Earl Heather is more than fifty years old this year, and the vicissitudes of time have left deep wrinkles on his face. He began to deeply feel that his body's energy is no longer as abundant and vigorous as he was when he was young. Difficulty and fatigue often come, and his ability to deal with various things is becoming increasingly difficult.

He is old, but he never admits that he is old.

He is like a stubborn and arrogant warrior. Time cannot erase his tenacious will. Only he can hold the sword in his hand to fight. He will never give up easily in the face of the setbacks of time in his life.

Sitting on the luxurious chair with exquisite patterns, Earl Heather slowly picked up a parchment letter on the table in front of him, with an extremely conspicuous signature on it.

Roweather Overled Archer.

"Haha--" Tore open the sealed letter seal, Earl Heather muttered to himself with a smile: "Is there something difficult to happen to Sloan's front line? This little guy is willing to put down his pride and send me an emergency letter..."

As he began to slowly read the contents of the parchment letters, the smile on his face gradually began to turn cold until it was ashen.

"Drank Xialan?! The essence of life?! That little guy dared to trade it out on my back! Does he know what he is doing?!"

After reading the entire content of the letter, Earl Heather no longer had the anger in his patience. The parchment in his hand was torn into countless pieces in the blink of an eye. The old face covered with frown even showed an unnatural rosy appearance because of the surging blood!

After a brief loss of composure, Count Heather quickly recovered from calmness.

He reached out and pressed his forehead, as if he was trying hard to press the agitation of the veins. He was no longer young. Erection of anger would only harm his body. Earl Heather, who knew this, had already learned to control his mood swings.

The value of the essence of life is self-evident. Even if Earl Heather has not been able to use it for many years, if one day he encounters an accident, the essence of life is the key to his life-saving existence. How could Earl Heather, who cherishes his life, be willing to let go of others?

But Overleigh had to care because he was still young and believed in his brilliant future.

So he was willing to bet, but the price of this bet involved himself.

"I'm stupid son!"

He sighed deeply. Earl Heather seemed to be more than ten years old. If he was willing to let go of the essence of life, it would be easy to recruit a top-level strong man. Why did Overlet trade him to a swordsman who was just a higher-level swordsman on the surface? This practice is simply unreasonable to lose the foundation and pursue the last one!

Although he stated in the letter that he was fighting for the friendship of a future peak-level strong man, how could this explanation convince Earl Heather? He is not without the assistance of the superior strong man, so why should he go far and wide?

Could it be that he is preparing for his future personal team?

Earl Heather let out a cold snorkeling between his nose. He was not old yet, but his son already thought he was old, even if it was father and son. Their family affection would be estranged due to power relations.

After a long time, in the empty and deserted study room, Earl Heather pulled a hanging string beside him, and a crisp bell sounded in a vague blur. Soon, a strong officer in armor and sharp hands pushed the door and walked in.

"Sir Earl! You summon me?"

The officer was wearing armor and uniform. Every time he took a step, the metal blades connected to the armor would make a collision sound. He was wearing a black helmet, and only a pair of sharp eyes appeared on his face, making it difficult to see his appearance clearly.

"Davit, I need you to receive someone on my behalf."

Earl Heather pointed at the table with his fingers and looked quietly at the officer in front of him, without any dissatisfaction with the other party's misconduct.

“Who are you receiving?”

Dewit said in a slightly cold voice.

"Overliet recommended a powerful man to me, but the price paid is the essence of life! I think you should know what I mean." Earl Heather said calmly.

"Master Overled shouldn't mind if I kill him."

After hearing the words of Count Heather, the armor of Dwight once again collided with metal.

"If you can kill him, I think Overleigh wouldn't mind." Earl Heather said lightly.

“Follow your orders.”

After saying that, Devit turned around and walked out the door.

"Forgot to remind you something."

When he had just stepped out of the threshold, Earl Heather's words came quietly behind him.

"Not long ago, the superior man escaped from the joint pursuit of Baisize and Bukins."

"He won't have this good luck again."

After a little startled, Dewit left this sentence and disappeared outside the study door.

Earl Heather's eyes were still in the direction of the other party leaving, and an intriguing smile appeared on his old face.

interesting.

Hope you won't let me down.

In the years before the Sissinian turmoil, Devite was a military officer he valued. Whether in terms of strength or military command capabilities, Dvite was undoubtedly the best type of person.

A few years ago, Count Heather personally commanded the war to invade Diorda, a tactical mistake led Baixize to lead an elite cavalry to launch a sneak attack on him. If Dwayte had not broken through the upper realm and fought to rescue him in the last battle, Count Heather would have died on the spot.

From then on, Devite became the person he trusted the most, and even he once wanted to give the essence of life to the other party. If he had not learned about Devite's deep secret in a "unexpected coincidence", his trust relationship with Devite would have been maintained until the end of his life.

Standing up, Earl Heather pushed open the closed window of the window sill, and a gust of cold wind suddenly blew into his face.

He looked into the sky, into the distance, and into the sight of Cantland.

This is the territory he takes pride in.

Whether it is the past, present, or future.

As long as he doesn't want to, no one can be snatched from him!

During the turmoil in Sissinia for more than ten years, he saw many things and learned many secrets, such as the death of the former king, such as the mastermind behind Sissinia...

But, what does all this have to do with him?

He only believes in himself what he wants and strives for!

Anyone who dares to gaze his things will become his enemy!

He didn't know that Viscount Frant had the support of a certain force behind it, otherwise how could Viscount Frant's gang of aristocratic alliances be able to resist his military front!

Because he once refused the "they" to extend a cooperation hand!

Count Heather believed they would never give up, and the facts were as he had guessed.
Chapter completed!