Chapter 291


    "E? What would she be doing here?" Marak''s expression darkened.


    "Who is she? You know her?" the youth asked Marak.


    "The granddaughter of the Bloodlore Commander, E!" Marak knew her well. Many years ago,


    E had been ced on Lord Viperbane''s high-priority watchlist. This woman was a veritable


    serpentess with a heart and talent that could match, if not surpass, the Bloodlore Commander,


    Jarad. Jarad even proimed he would mobilize the entire Organization''s resources to cultivate


    E. Many called her the Enchantress of the Nortnds!


    "Blood Elf, E?" The Citadel Protégés grew more interested, deeming their detour to Stormcast


    worthwhile, as the championship''s top five members appeared all at once, and they were the most


    controversial and dangerous of the lot.


    E''s smile brimmed, but her tone was unfriendly. "What brings you Citadel Protégés to the


    Nortnds? This is a savagend filled with barbarous folk. Aren''t you afraid you might not return?"


    "Lady E, don''t think just because you are a woman, we would hesitate to confront you," a frosty


    young maiden scoffed, displeased with E''s arrogance.


    "I''m standing right here,e and try," E, as the granddaughter of the Bloodlore Commander,


    feared nothing in these Nortnds. What about the Blessed Citadel? If they killed her, none of them


    will live to return to Minds!


    "How insolent!" the young maiden fumed. Even Lord Viperbane wouldn''t dare to be so brazen


    before them. From where did she draw her courage?


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    "What will you do about it?" E snickered.


    The Mallister family''s guards behind her took a sharp breath, thinking, “Please, take it easy, they''re


    from the Blessed Citadel of the Capital.”


    "Where is Commander Jarad?" Three white-haired elders intervened to stop the Protégés''


    provocation, their presence sweeping through the city with the force of a tidal wave. The


    Commanders of the Order of the Ster Precepts, Bloodlore, and Guild of the Earthbound Spirits


    were among the Eight Orders'' strongest Commanders, renowned throughout the Royal Realm.


    Among them, the Bloodlore Commander, Jarad, was known to be the most sinister and dangerous.


    If Stormcast had him present today, they would indeed need to be extra cautious.


    "My grandfather has gone to the Cloudveil Woods on business."


    "When will he return?"


    "Who knows? He''s been gone for ten days. He might return today, or perhaps tomorrow or the day


    after." E winked at the three elders and giggled. The implication was clear, her grandfather might


    return at any moment, so don''t be too bold, or he will punish you.


    "Blessed Citadel, Haldis! I wish to challenge Lady E," the frosty young maiden could no longer


    contain her disdain for E''s mboyance.


    "Why don''t you try your hand against my little beau first? Beat him, and I shall entertain you myself."


    "Little beau?" The Citadel Protégés all turned to look at vin.


    vin was speechless. Was she telling a joke even in this situation?


    Marak frowned. How did those two get entangled? This was not good news! vin bore the title of


    Cobalt Strike Golden Protégé, and if he became the grandson-inw of the Bloodlore Commander,


    who would dare to provoke him?


    vin smiled and said, "You must be weary from your travels. Why not rest at the city''s residence


    first?"


    "I think not, Lord vin. Find us a ce to warm up."


    "The city is in ruins. There''s no proper arena. If you don''t mind, there is an old beast-fighting pit in


    town. It''s a bit crude, but at least there''s a ce where we can spar and others can watch."


    A beast-fighting pit? The Citadel Protégés nced at each other and relented. "Lead the way!"


    "You seem to have forgotten something," vin said cheerfully, eyeing them.


    "What''s that?"


    "I''ve staked the name of Shadowlord''s Messenger. What will you wager?"


    "We stake the name of the Blessed Citadel. If you win, the Blessed Citadel will publicly dere you


    to the Royal Realm, acknowledging the ranking of the Nortndschampionship."


    "Do you speak for the Blessed Citadel?" vin challenged on the spot, unabashed.


    Silence fell among them. They had intended to bluff vin, but the young man was too shrewd.


    Could they speak for the Blessed Citadel? Not even the Elders of the Citadel would dare.


    "Had youe here purposely to stir up trouble?" E joined vin, standing together against the


    Citadel Protégés.


    They watched the pair''s ''intimate'' disy with a slightly more serious expression. vin


    represented Cobalt Strike, and E represented Bloodlore. Were the two families to be united


    through marriage? A Shadowlord''s Messenger and a Blood Elf together, with two Organizations


    backing them, would be troubling news for Minds.


    The white-haired elder dered, "If you can defeat my Blessed Citadel Protégé, I''ll give you a


    Blessed Citadel sigil. Should you have the opportunity to visit the Royal Realm in the future, the


    seal will spare you much trouble."


    "What''s a Blessed Citadel sigil?" vin asked E.


    E pondered for a moment, then extended her hand to the white-haired elder. "Two! One for me,


    one for vin."