Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 908: Failure To Report (1)

Before dawn, a somewhat childish shout sounded from a balcony in Unicorn Castle. The servants who got up early all knew that it was the young Viscount Ante who was practicing swordsmanship again. This little knight practiced swordsmanship no less diligently than Baron, the commander of the unicorn army. At first Baron came to the castle from time to time to teach Little Jazz swordsmanship, but later on, he practiced swordsmanship with Ont every morning in the castle.

The servants in the castle still had a good impression of this young knight. Most of the time, Unte was more like a shy boy. Only when he brandished his sword did he gradually reveal a bit of heroic spirit. He was like a piece of jade that needed to be carved unceasingly. Only by practicing swordsmanship would he be able to remove his stone clothes and gradually reveal his sharpness.

The two swords met and collided in the air. A long sword on the left drew a small circle, and with a twist of its power, it sent the other sword flying. Ante smiled bitterly and waved his wrist. He trotted a few steps to retrieve the sword and said to Baron, "Come again."

Half an hour later, the youth was finally exhausted and his clothes were wet with sweat. The housekeeper carefully sent over hot drinks and cloaks so that the little master wouldn't catch a cold. Guild Leader Baron's upper body was bare and his muscles bulged, making Andrew envious. He drank a cup of hot milk and looked at Baron and sighed, "When will I ever have a body like Commander Baron's?"

Baron laughed and said, "What's so good about being as rude as us martial artists? Besides, the level of combat strength is not determined by muscles. Lord Ante, Origin Energy is the only criterion for determining combat strength."

Ante's face darkened.

Baron wished he could slap himself. He said apologetically, "Your Excellency, you are still young. You still have a chance to light a fire."

"But the chances are slim, aren't they?" Ante held his chin and smiled bitterly, "When Father was still alive, he said that my potential was not good. If I can't light the fire seed before I reach adulthood, I won't be able to obtain Origin Energy for the rest of my life. Commander Baron, I'm not young anymore. I'm afraid I won't have a chance, right?"

Baron was a rough man, and he didn't know how to comfort him for a moment, so he could only stand there in a daze.

'"That Lord Alan, he's very young. How old do you think he was?" Ante added.

Baron thought for a moment and said, "Sir Alan is indeed a young expert. If there is no meaning, he would have already obtained Origin Energy in his teens, right?"

"Sure enough, I can't compare to him."

The butler whispered from behind, "Your Excellency, it is not just martial power that governs a territory. Baron Hungry Wolf is an example. Sir Duruf is the strongest in martial power, but look at how barren his territory was before Lord Alan took over."

"I heard that the hungry wolf collar has improved in the past six months," Ang said.

'Yes, my lord. The Hungry Wolf Territory is now very much farming, and Lord Alan has exempted them from taxes for another three years, as well as other policies to benefit the people in many ways. It is now said that it can no longer be called the Hungry Wolf Territory, and that it should be renamed the Fat Sheep Territory.' The butler chuckled.

Baron laughed loudly when he heard this.

Ante couldn't laugh. "Baron Oz, I heard he's about the same age as me?" He said softly.

"Two years younger than you."

"Is that so? Then do you think he intends to avenge his father?"

The balcony was already cold, but this sentence caused the temperature to drop even further. "No," sighed the butler. "Baron Oz is not old enough, and Sir Duruf is not a good father. I think the little baron may have little or no desire to avenge his father. And now that the people of the territory are living a more secure life in Lord Alan, I'm afraid that even if Sir Oz did, they wouldn't do it."

"What about us?" Ante raised his head and looked at the butler and Baron. "If I were to fight Alan, would everyone support me?"

The butler and Baron looked at each other.

Ante narrowed his eyes. "Even you fell on Alan? On the murderer who killed my father! Oz is young and he doesn't understand. But I'm different. My father, your Sir Daniel died at the hands of that Lord Alan. Could this hatred be hidden in my heart for the rest of my life?"

Barron's chest rose and fell, wanting to say something. Suddenly, the butler cast a stern gaze. The Guild Leader hesitated for a moment before lowering his head.

The atmosphere froze.

The butler smiled bitterly and said, "If Lord Ante is just a child of an ordinary family, then I can understand why he wants revenge." But Lord, you are now the owner of this territory. Every decision you make will affect the lives of every citizen in this territory. You are the master, so there is no doubt about what decision you want to make. I just want to remind you. "If you want revenge, then you have to be cautious, cautious, and cautious."

"After all, we are too close to Sir Alan. If we are close enough to discover that we have any ill intentions, they can attack the city in just one day and night."

Ante shattered the cup.

"You guys go down first. I want to be alone." Said the viscount.

