Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

Regressor of the Fallen Family Chapter 134

The first sign of trouble occurred when a porter, passing behind Hammer, suddenly staggered and spilled a heap of straw in Hammers direction.

Eek!

In a flash, Hammers alarmed shout, a bright flash, and Ronians fist entangled. The porter, who had attempted to stab Hammer with a dagger hidden in the straw, fell lifeless, the light fading from his eyes.

Ugh, spit. Whats this? Look where youre going huh?

Young man seems to have overexerted himself. We should take him to an inn.

Ronian, significantly younger than the fallen porter, grabbed the unconscious man by the nape and hoisted him up. Confused, Hammer tilted his head, feeling uneasy.

The young lord is so

Such a noble act

He will surely be blessed.

The locals watched in admiration, a dramatic change from the first day when Ronians identity as the second prince was revealed, and everyone had prostrated, bringing the market to a standstill. Meanwhile, Ronian, amidst the murmurs, subtly sensed the foes watching him and faintly smiled. When they saw their comrade subdued, they immediately ceased their movements.

They seem flustered.

An ambush by a knight-level or higher force user, capable of easily toppling even superior foes, would have been a shock to them.

But they cant just stand still.

Having captured one, Ronian knew the others would likely continue their assault. He walked leisurely, carrying his prisoner, prompting the hidden presences to start moving again.

Young lord. That man earlier felt a bit off

Youre imagining things.

As Hammer expressed his confusion, Ronian, ignoring his friends dull or perhaps sensitive intuition, focused on the movements of those hiding their force.

How dare they plot in our territory. They wont get away with this.

Even if the others retreated, Ronian could identify their origin from the one he captured. But capturing more was always better.

If they move so openly

As he thought this, a new commotion started in the market.

Hey, what are you doing?

Watch where youre going!

The newly arrived assailants were bolder than the first. A giant, a head taller than Ronian, strode forward and blocked the view between Ronian and Hammer. Simultaneously, a street vendor attacking Hammer with a skewer twisted it towards his neck. At that moment, a streak of twilight light flashed from Ronians hand, piercing the giants back, skewering the attacking skewer, and even penetrating the disguised assassins right shoulder.

Ronians recently mastered Iron Splitting Strike caused chaos in the market.

No ones dead yet.

Ronian grimaced at the dispersing crowd and struck the back of the giants neck, who was stunned by the impact.

As the giant collapsed, an assassin, gritting his teeth, drew a dagger and charged at Hammer. Ronian rushed in, knocked the knife away, and struck the assassins jaw with his palm, rendering him unconscious. At that moment, two force users wielding glowing red daggers attacked simultaneously, targeting Hammer.

Intermediate level!

Ronian sensed their murderous intent, blatantly exposed. Hammers face paled as he staggered back.

Unable to risk capturing two enemies of equal strength alive, Ronian shouted, Taa!

From his waist, the sword Mane emitted four layers of orange force waves.

Although Ronian tried to control the shockwave to avoid harming Hammer, the perfect control of the Sword Art Vision was beyond him. Ignoring the fainting Hammer, he focused on the more immediate threats.

White-robed merchant! Grey staff! Chase them!

Ronian shouted to the surrounding McLaine knights, but a distant explosion changed his expression.

The workshop!? Damn it!

He picked up the unconscious Hammer and ran towards the explosion.

By the time Ronian and the knights arrived at the workshop, it was all over.

Im sorry. Eir, Namor, Tevrn have been kidnapped. We defended the material storage, but a high-grade force user intervened

Thompson, a intermediate-grade knight, coughed up blood, his face pale.

Its okay. We did what we could.

Exposed to a barrage of crossbow bolts without armor, the perpetrator wont escape unscathed.

Right.

As Ronian remained stern, Thompson hesitated to mention recognizing the attackers face. It wasnt certain.

In Thompsons stead, a subordinate stepped forward.

Defending the Libertatios material storage was young lord Logans order. Its not solely Knight Thompsons fault.

I know.

Ronians icy response silenced the gathered knights.

The problem is, despite our anticipation and defenses, we were still outmaneuvered. How do I explain this to my brother

Ronian murmured to himself, his rare display of anger creating more pressure than shouting.

Can the kidnapped dwarves make the items?

After a long silence, Tamer gasped in shock at Ronians question.

If you mean the repeating crossbows, possibly. But for Libertatio, they may have guessed some materials but not the mixing method.

Are you sure?

Sure, I am!

Tamer swallowed, seeing the faint madness in Ronians red eyes.

Ronian bit his lip, recalling his brothers words, and then gave orders to intensify the workshops defenses and focus security in the town, especially there.