The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 994

"If it was the way of the heavens, then fine. However, if someone was behind it, then… he must be found!" The Soul Forger thought to himself as he lowered his gaze. The Savior should have belonged to him!

Irvine stopped the Soul Forger as the latter was about to leave. "Master, some of my cowardly soldiers complained about hearing the cries of your dead peers. Can you do anything about it?"

"Still restless even after death." The Soul Forger chuckled. "Take this amulet. Order them to place it on the southeast side. My fellow peers just don't know how to seize their opportunities."

Irvine immediately ordered his subordinates to take the amulet.

They were still afraid of the Soul Forger. Irvine never forgot why his peers had let their guard down. All of these were due to the Soul Forger's betrayal. These thoughts never left his mind.

That night, the Soul Forger came over on his own. Like how Irvine imagined Cascadian mediums, he looked gloomy and unsettling.

However, the Soul Forger made a tempting proposal. He claimed that he could conquer the stronghold without needing a single soldier.

Previously, they had tried attacking for five consecutive days but yielded no results. At times like these, someone offered them a lifeline.

Irvine was willing to let his soldiers take the risk even if it was a trap. Unexpectedly, the outcome was unbelievable!

Before his death, one of the Soul Forger's peers was still tugging on his sleeve, asking for an explanation.

The Soul Forger remembered his own demeanor at that time—icy and intimidating. "Detaching oneself from their seven deadly sins is crucial for ascension. Do you think I'm one of you all, just mere commoners practicing cultivation?

"I'm asking just once more. Where is Julian? Hand him over and I'll spare you."

Seeing him refusing to answer, the Soul Forger struck the top of his head, killing him instantly.

Irvine knew that the Soul Forger who initiated the collaboration was as vicious as a snake. Yet, it didn't matter as long as it benefited the Foplyan troops.

"Master, it's a Celestial Dragon," the crow cawed. "Has it acknowledged its master? Was the master Miss Wynter?" It secretly gave a sidelong glance toward Dalton as it spoke.

"But usually, if a pact is formed, it is prohibited to acknowledge another master. Master, was it you that…" The crow's voice trailed off.

"This time, the acknowledgment comes with the country's fortune." Dalton's words interrupted the crow's doubts.

He had very subtle emotions. When he opened his eyes, his gaze brought an innate sense of oppressiveness.

He was warning the crow to keep its words to itself. However, there was an explanation for his actions—Dalton had always been a man of his word.

The crow almost rolled its eyes. It thought that its master could give his fiancée a Savior in a more direct manner.