60: Chapter 60 Elena's Interest! Ravenna's Fury and Humility!

Witnessing Harold being killed in an instant.

Kyle felt a chill explode from his spine, rushing straight to the top of his head.

He had already gathered his momentum, preparing to launch a combined attack with Harold.

He never expected that his opponent would kill the guard captain, who was on par with him in strength, with just a single sword strike!

This was definitely not the technique of an ordinary Peak Knight!

This was... the combat technique comprehension of a Great Knight!

"Run!"

This thought instantly occupied his entire mind.

Neither his friend nor the Green-Crowned Vine Python's gallbladder was more important than his own life!

He didn't hesitate for a second, forcibly halting his forward momentum, his battle qi surging into his legs as he prepared to fly backward.

However, how could Rowan let him escape?

The moment the sword tip swept out of Harold's body.

His figure had already twisted like a ghost, and leveraging the remaining momentum of the slash, the dark blue longsword drew a sharp arc in the air, the tip suddenly spitting out a point of cold starlight, pointing straight at Kyle's heart—

Wind Breath · Blood Rage · Frost Heart: Flash Ice Stab!

Fast, too fast.

Kyle's pupils shrank, and he only had time to cross his weapon in front of him, his protective battle qi instinctively surging toward his chest.

But before the swordsmanship of a Great Knight, all of this was as fragile as thin ice.

"Puchi!"

Blood mixed with ice crystals splashed out.

Kyle's body stiffened abruptly.

He lowered his head, only to see a length of dark blue sword tip piercing through his chest.

The scalding blood, the moment it gushed out, froze into scarlet icicles amidst the cold air on the sword blade.

An bone-chilling cold spread rapidly.

Freezing his blood, sealing his organs.

"I... am the son of Duke Witton..." Blood foam spilled from the corners of his mouth, and he spoke with extreme difficulty, "You... cannot kill..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

Frost flowers had already erupted from his heart, instantly covering his entire body.

"Crack."

Rowan pulled out his sword.

The completely frozen body immediately shattered into several pieces, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust mixed with ice shards.

"The son of Duke Witton?"

Rowan shook the residual ice off his sword, sheathed it, and muttered to himself, "Why didn't you say so earlier..."

From discarding the bow, drawing the sword, to killing two people in succession.

It had only been a few breaths of time.

Until now, those high-level trainee guards following behind had only barely covered half the distance.

They had witnessed with their own eyes the horrific scene of the guard Harold being killed by a single sword strike and Kyle being pierced through the heart.

All their fighting spirit and courage were instantly crushed into powder.

"Gr—Great Knight!!!"

"Run!"

It was unknown who first let out a broken scream, and the remaining few were instantly terrified out of their wits, dropping their weapons and fleeing for their lives toward the outside of the forest without looking back.

Rowan's expression was indifferent.

He picked up the [frost speaker] longbow again.

Nocking an arrow, drawing the string.

The sniping was over in just a few breaths.

The last sound of an arrow whistling vanished behind the forest shadows.

Everything returned to dead silence.

He put away his longbow, his gaze calmly sweeping over the shattered ice corpses and bloodstains on the ground.

The wind passed through the treetops, bringing with it a rustling sound.

Other than that, there was no other sound.

Rowan stopped consuming his battle qi to maintain [Shape-shifting].

His face and figure twisted slightly like water ripples, returning to his original handsome and upright appearance.

Only those amber eyes were colder and more indifferent than the deep pools of the Mess Mountains.

He strode toward the center of the canyon.

Ravenna, who had been nailed through the thigh by an ice arrow and was deathly pale from blood loss and terror, was still lying there shivering.

Ravenna had watched helplessly as Kyle and Harold were slaughtered like ants, his mind already shattered.

When that familiar face emerged amidst the shifting light and shadow.

His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpricks.

His mind went blank.

Immediately, he was submerged by incomparable shock and absurdity.

"Is... is it you?! Rowan Flynn?!"

Ravenna's voice was distorted and off-key due to extreme horror and excruciating pain.

He stared fixedly at the approaching Rowan:

"How is this possible! How could you be here?! How is it possible that you... have such strong strength?!"

