Chapter 1814


    "What do you mean by that?" the gardener huffed impatiently. "Did I not make myself clear? I told you


    to get out."


    He then added, "This is my orchard. There''s a sign outside that says outsiders aren''t allowed toe


    in. Didn''t you see it?"


    The other man''s expression turned icy. He gripped his dagger tightly as a murderous aura enveloped


    him.


    At the same time, Absalon struggled into a sitting position and called out to the gardener in a quivering


    voice, "Hey, man. Y-You should watch what you''re saying. Just run. This guy is a killer. If you don''t


    leave now, he''ll kill you!"


    The man sneered and gave the gardener a smug look. "You got that? Do you still want to chase me out


    now?"


    However, it was almost as if the gardener hadn''t heard what Absalon had said as he fumed, "Do you


    even understand what I''m saying? I told you time and time again. This is my orchard, and I want you to


    leave. Are we clear?"


    The man flew into a rage. He threw his dagger in one swift motion to silence the rowdy gardener.


    Absalon sighed. He didn''t have any strength and couldn''t think of a way to save the gardener.


    It was the gardener''s fault for being so stubborn. He brought cmity upon himself!


    The dagger flew straight at the gardener''s throat. It was about to pin him against the tree behind him.


    Though, not in a million chance had they expected the gardener to bend down and pick up a branch


    right as the dagger came soaring through the air.


    It all happened in the briefest moment, and the dagger brushed right past the gardener without leaving


    even the slightest scratch.


    The gardener acted as if he didn''t see the dagger at all. After picking the branch up, he grouched, "I


    knew I was right for not letting strangers in. Look! You guys broke the branches off my fruit tree."


    The man''s expression darkened once more. He thought that the gardener would''ve been dead by now.


    He didn''t expect to see the gardener avoiding it just like that.


    "How did a piece of trash like you get so lucky? Well, now that you''ve pissed me off, even luck can''t


    save you now!"


    The man roared and leaped toward the gardener. His right hand formed a w gesture as he reached


    for the gardener''s throat.


    "You''re dead meat!" the man bellowed. He was certain he could break the gardener''s neck once he got


    his hand on him.


    However, just as the man made his move, the gardener moved as well.


    With an off-handed flick of his hand, he easily shoved the man''s arm away.


    The man''s expression changed at once as he muttered darkly, "You''re a trained fighter! I never thought


    I''d misjudge someone the way I did today!"


    Absalon was stunned as well. He thought that the gardener was doomed. Who would''ve thought that a


    gardener could actually fight back?


    All of a sudden, a thought urred to him, and he quickly asked, "A-Are you Szar Whitford?"


    The gardener nced at him and asked coolly, "Who are you?"


    "Melvin Lennon sent me here to look for you," Absalon exined in a hurry. "He wants me to pass


    along a message."


    Absalon was shocked. How can he take that attitude with Melvin Lennon?


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    He took off his straw hat to reveal a pair of shocked eyes staring straight at Absalon.


    "A-Are you telling me the truth?"


    Then, the man beside them roared, "Have the two of you forgotten about me? I''m going to send you off


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    to hell!"