GoodNovel"Don't point fingers at me. That majordomo from Thousand Isles Guild said he'd pay for it, so it's not my fault." Frank quickly shirked responsibility, while Silverbell giggled as he threw his hands up. "Anyway, the joint qualifiers will be held in three days. Every participant will be shuffled for the free-for-all held at the venue." And after informing Frank of the date, Silverbell left right away.
The Martial Tournament was a national competition after all, and as the chief of the Martial Alliance, she would naturally be the busiest person involved.
Soon after Silverbell left, Madfist approached Frank, telling him mysteriously, "Cwith me. We're going to meet a certain someone." Frank was naturally not worried that the old man was trying to set a trap, and got into the car, spurred by curiosity.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey did not inform anyone else either and journeyed through the winding mountain roads outside Zamri before finally arriving at a temple.
Frank was scowling when he saw it, however, as it was a very familiar place-it was where the elder with an iron mask had kept Nash Yego and Carol Zims after kidnapping them.
"Con," Madfist beckoned to Frank just then.
Frank hesitated for a moment and breathed an exasperated sigh before following Madfist into the temple.
To Frank's surprise, someone seemed to have cleaned up the interior, as it was not a mess like before, even though the overall structure remains dilapidated.
Madfist then led Frank toward the main shrine, knocking on the doors as he announced, "He's here." At the stime, Frank looked on, wondering if the worn out redwood doors would fall apart if Madfist were to knock a little harder.
"Good. Send him in." An unfamiliar voice spoke inside the main shrine, but it sounded like someone young and energetic.
Madfist then turned toward Frank, gesturing at the door. "You heard the man. Wanna go in?" "Who's..." Seeing Frank's suspicion, Madfists chuckled. "You'll know when you're in there. Don't worry, this old man isn't going to hurt you." As such, Frank had to enter despite having many questions.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe only difference was the white-haired man dressed in a white suit seated meditatively beneath the statue.
Frank began, "And you are...?" "Hehe. It makes sense you wouldn't know who I am." The man chuckled as he slowly turned toward Frank, and he immediately saw that the mana pair of gold-framed glasses and appeared soft-spoken. Content belongs to en.kikistoriesAnd despite his white hair, the man had proper skincare and looked like he was barely in his forties.
"Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Lawrence. It's just a shthat we never got to meet before." The man smiled. "I'm Stanley Durban, the mayor of Zamri." "The mayor of Zamri...?" Frank's heart skipped a beat.
This was the first the had ever met the mayor, but what was the mayor's intention of bringing him here under such circumstances? "I must apologize, but I don't have much time, so I have to keep this short." Musing to himself for a moment, Stanley then looked up with determination. "I hope you can doa favor and assassinate the commissioner of Zamri." Content belongs to en.kikistories"What?!" Frank was left gaping right then.
Did the mayor of Zamri really just ask him to assassinate the commissioner of Zamri...?!
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