Irin Nash’s view, Barton offered to help because he wanted Nash to
BBack when Bradley ran into trouble at Motadine, Nash had sought hhelp from the Bullhogs, and they
had responded by sending several
Mystique Loyalty Realm martial artists to his rescue.
WWWide they did not arrive at the scene in time, they nevertheless.
ninanaged to rescue Bradley.
As such, Nash was indebted to them.
Instead of repaying the favor, Nash sought their help again. Once agaththey agreed to help and sent
Regulus to his rescue without
hesaatioon.
This timesBBadon brought along three Mystique Loyalty Realm martial artists, markiing the third time
Nash had received help from the
Bullhogs.s.
Tremendously grateful for their help, Nash vowed to cure Ba
illness no matter whhat.
“I left in a hurry, sod ditian bbring Baden along. Besides…”
Barton scanned the crowd and continued with a smile, “Let’s get
through the day first! We connak bbout thatter!”
Hearing this, Nash felt a surgo@bformation welling up inside him once
again.
Barton did not want to bring Baden with him because he knew he
might very well die today.
Nash reached for his wine and gave it a little swirl while saying, “Let’s toast to our friendship!”
Sometimes, things did not need to be said out loud.
Nash decided the Bullhogs would be his friends until death.
Liking the idea, Barton popped open a new bottle of white wine and
started filling up their sses. Some of the wine spilled out, but he
did not care.
Nash’s ss still had some red wine, but Barton did not care either.
Seeing Barton’s way of doing things, Nash could not help but stifle a
etiquette but then recalled that Barton was from Motadine, where such formalities likely held little
significance.
Nash decided not to let these differences get in the way of the friendship.
Barton clinked his ss with Nash’s and gulped down his wine.
Nash did the same.
Suddenly, amotion erupted in the crowd, and everybody turned
toward the entrance.
ncing sideways, Nash and Barton saw Harold walking into the
banquet hall with a group of people dressed in strange clothes.
The leader of the group seemed to be in his mid-20s. His features
were sharp, but his face was ghostly pale, and his eyes appeared
bloodshot.
Natalia felt a chill run down her spine. She fixed her gaze on the
man’s feet and whispered, “Nash, why do I feel like he came from the
underworld?”
It was not surprising for her to make such remarks, given the man’s ghastly pale skin. It was as if his
blood had run dry.
Floret squinted his eyes and said, “I bet he’s been practicing sorcery!”
“That’s right. He’s the Voodoo Parasite King of Shealor!”
Nash was about to take another sip of his wine, but he put the ss down when he noticed the smell of
both red and white wine wafting from his ss. Frowning slightly, he gulped down a few mouthfuls of
tea instead.
“The Voodoo Parasite King of Shealor?”
Barton’s eyes widened at the name as he balled his fists.
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The other Bullhog members seated at the table also grimace name, their eyes gleaming with
murderous intent.
“You know him?”
Nash looked at Barton in surprise.
The man had been on the run since a decade ago, hunted down by martial artists all over. Word had it
that he went into hiding deep in the mountains and continued practicing sorcery. Only a few had seen
his face.
Johnathan had once told Nash that he was a threat to humanity and
that Nash must kill him if he ever crossed paths with him.
“20 years ago, our family was faced with a crisis. My grandfather and father had fallen ill with a strange
disease out of the blue. In just
three days, their bodies started rotting, including their organs. I had
no choice but to end their suffering!”
Barton’s gaze was hardened with anger as he said through gritted
teeth.