Chapter 1794


    Matthew kept his eyes closed, but the deadly blow he waited for never came.


    On the contrary, he felt a slight gust of cold air whoosh by in front of him, like an ice cube had just


    narrowly brushed past his nose.


    Following that was the sound of Jasper''s angry roaring. "Who are you? How dare you stop me!"


    Matthew opened his eyes at once, only to see a woman dressed in green standing before him. A green


    veil obscured half her face, and a wooden sheath was slung over her back. She was holding a long


    sword that gleamed maliciously in the dim lighting, and she had her back turned to him as she fixed her


    gaze on Jasper.


    Shock colored Matthew''s face as he finally recognized her. This woman was none other than Freya


    from Centourial. His eyes were the size of saucers as a million questions filled his head. Not even in his


    wildest dreams did he expect Freya to be the one toe to his rescue. What''s going on? What is she


    doing here? More importantly, why does she save me? This isn''t like her!


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    Amid the confusion, Gregory gasped and eximed, "Mr. Damron, she''s Freya, from Centourial! She''s


    Raven''s sister!"


    Jasper froze. "Freya Green?! She''s Heath''s disciple?"


    Gregory nodded. "The very one!"


    Jasper eyed Freya like a piece of meat and pointed out, "Excellent figure, though I do wonder if her


    face is quite as pretty. Come on, youngdy, take off that veil and let''s see how you look!"


    Freya did not respond to Jasper and instead brandished her sword with the tip menacingly pointed at


    him.


    He frowned. "A simple ''no'' would suffice. Don''t you know it''s rude to point your sword at others? Well, it


    doesn''t matter. Let''s get back to the situation at hand. I have nothing personal against you, Freya, so


    what''s your business here? Are you actually going to butt into the Damron Family'' affairs?"


    Freya''s eyes were clear as she said coolly, "I don''t care about the Damron Family. I''m here to kill


    Gregory and Lord Voodoo. I''ll kill anyone who gets in my way!"


    Jasper blinked, then burst intoughter. "Oh, so you have a score to settle with them! What does that


    have to do with me? How does stopping me be vital to your revenge?"


    She red at him. "Because you''re on their side, which automatically makes you my enemy!"


    Jasper was entirely baffled by this corrtion. He scratched his head and argued, "I''m not really on


    their side. They just happen to be part of my endeavor, that''s all. Besides, you don''t look like you''ve


    deal?"


    "You were standing up for them, weren''t you? You deserve to die just as much as they do! I''ll kill you


    first before I kill them!" Freya exined gravely.


    "You didn''t even try to attack them, so how would you know I''d stand up for them?" Jasper raised an


    eyebrow. "You could at least try to kick their butts and see if I''d stop you. That way, you''d know for sure


    if I was on their side."


    Freya gritted her teeth. "I don''t need to try anything. I know you''re on their side, which means you have


    to die!"


    Before he finished speaking, Freya darted out with her sword. "How dare you speak ill of my master?


    Die!" she barked.


    Jasper dared not strike back when he saw the sword de slicing down at him. He could only stagger


    back a few steps.


    However, Freya did not show any sign of pulling back. Each stroke of her sword was fast and vicious,


    nearly drawing blood a few times. Read at NovelDrama.Org


    Freya and Jasper were neck-to-neck in terms of strength, and they moved so quickly that it was hard to


    tell who was getting ahead.