NovelEnglishFrank nodded. "Indeed | am." The old man clicked his tongue in turn. "What a mess, allowing all sorts to join this party." Still, he could read through Frank's spirited gaze to tell that he was one who could hold his own, through his spirited eyes alone. He might even be an elite in wielding vigor.
However, judging from the old man's black-clad assailants from earlier, Silver Spring Dojo's recruitment tourney was not just a tourney—Birthright rank elites might even show up in droves.
A young man like Frank would die before seeing what hit him without any sort of protection.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClicking his tongue, the old man raised a hand to stop Frank. "Mr. Lawrence, | suggest you return to where you cfrom—you could see that | was attacked just because | was heading to Silver Spring Dojo. Would you be able to stop them in my place?" Before Frank could answer, the old man's granddaughter giggled. "Sir, you have the looks, so don't die here senselessly. Listen to my grandfather and go!" Frank was not actually annoyed despite being belittled by grandfather and granddaughter, even smiling.
"Actually, this whole tourney was a trap in the first place, and it's meant for me. From where I'm standing, you should both be leaving!" "Hey!" The old man's granddaughter stood akimbo, clearly disgruntled. "How'd you know the tourney was a trap, and who the hell are you? Who would anyone bother to go through such lengths for you?" The old man narrowed his eyes in turn, stroking his beardly as he said, "Mr. Lawrence, you're saying you're aware this is a trap meant for you... Then why are you walking right into it?" "They have something | want. Forgivefor not elaborating on the rest," Frank said and nodded at the two again before striding past them, heading further into the first.
"Hey! Honestly, how could someone be so full of himself, Grandpa?!" The old man's granddaughter huffed even as she turned toward the old man.
The old man, however, was staring fixedly and thoughtfully in the direction where Frank was leaving.
Soon, he said, "Come, we're going after him." "What?! Are you really buying into his crap?!" - The mountain's forest was actually a long stretch of land, but the scenery was picturesque and the waters clear.
As the ttraveled together, the old man kept trying to probe Frank, intent on finding out his history.
Frank, however, only mentioned that he was from Riverton and nothing else.
On the other hand, the old man's granddaughter had different ideas.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Why don't you take up tutelage under my grandfather?" she suggested earnestly. "You'll learn a thing or two, and at least you won't get killed if you start boasting again." Frank simply smiled but said nothing, which left her further annoyed. "Hmph! Looking a gift horse in the mouth!" Soon, they were standing at a quiet clearing, looking out at the gates of Silver Spring Dojo.
The dojo's surroundings were serene, but it lacked people and could well just be a part of the scenery.
"Hahaha! You fell for our trap, Frank Lawrence!" A familiar shrill laughter greeted Frank just as they stepped through the front gates, and the gates shut behind them on their own.
"Heh..." Frank, however, remained calm as he looked up in amusement. "Actually, I'm surprised you're still afterQuinn Ocean. Coming for your death again? After you had to feign insanity to escapebefore?" "What? Quinn Ocean?!" The old man beside Frank did a double take.
As his granddaughter looked on in confusion, he gulped and stuttered in fear, "Quinn Ocean is the daughter of Sage Lake Sect's high elder. And this is really a trap meant for Mr. Lawrence, just as he said?!"
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