"F-Father, you're right. I'm injured and need to rest. Please, letgo." Bill. was in so much pain that he immediately begged for mercy.
In Strequa, strength reigned supreme. Those who were powerful and had a strong presence earned widespread respect, and their words carried considerable influence. Simply put, they could force a person if.
"Mr. Wolfe, I take back what I said earlier. You're a smart man.” Jeremiah kept a neutral expression and maintained his smile.
Bill's eyes twitched in frustration, but he held his tongue and stepped back. He was reluctant to admit defeat against Fenley and believed he could still fight. Yet, he had no choice but to submit to Jeremiah's authority.
"Father, if Bill can't handle this, letstep in." George suddenly rose from his seat. His massive, towering figure was intimidating.
His strength and physical prowess were superior to Bill's. In a direct confrontation, he was like an unstoppable human tank.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Why does this guy look like a gorilla?" Alicia and Aurora exchanged surprised glances.
When George was sitting, they hadn't noticed anything unusual. But now that he was standing, he was quite a sight.
At over seven feet tall, his massive frwas covered in muscles as solid as obsidian. He looked even more imposing than a bull, and his presence could intimidate most people before a fight started.
"Mr. Burroughs, let's not act impulsively," Jeremiah said with a smile. He raised his hand to stop George. "We're here for a meal, not a fight. Let's not make things worse." "Father, you don't need to get involved. A few martial artists from Dragonmarsh are no match for me," George growled.
Jeremiah said nothing. He approached George and placed a hand on his shoulder as he guided him back to his seat.
Then, Jeremiah turned to Fenley and the others with a smile. "I'm sorry for my friends' behavior. They got a bit carried away. Please forgive their impulsiveness." "Hmph! Apologizing just because you can't win? Why didn't you do it sooner? "Aurora scoffed, clearly irritated. If Bill had gained the upper hand just now, the other side would probably be singing a different tune. The apology was merely a sign of fear of Fenley's strength, a concession to avoid further trouble.
"You have a saying in Dragonmarsh that said, 'Friends are made through conflict.' My friend here was simply. trying to engage in a friendly sparring match. If we've offended you, I hope you can overlook it," Jeremiah said calmly.
"Father! Why are we apologizing? We should just..." Bill started to protest, but a stern look from Jeremiah silenced him instantly.
"You seem to be a reasonable person. Since you're willing to admit your mistake, I'll let this incident slide," Fenley said Then, he added, "But remember, if you cto Dragonmarsh again, you'd better play by the rules. The Celestial Alliance won't tolerate any troublemakers." "Oh? Which elite member of the Celestial Alliance are you? Can you tell us your name?" Jeremiah asked with a smile.
"I'm Fenley Hudson," Fenley said coolly.
"Ah, you're Sir Hudson. I've heard a lot about you," Jeremiah replied, nodding with a hint of surprise.
Earlier, Bailey had given them a list of Dragonmarsh's top talents, including those who might threaten their chances in the tournament. Fenley of the Celestial Alliance was one of the top names on that list.
It was clear now why Bill had been completely outmatched. It turned out that he had encountered a formidable opponent.
"Let's skip the pleasantries. Remember my warning, or face the consequences, “Fenley said sternly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Thanks for the reminder. I'll keep my friend in check," Jeremiah replied, nodding.
He picked up a glass of wine from the table. "Everyone, we're leaving! now". Aftentaking a sip, he headed downstairs with George and Bill. "Fenley, I'll remember you! See you in the battle ring tomorrow!" Bill shouted a final threat as they left.
He was still fuming from being beaten by a mere human martial artist. The humiliation was hard for him to accept.
Fenley didn't even bother to look at him. He completely ignored the threat. To him, someone like Bill wasn't worth acknowledging.
"Fenley, aren't you going to do something about those guys? They clearly mean trouble," Aurora said, her frustration evident.
She couldn't believe the nerve of George, Bill, and Jeremiah for causing trouble in Dragonmarsh. They were quite bold.
"It's not the vampire we should be worried about," Fenley said, shaking his head. "But that priest is another story. If it comes to a fight, it might not go well for us."
He could tell George, Bill, and Jeremiah had bad intentions. But the seemingly harmless priest gave Fenley an uneasy feeling. In a confrontation, the outcwas far from certain.