The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1200

Wait... Wait a minute! What's going on here? Why has a quarrel suddenly started?

Neera was still reeling from the impact of Darcel's words. Her heart was inexplicably racing. Before she could even react, the situation had escalated into an absurdly tense one.

“C-Calm down.”

Although she was unsure why things had turned out that way, she realized she couldn't just stand by and do nothing. She quickly stepped in to mediate.

“Darcel, thank you for your kindness. However, the gentlemen sent by Mr. Cox have already done a great job. I'm truly grateful to all of you.”

Upon hearing that, Darcel's lips pursed into a straight line, and he didn't say anything more.

Upon seeing him close his mouth, members of the Cox family didn't express their dissatisfaction any further.

Just like that, the confrontation was smoldered as quickly as it began.

Only Caleb and Shane saw through what was really going on.

Caleb couldn't help but feel frustrated. Can't he tone down his hostility toward the Cox family?

Just as he was just about to say something to lighten the mood, Neera beat him to it.

“My health has improved significantly, and it's high time I learned something new. Finnley is right. I can't always rely on you all to rescue me in critical moments. Besides, I want to make myself useful to the team.”

Her resolute expression caused Darcel's eyes to darken a little as he sighed to himself.

No matter what she is faced with, she's always so determined...

After being interrupted by the others, Finnley completely forgot what he wanted to say.

He stroked his beard, nonchalantly grunting. Then, he said, “Alright, you should stay by my side during the journey. I'll teach you whenever I have the time.”

After said that, he turned around and leisurely walked away.

Tsk tsk, these young folks are such a mess!

In the afternoon, the group continued on their journey.

Neera stayed by Finnley's side, occasionally stopping to throw darts at the trees, practicing her aim.

Now that her shoulder injury had healed somewhat, her accuracy was much better than before.

Finnley seemed quite satisfied. “It seems you're gradually mastering the skills. With more practice, hitting the mark every time won't be a problem.”

Neera's heart leaped with joy. “Really? When can I start practicing the flying needle?”

Finley feigned a glare at her. It wasn't a fierce one. Instead, it was a little adorable.

“I only gave you a couple of compliments, and you start getting carried away. You can't even throw a dart properly, let alone a needle! You need to learn this step by step, do you understand? Do you think you can succeed in something at the first attempt?”

The cheeky Neera playfully stuck out her tongue.

“I was just a little impatient. It was just a casual question, I didn't expect to start practicing right now...”

In the midst of the conversation, she spotted a shallow tree hollow. Raising her arm, she prepared to throw another dart.

However, Finnley stopped her.

“Enough, enough. Let's call it a day. Haste makes waste, especially considering your shoulder injury has just started to heal. It won't be able to withstand rigorous training. If you overdo it and end up hurting yourself again, it will be a real hassle.”

Neera responded with a hum, obediently putting away the darts.

Seeing that, Shane walked over and handed her a bottle of water.

“Have a drink of water. You must be exhausted, right?”

Neera took it with a smile. “I'm not tired. I actually find it quite fun. I never even dreamed that I would learn this kind of skill...”

While the two were casually chatting. Darcel and Caleb were following at a comfortable distance.

“Not to criticize you, but you really gave me a scare. I thought you were about to start a fight with the Cox family.”

Whenever Caleb found an opportunity, he makes sarcastic remarks to Darcel.

Darcel replied coldly, “What makes you think they're even worthy of me hitting them?”

Caleb was filled with frustration. “Please, don't forget your current status. You are a subordinate of the Medicina family, not the high and mighty...”

At that point, he paused to glance around, skipping the mention of Darcel's title.

“You understand, right? Tone it down a little. Don't always have your eyes glued to Ms. Garcia. Otherwise, people might think you have ulterior motives.”

Darcel didn't care at all. “Why should what others think matter?”

Caleb was stunned.

Fine. Communicating with him is completely impossible.

Caleb sighed in resignation. Just as he was about to say something else, a commotion was suddenly heard from ahead.

It sounded as if a fight was going on, and it was pretty close to them.

“Everyone, halt!” Darcel, the first to react, ordered loudly.

Everyone was taken aback, then they halted in their tracks.

Neera was somewhat surprised, instinctively turning to look back with a peculiar expression.

That voice just now... why does it sound so much like Jean? Did I hear wrongly?

Sensing her gaze, Darcel lowered his eyes, subtly clearing his throat without a change in expression. When he spoke again, he resumed with a deep voice from suppressing his original one.

Shane didn't notice anything, as his attention was all focused ahead.

“Did something happen up ahead?”

Caleb nodded. “There must be another clash between two forces. We should try to avoid it and be careful not to get involved.”