Rowan stopped in front of him, lowering his eyes to overlook this once high-and-mighty son of a count, and suddenly laughed softly.

"What, my young master Ravenna, are you surprised to see me?" Rowan's voice was very calm, even carrying a hint of casualness, as if they were just chatting.

"You sent people to my territory and were so concerned about my tax issues, so naturally, I had to come and thank you in person."

Rowan squatted down, his fingertips brushing over the [extreme cold star-fall arrow] that had pierced through the thigh.

The Frost spread upon contact, bringing excruciating, bone-deep pain.

"After all, that was two hundred gold coins. I'm a person who has never liked others owing me money."

"So, I specifically came to settle the account clearly."

After hearing this, Ravenna endured the excruciating pain and fear, his voice trembling, "Those two hundred gold coins? I'll return them! I'll pay you back double!"

"No, tenfold! Two thousand gold coins! As long as you let me go, I'll return it to you immediately!"

"I guarantee that no one will dare to go and cause trouble for the White Cliff Territory's tax exemption order again!"

"Two thousand gold coins?" Rowan raised his eyebrows, seemingly tempted, but then shook his head, saying with regret: "Sounds good. Unfortunately, interest isn't calculated that way."

"In... interest?"

"That's right." Rowan's smile became somewhat playful; he leaned in closer and said slowly, "Aren't you curious? Why would I know about your hunt this time?"

"Your sister, Elena, has already paid a portion of the interest for you!"

He spoke with implication, his gaze deep.

Ravenna was stunned at first, then suddenly thought of something, his face instantly turning as pale as paper:

"You... what did you say? You... what did you do to Elena?!"

Upon hearing this, Rowan laughed softly.

"A beautiful and melancholy lady, with great artistic talent, and a voice that is very pleasant, like a nightingale."

"We just had one... in-depth artistic exchange, and she very much appreciated my poetry."

Rowan's words made Ravenna feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar instantly.

"Beast! You damn country bumpkin!"

"And that bitch—!"

"I will kill you both! My father will definitely peel your skin and break your bones, and trample the White Cliff Territory to the ground!!"

Fury, shame, and a destructive sense of betrayal swallowed his extreme fear.

He roared madly, struggling to pounce toward Rowan, but was nailed firmly to the ground by the ice arrow.

"Tsk tsk!" Rowan stood up and clapped his hands, his eyes turning completely cold, "Ravenna Farrell, it seems you aren't planning to pay back the money!"

The longsword slowly left its sheath.

The dark blue blade flowed with cold intent in the dim light, and it lightly touched his forehead.

The cold touch made Ravenna freeze instantly, his roar coming to an abrupt end, leaving only boundless fear.

"I'll pay... I'll pay..."

"Spare me..."

"For the sake of my sister, spare me..."

"I have a few more sisters..."

"They can also pay interest..."

"Spare my life..."

He began to knock his head against the ground desperately, snot and tears streaming down.

His posture was wretched, like a dying stray dog.

Rowan watched the other's pathetic appearance quietly.

He felt only boredom.

The sword light flashed.

A perfectly good head soared into the sky!

The expression on Ravenna's face was frozen forever in extreme fear and regret.

Rowan shook the tip of his sword and sheathed it.

He didn't look at the corpse on the ground again, turned around, and began to clean up the scene.

He walked to the corpse of the Green-Crowned Vine Python and took out all the valuable materials.

Then, he searched Ravenna, Harold, and Kyle one by one, collecting all the valuables into his silver star ring.

Subsequently, he spent some time dragging all the corpses to the side of the Green-Crowned Vine Python's carcass.

Finally, he took a small jar of beast-attracting incense specifically used to lure carnivorous magical beasts from his silver star ring and sprinkled it evenly over the pile of corpses.

Before long, rustling sounds and low roars of stirring came from the forest in the distance, and some keen carnivorous magical beasts had already been attracted by the scent.

Watching their corpses disappear completely.

Rowan didn't linger; with a few leaps, he disappeared into the depths of the dense jungle.

When he returned to the Snow Velvet Manor in Gino City without a sound, the horizon was already dyed with the glow of the setting sun.

The Still Lake was as flat as glaze, reflecting a brilliant and tranquil crimson, breathtakingly beautiful...