Chapter: 606
“To protect me? I’m sure you meant he sent you to spy on me?” Rufus smiled ambiguously.
“Please do not get the wrong idea, Sir. You are of esteemed status, and your identity dictates the destiny of the whole of Dragonmarsh. Even the slightest scratch or injury on you would threaten the fate of the nation,” Nestor explained humbly.
“Hah! What a good attendant you are!” Rufus reached out to give Nestor a pat on the back.
“Thank you, Your Highness.” Nestor nodded.
“We shouldn’t stay here any longer, Sir. Please return to West Lucozia immediately to ensure that you face no mishap.”
“Oh? Are you telling me what to do now?” Rufus‘ expression darkened.
“I would never dare to.” Nestor held his head low.
“If you’re a servant, then act as a servant should. Don’t you ever dare tell me what to do, or you’ll be sorry,” Rufus warned.
“Yes, Your Highness.” Nestor remained submissive and kept his gaze fixed on the ground.
“Well, why are you still here? Get lost!” Rufus waved his hand impatiently.
“Yes, Sir,” Nestor answered.
Just as he was about to take his leave, he was stopped by Dustin.
“Hold up! Did I say you could leave?”
“Do you have any orders, Your Grace?” Once again, Nestor kept his head low.
“Tell me, were you involved in the incident ten years ago?” Dustin asked coldly.
“I do not understand what you’re referring to, Your Grace.”
“Do you not understand, or are you feigning ignorance?” Dustin’s gaze was frosty, and killing intent was starting to surface.
“I’ll ask you one last time. Did you have anything to do with my mother’s death?”
“You must have been mistaken, Your Grace. I know nothing about it.” Nestor shook his head.
“Who, in the whole of Aylka, could stop my mother, if not for you, an ultimate grandmaster?” Dustin clenched his fists, and fury burned within him.
“From what I know, the princess consort had passed on due to an ailment.” Nestor sidestepped.
“F*ck you and your ailments! Go to hell, vermin!” Dustin pulled out his sword and charged head- on toward him.
With a whoosh, Dustin’s sword immediately emitted blinding rays. Swift as the wind and with such immense strength, he drove his sword toward Nestor’s chest.
Out of nowhere, an enormous and translucent golden bell came down out of the sky and landed around Nestor with a dull thud, shielding him from Dustin’s attack. As the tip of Dustin’s sword made contact with the golden bell, rings of ripples spread out from the point of contact as they would on the surface of the water.
There weren’t any sounds produced, no explosion, and not even so much as a tiny clang from the impact. The true energy that Dustin channeled was completely absorbed by the bell and did not harm Nestor at all.