Keep attacking girls and try not to be killed by them

Nassar did not hide his joy and was very proud of himself.

Upon hearing what Nasar said, the old man named Spland immediately widened his eyes.

"Where is it? Bring it to me now! Are you being followed?!"

As Spland reached out his hand to Nassar, his eyes looked around nervously.

"Don't worry, sir. I've confirmed that we're not being followed. Let's go inside and talk. There are too many bugs outside."

Looking at Nassar's smug look, Spland snorted in annoyance, turned and went into the house, lighting up the glowing magic stone in the house.

Seeing this, Nassar hurriedly followed him in and closed the door behind him.

This cabin was obviously a makeshift one, and it was empty except for a bed and a set of tables and chairs.

Nassar glanced around and noticed some snake corpses piled in the corner. He felt a little scared and thought that Spland's strange name "Snake Demon" was not for nothing.

"Okay, now that you're in, quickly take out the 'Flame Horse' and let me take a look."

Spland rapped the table with his cane, showing no patience for waiting.

At this time, Nassar sat down on the chair a little arrogantly.

He's about to start bargaining.

"Lord Spland, this is different from what we agreed on... Didn't you promise me that you would help me obtain an 'identity' first?" Nassar even raised his feet.

His words made Sprant stop tapping the table with his cane.

"Haha, you still don't trust me?"

Spland took a look at the bulging outline in Nassar's cloak and knew that this guy must have hidden the "Flame Horse" in his cloak.

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4.36 - Old Friends

For Spland, it would not be difficult to rob the "Flame Horse" at this time, but it would be better for him to keep Nassar alive.

So, under Nasar's gaze, Sprant wrote a letter, stamped it with his handprint and seal, and handed it to Nasar.

"You've just read the contents. As long as you give this letter to the mayor, he will recognize your 'identity'... After that, we can find an opportunity to 'sleep' his eldest son. Then you will be the true heir to the mayorship."

Spland narrowed his eyes. What he said seemed to be helping Nassar, but in fact it was a win-win situation.

Nassar took the letter with trembling hands. For so many years, he had been trying hard to infiltrate the Task Union and become a cadre, all for this letter written by Spland.

Given Spland's status and influence, the mayor would never deny him face.

"Okay, I've written you a letter. Hurry and get the 'Flame Horse' out."

"As you command, my Lord Spland."

Nassar happily untied his cloak, took off the long wooden box on his back and placed it on the table.

Then, he opened the wooden box, carefully took out the "Magic Secret Sword: Flame Horse" lying inside, and handed it to Spland with both hands.

"Master Spland, please confirm, this is the 'Magic Secret Sword: Flame Horse', correct?"

Nassar didn't need to say anything, Spland's eyes had already been fixed on the "Magic Secret Sword: Flame Horse".

After decades, he finally saw this magic sword again! !

“Ah…that’s right…that’s right…!”

Spland put down his cane, took the "Magic Secret Sword: Flame Horse" with both hands, and examined it carefully inch by inch. His focused look made it seem more like he was appreciating it than inspecting it.

"Hahahaha... after decades... it finally fell into my hands!"

Spland displayed a physical quality that most old men did not possess. He wielded the "Magic Secret Sword: Flame Horse" in one hand, waving it left and right, very satisfied with the light feeling.

Then, Spland no longer cared about anything else and directly faced the wooden wall to test the essence of this magic sword - he wanted to release a "Flame Horse" to see.

"Nassar, stay away."

"Eh? Ok, ok!"

Nasar thought, is Spland crazy?

——(Doesn’t this magic sword burn the user? How dare he use it?)

But now that he had the letter, Nasar no longer cared. If the old man wanted to die, he would just let him.

"Let me see your power, the magical secret sword, Flame Horse!"

Spland injected magic power into the magic sword and then swung it against the wall!

In the end, nothing happened.

"……Um?"

Spland looked at the magic sword in his hand in surprise, wondering if the magic power he injected was not enough, so he injected more magic power and swung it again, but there was still no response.

At this moment, an ominous premonition crept up Spland's back.

"Nasar...how did you get this 'magic sword'?" Spland asked harshly, his voice trembling slightly.

"Oleg gave it to me for safekeeping. Is there anything wrong with the magic sword?"

Nassar felt Sprant's anger and was frightened and retreated to the wall.

"Did Oleg give it to you on his own initiative?" Spland asked with gritted teeth, as if he had understood something.

"Yep."

"idiot!!!"

After hearing Nassar's answer, Spland was so angry that he threw the "magic sword" to the ground!

"You've been deceived by Oleg! Nassar!!"

Spland picked up his crutches and entered combat mode.

His cane is actually his staff, and beneath its plain appearance lies a core that has been tempered by time and battle.

