The blood flowed as the pain registered in Conor's mind.

Frederick and the others froze, and their expressions were unnatural. Even though they felt like Fane would punish Conor in some way, they did not expect Fane to outright kill him.

Conor fell to the ground the moment Fane pulled out the sword, and he was in so much pain that he clutched his chest, trying to stop the bleeding to no avail. After all, he was already heavily injured. Coupled with that strike, no one could save him.

The color in his cheeks slowly diminished. "You dare to kill me?!"

Fane was exasperated as his lips twitched. He said, "Why can't I? Why wouldn't I dare to? Who do you think you are? I don't know why you're so sure that I won't do anything to you no matter what you do."

Blood flowed out of Conor's mouth. He started to cough as he reached the end of his life. As he opened his mouth, all that they could hear was the sound of blood flowing out as no proper words could be formed.

Everyone merely watched as Conor shut his eyes and passed away.

Fane turned to look at Rudy, saying sincerely, "In the end, he never answered. What made him so certain that I wouldn't attack him?"

Rudy frowned, deliberating on the question before he said, "He must've thought that you were a righteous person. Even if you kill people, you'd only kill those that needed to be killed. He felt like he did nothing wrong and that you're the one in the wrong. That's why he was that fearless." Hearing that, Fane felt even more helpless. "He acted without regard for anything because he believed in my character? He felt like I'd forgive him no matter what he said?"

As he said that, Fane scoffed at how ridiculous Conor was. Fane's moral character was only applicable to his friends. To everyone else, he did not care in the slightest.

Conor had already provoked Fane before yet still hoped that he would save him. Fane felt like it was a complete joke.

He did not regret killing Conor this quickly. In fact, he thought he should have left Conor alive to slowly be tortured. Only then would Conor realize how laughable his thoughts were.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

At that moment, Alfred was already done as well. The three masked men could no longer hold on as they died at the same time.

Alfred took the bottles that contained the Heartblood and happily walked over to Fane, who then placed the bottles in Mustard Seed.

Even though he did not know what they could be used for, they must be incredibly useful if such a huge price was being paid for them. He would keep them and see what happened.

Meanwhile, four men in cotton robes were walking out of a valley a distance away. Their clothes seemed to be of good quality, but they were in completely different states.

The first two looked completely

disheveled. Their clothes were

completely ripped, and blood flowed

down their robes. They had chains

on their limbs, and they had an

ashen look on their faces. They looked like they were about to die.

The two behind them looked to be in a much better state. Their limbs were free from chains, their bodies uninjured, and their clothes not tattered. As they walked, they chatted.

If Fane were there, he would be able

bet

to tell that the two in front were from third-grade worlds while the two behind we're from the second-grade world the Sacred Water Continent. They had clouds on their robes and looked incredibly arrogant

"I don't know what they're thinking. It's not like they need the spirit crystals, but they insist on having us send these over. Can't we just get the Heartblood? Why do we need to go through so much trouble? We've been through so much trouble on the way. Even if we send them into their hands, we'd just get a few words of praise. I refuse to do something so tedious in the future!"

As Edson Chavez said that, he had a frustrated look on his face, evidently displeased by his situation.