The Legendary Man novel Chapter 897

The Legendary Man Chapter 897-Paurius had perished. All the God Realm cultivators at Sanctuary feared for their own safety.

Those God Realm cultivators would be considered elites if they were situated in any other corner of the world.

However, at Sanctuary, they were a dime a dozen.

Losing two God Realm cultivators during a single mission would devastate any faction outside, but the loss barely left a scratch on Sanctuary.

Inside the cavern, the old man and others were on their feet. Only the teenager who returned with Paurius remained kneeling on the floor, never once lifting his head.

A young man fiddled with Paurius’ black arrow in his hand. With the gentle flick of a finger, the razor-sharp tip of the arrow crossed dozens of meters and halted before Paurius forehead.

Right when everyone thought God was about to kill Paurius, God curled the corner of his lips into a faint smile and uttered nonchalantly, “Forget it. Take this arrow and kill Jonathan.”

“Yes!”

The teenager raised his hands above his head, allowing the black arrow to descend onto his palm slowly.

The young man turned his attention to the elder beside him.

“Jokovich, lead a party and make a trip. Have the tsar cooperate with you. I can’t believe this Jonathan dared to harm members of Sanctuary. Find him. It’ll be great if he’s willing to join us. Otherwise, do away with him.”

“Yes!”

The elder and the others bowed their heads in agreement. When they looked up again, the young man had vanished.

Jokovich gazed at the teenager kneeling on the floor and pointed, “You, you, you, you, and you.”

He selected five people in total. The quintet bowed and awaited their orders.

“Follow me immediately. We’ll establish contact with the tsar and locate Jonathan at all costs.”

“Understood!”

…

Meanwhile, at Mortling Castle, Jonathan, Ksana, and Kite pushed the door open and entered Hell Bar.

It was late at night, the most lively time for the bar.

“Mr. Goldstein, I think Remdikians are weird.

They don’t earn much, don’t save money, or have any long-term plans. In fact, they’ll spend all their earnings on alcohol. This season, obituaries of people freezing to death filled the local newspaper daily,” Kite chirped to Jonathan while they walked inward.

Jonathan merely grinned in silence. Ksana, on the other hand, piped up, “Why should they save their money?”

“To buy a house, of course,” Kite replied without hesitation. Then, he fell into a momentary daze before flashing a sheepish smile. “Forget what I said.”

Kite had remained dormant in Remdik for the past few years.

As he didn’t receive any missions or instructions, he lived there assuming he was a real university student.

Over the years, he had traversed many of Remdik’s major cities and learned new things about the nation’s societal structure.

Aside from the minority of those holding authority and administrative powers, most Remdikians led simple lives.

They didn’t face any pressure at work or in life.

Perhaps that was the reason their society had stagnated for many years, causing the entire country to arrive at a peculiar juncture despite being known as the world’s strongest military nation.

According to the information received by Ksana, although the official reason for the upcoming war was because of a useless tomb of a general, it might, in fact, also serve to stimulate their economy.

The trio approached the bar, and Kite placed some Remdikian money on the countertop.

“Give me a bottle of rum and two bottles of vodka.”

Ksana placed her palm on the back of Kite’s hand and said, “Make it three bottles of vodka.”

“Rum is not as enjoyable as vodka. Unless you ordered the bottle of rum for yourself,” Ksana added cheerily while looking at Kite.