Chapter 309


    "Well done, Lord vin, you''ve got quite the skill in the kitchen!"


    "Mmm, the soup is thick and full of vor. A pinch of Elixir Herb would enhance it even more."


    "What did you season these wild greens with? They taste strange, and they''re making my body feel


    all warm."


    "Come now, let''s drink!"


    "Leave that rabbit leg for me."


    "Open wide, and have some meat. I''ll feed you."


    "Ha ha..."


    Theirughter and cheerful banter filled the air.


    E found it hard to believe that vin, a man known for his decisive and lethal prowess, could be


    such a whiz at the hearth.


    "Lord vin, what sort of man is the Cobalt Strike Commander?" Grima always harbored a distaste


    for Cobalt Strike. Though the Grand Elder was the main culprit and had destroyed the Mallister


    family, the indifference shown by the likes of the Cobalt Strike Commander had chilled many hearts.


    The Mallister family had been tasked with escorting tributes, and though they indeed deserved


    punishment for losing them, the family had served Cobalt Strike loyally for many years. They had


    labored hard, if not always sessfully. They didn''t deserve such a ruthless and heartless ughter


    or being suppressed for eight long years.


    "I haven''t had much interaction, so I''m not quite sure."


    "How many enemies do you have within Cobalt Strike?" E asked casually while savoring the


    delicious soup.


    "What are you talking about? I am a peaceful man and have no enemies." vin clinked his cup


    with Godfred''s and took a swig of the strong liquor, feeling the hot liquid warming his throat and


    belly,forting his whole body.


    "Do you even believe that yourself?" E rolled her eyes at him.


    "I never made enemies on purpose. I delivered goods faithfully and treated people kindly. If you


    don''t believe me, ask Carlys."


    Carlys covered her mouth with a mischievous giggle. "He is indeed faithful. It''s just others who tend


    to be less so."


    "It can''t be helped. There always seemed to be those who took ill to me," vin said, nodding


    toward the iron gate. "Look, herees trouble."


    They all set down their utensils and looked toward the iron gate as the sound of chaotic footsteps


    approached.


    "vin! You''re back and did not even bother to check on us?" Galos pushed open the iron gate and


    strode in with a swagger. Behind him followed a group of young Protégés. They entered the


    courtyard and fixed their gaze on vin, sizing him up. Though he was a familiar face, vin had


    changed, not just in status, but in strength too, and they found it hard to ept.


    That was the reason why Protégés from other organizations admired vin, while those from


    Cobalt Strike did not – they were unsettled!


    How could a once mere servant suddenly rise above them?


    "Galos, you''vee at the right time. Care for a bite?" vin signaled to Godfred and the others to


    stay calm. Galos wasn''t foolish enough to start a fight here.


    "No need."


    "Just being polite."


    Carlys snorted withughter.


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    "I''m here to deliver a challenge from Semar," Galos said; though he tried to appear calm, his eyes


    were cold. He would never forget the humiliation of having his arm disabled by vin''s punch in the


    Arena. Although his arm was saved by prompt treatment, and he had since advanced to Stage VIII,


    the shame of that day haunted him, and he dreamt of vengeance, of humiliating vin.


    However, he no longer had the chance to redeem himself. vin was now beyond his reach.


    "Has Semar made a breakthrough?"


    Galos lifted his head proudly. "Not only has Semar broken through, but Admus and Felis have also


    reached Advanced Mage Stage I."


    Carlys was surprised. She hadn''t heard such news upon leaving Cobalt Strike. Had they suddenly


    made a breakthrough thanks to some treasures from Antis?


    "If Semar truly wishes to challenge me, why didn''t shee herself?"


    "What, am I not worthy to request a challenge?"


    "Don''t get me wrong, Galos, I just find it odd."


    "Will you ept or not!"


    vin thought for a moment. "Forget it, I have more pressing matters. Some other time, I might


    seek Semar''s guidance."


    Semar was the Grand Elder''s favored Protégé, talented and strong, but still not quite a match for


    vin – he was confident in that, and he believed Semar knew it as well. If they both understood


    the gap in their strength, why did she request a challenge? Only the gods knew the trickery


    involved.


    "Your pressing matters are eating and drinking?" Galos scoffed, not expecting vin to t out


    refuse. Was it because Semar hadn''te in person? “Hmm, being a Golden Protégé really


    changes a person,” Galos thought.


    "Why do you care about our dining and drinking?" Eughed scornfully, not understanding the


    man''s arrogance.


    "Are you E, mydy? Would you be interested in sparring with us, the Cobalt Strike Protégés?


    It''s rare for you to visit, and we''d be honored to witness the prowess of a Blood Elf."


    "Just you?"