The butler and Guild Leader left quietly, leaving behind only two young maids to take care of Ont. '"Why did you stop me?" Baron suddenly said as he crawled into the castle's corridor.

The butler raised his head and whispered, "Otherwise, I'll let you instigate my lord to take revenge?" Baron, think about it. Lord Daniel took the initiative to start the war and was killed by Sir Alan afterwards. Lord Ante wanted revenge, but his stance was simply untenable. In the empire, don't you know the rules of the game for these big shots? Taking the initiative to start a war was fine. Killing a lord was fine. As long as there was a reasonable excuse afterwards, the empire would not make any more trouble in this regard. "After all, the territory is not owned by the empire. It's just a change of owner."

"But take the initiative to fight, but lost. Moreover, they did not annex your territory, and even formed an alliance with you regardless of their past grudges. During this period, they even helped you defend against the infiltration of other Lords' forces several times. Under such a premise, how many people do you think will join our Lord Ante in raising the banner of revenge? I can make it clear to you that very few. At that time, the citizens would even regard Lord Ante as a selfish lord who wanted to use force against a friendly and powerful neighbor for his own personal enmity. "If it was you, what would you choose?"

Baron was speechless.

The housekeeper replied on his behalf, "You will probably run to that neighbor, rather than stand under Lord Ante's banner. Then tell me, should I stop you? Otherwise, Lord Ante might be forced by your impulse to desecrate you for being unjust to the bone. At that time, there was not even a small shelter left!"

A dry cough came from behind him.

The two of them hurriedly turned around. It turned out to be Ante. He looked at the butler and at Baron. "This is the last time I mention revenge," he sighed bitterly. "I won't mention it again. Unless I'm stronger than Allen, I'll only drag everyone down."

The butler knelt down and said, "Your Excellency, please punish me."

"Why? You didn't say anything wrong. It's just that I was wrong." Ante waved his hand and said to the butler, "You'll have to remind me and Commander Baron in the future. Although you didn't tell me what you were thinking, I can see how you looked just now. I'm glad that father left such a loyal subordinate behind."

Baron's blood gushed up and he knelt down and shouted, "Baron is just a rough guy, but as long as you say a word, Baron is willing to die for you, even if it's a sea of flames and blades!"

Ante exhaled, shook his head and smiled, "Die what die, I want everyone to live well."

At this moment, a guard trotted over and whispered a few words to the butler before retreating. The butler raised his head and said, "I just received the news that Lord Alan has returned. Besides, he is in Trisen Town right now and wants to see you? Sir, if you don't want to go, I can take the place of him."

"No, I'll go." Ante shook his head.

A moment later, a carriage left Unicorn Castle. Ante put on casual clothes and brought the butler and Baron along. In order to not be too flashy, the three of them all dressed as ordinary people. The butler didn't need to change his clothes, but Baron took off his armor, put on a suit of strength, and wore his usual sword. He was like an ordinary adventurer. The carriage stopped outside Trisen Town, and the three of them entered the town.

Back then, the old butler had died tragically at the elk bar in this small town. Afterwards, Ante scraped the small town three feet away and could not find the murderer. In the end, he could only let it go. The meeting place for Alan this time was still the bar. After the tragedy, the owner of the bar should not put it out. Now that the bar had a new owner, it had been renovated and expanded, and business was good.

When the three of them arrived at the elk bar, the bar had just opened, but there were pitifully few guests. Apart from a drunkard who stayed up all night at the bar last night, there were only two men sitting at the bar counter. One of the black-haired men was chatting with the beautiful young bartender. As they walked in, another hooded man turned around and smiled brightly when he saw Ont.

In a quiet room, Ante looked at the man who had disappeared for half a year. He was still like that, but there were some minor changes. For example, his gaze became even more profound. Also, the heavy saber he used before had been replaced with a seemingly ordinary long saber. However, the long saber was casually placed on the table, which made Ante not dare to approach it easily.

It was purely an instinct.

Alan smiled and placed Red King beside him. "You haven't lit the fire yet, but you feel the threat of Red King. It seems like you're the kind of person who has an innate instinct, Ante. Use that instinct well. Even if you can't use it in combat, you'll still have a powerful advantage over others in dealing with people."

Ante was finally willing to sit down, but subconsciously moved away from Red King. He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar man in front of him and said, "Is there anything Lord Alan wants from me?"

"By the way, I just wanted to see you and see if you're still thinking about revenge?" Alan smiled and said, "I heard from Edward that you and Lance worked together once. Fortunately, you stopped on the precipice and didn't make a single mistake."

Ante's eyelids twitched.