to Claude, making Claude look back at them.

"I'm fine." Claude looked back, flashing them a reassuring smile. The smoke was already thin enough for them to see him smiling. "Did anyone get hurt?" Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

"Uhh..." the warriors looked at each other, and upon confirming none of them got hurt, they looked back at him. They shook their heads before an old warrior spoke. "No one got hurt, fortunately." Since it took them a moment to follow Claude's instructions, they were certain they wouldn't get hurt. The person came flying to them — crashing into the ground and stopped beside Claude. Only when everything appeared clear did the warriors catch the sword that was plunged into the ground. Claude was resting his palm on the sword impaled on the ground. The other person beside Claude was on his knees. His heel, however, was pressed on the sword. That was how Claude stopped the person from ramming through them. Amazing. But who was this person?

Curiosity soon hovered in the warriors' minds as their eyes lingered on the other man's back. The latter had broad shoulders and back, and despite just seeing his back, one could tell his physique resulted from regular training. "Sir Knight, just what the hell are you doing?" Ignoring the curious eyes of the warriors, Claude set his eyes on the person kneeling beside him. "You nearly killed them."

Claude's lips parted before realization struck him. "That's right." He turned his head in Rufus's direction. "Sir Knight cousin, who are you fighting against? It seemed you were sent flying from far away."

BOOM!

The moment Claude's inquiry rolled out of his tongue, another bam erupted behind them unannounced. The knights flinched, and some of them ducked in surprise. Meanwhile, Rufus's expression turned firm while Claude raised a brow. Both Rufus and Claude slowly turned around, facing ahead. Their eyes settled on the thick smoke descending and ascending.

"Someone troublesome," answered Rufus after some time. "I was five towns before the east border before Acheron Roseberg sent me flying."

"Sir knight cousin... that's new." Claude was rather in awe at the brief explanation. "Who would have thought this guy will manage to send you flying?"

Rufus didn't explain how and why; he didn't have time to tell Claude that Acheron was already dead, but came back to life. Or rather, Acheron had already lost consciousness, just going berserk.

"Acheron...?" the knight closest to the two heard Acheron's name. Acheron Roseberg. The king's hellhound. And also, the person who arrested most of them. Acheron was the head of the Colosseum, the warden. Only recently, Acheron had to let his people take charge because he was needed in the royal palace. In other words, Acheron's name was something every single warrior knew. His face was also something they would never forget. When the warrior whispered Acheron's name, all the warriors waited for the smoke to thin out with bated breaths. Minutes later, when they caught of glimpse of the other person that came into the scene, everyone's heart stopped for a moment. Acheron Roseberg. That was him. No doubt. The strongest war hero in the land of Spade was here.