Nasar was frightened by Spland's sudden move. He thought Spland was going to kill him, so he knelt on the ground and apologized and begged for mercy.

"Lord Siss Plant, I-I didn't know it was fake! Please, please don't kill me! I can still help you..."

"Shut up! Oleg won't give you another chance! Get up and get ready to fight, idiot!"

“Fight…fight?!”

Nassar was completely confused and couldn't understand what was going on.

But Spland was not as stupid as him.

Spland knew that his "old friend" was about to appear.

·

Spland nervously switched his gaze between the window and the door.

At this point, it is definitely too late for him to evacuate.

In that case, why not just have a head-on confrontation with that old guy Oleg?

If a fight really breaks out... Spland is not without preparation.

Suddenly, the door of the wooden house fell down with a bang, and the person who appeared outside the door was Oleg, the old friend that Spland was afraid of.

It looked like he had just kicked the wooden door over.

"Huh, it's you after all, Spland."

Oleg walked into the house, stepping on the door panel. He was wearing a chain mail, iron gloves on his hands, and a war hammer hanging on his back. It was obvious that he came prepared.

"Old man, you're already over seventy years old, don't you even know how to knock on the door?"

When old friends meet, there is no joy of reunion after a long separation, but only mutual hostility and cold stares.

"You are playing the spy trick on me, so why should I give you face?" Oleg glared at Nassar who was still kneeling, then looked at Spland again.

"Spland, I came here tonight to tell you not to bother with the Flame Horse anymore. I've already destroyed that magic sword!"

"Destroyed?"

Spland laughed contemptuously. He didn't believe that Oleg could be so cruel.

"You think I'm going to believe your lies? Then how did you make the fakes that you asked Nassar to bring? Don't tell me you made several of them just for fun."

"Haha, believe it or not, it's up to you. Otherwise, why don't you ask Nassar and see if he has found any clues about the 'Flame Horse' after lurking in our union for so many years?"

Oleg suddenly turned the topic towards Nasar, which frightened him so much that he huddled against the wall, trembling and not daring to say a word.

Although Nassar didn't know the specific levels of the two old men, he had heard a lot of rumors about how they were very powerful in the Task Union when they were young.

Now after listening to the conversation between the two, Nassar probably knew that he was being used by Oleg.

He didn't know when he revealed his flaw, but it didn't matter anymore.

Nassar is now only thinking about what he can do to save his life. He feels that since his identity as a spy has been exposed, his only chance of survival is to follow Spland.

·

Inside the cabin, Spland and Oleg were at loggerheads.

"Nasar? Humph, forget it. I have given up hope on this rubbish."

Spland even spat at Nassar.

In addition to the conversation, Spland was secretly looking at Oleg. He was evaluating and calculating. He was already thinking about fighting a life-and-death battle with Oleg.

——(You’re already over seventy and still have this much muscle…Oleg, you old freak…)

In Spland's opinion, Oleg's physical condition was indeed very good, but Oleg's shabby equipment made Spland see the opportunity to win.

——(But you are underestimating me with your shabby equipment.)

"Oleg, don't think you've won just because you figured out my plan."

Sprant slammed his cane down on the ground and continued.

"Have you ever considered a possibility? Did I deliberately use Nassar to lure you here?"

4.37 - Snakes and rats from the same nest (Part )

Sprant was actually bluffing.

With fifty or sixty years of combat experience, he firmly believes in one thing:

"A person's mental state will greatly affect their performance in combat."

No matter the level of the duel, carelessness in combat can be fatal.

And what Spland just said was meant to shake Oleg.

——(Snakes crawling around!)

Taking advantage of Oleg's distraction, Spland quietly used his skills.

Unlike Oleg who would shout out the names of his skills, he always used his skills silently to achieve the greatest effect.

Spland's magic power was transmitted along the crutch to the floor, and then "swam" straight towards Oleg!

"Hmph, Spland, with your cowardly personality, you'd dare to confront me head-on? Don't be so obvious when lying!"

But what Spland didn't expect was that Oleg was completely unmoved, and even...

"Anger! Trample!"

With a roar, Oleg raised his foot high and then stepped down hard!

The magical shock released by the trampling not only destroyed the floor, but also caused the entire wooden house to shake!

——(Damn it, his intuition is still as sharp as ever!)

Spland was forced to summon the snakes in advance. The poisonous snakes materialized by magic power crawled out from the floor and continued to attack Oleg!

At the same time, Spland quietly retreated, preparing to escape from the house first. Fighting in this small space was too disadvantageous for him...

"Don't even think about running away!"

However, Oleg was not afraid of being surrounded by the snakes. He waved his fists to knock away the poisonous snakes that pounced on him, broke through the snake group, and rushed towards Spland at great speed!