“You have become thinner and darker, and gained more scars,” Theresa Lindsay said as she stroked Aaron Linton’s face. The Aaron Linton of the past, who had served as a strategist for generations, had fair skin and was clean and neat, exuding the aura of books and learning. However, the current Aaron Linton was darkened, thinner, and had many more scars on his body. He had changed completely. Originally, Theresa Lindsay still harbored some resentment about what had happened before, but upon seeing Aaron Linton’s current state, her resentment instantly disappeared. She knew that Ghost Fox, a miracle, had led the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry to break through the siege, and later attacked from the east. She also knew one thing – Ghost Fox was originally a dying man who had been saved by the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry, thus appearing. She did not expect that this dying man turned out to be Aaron Linton. It turned out that he had left the city in remorse at that time, not expecting to survive.
“I…” Aaron Linton still wanted to say something, but at this moment, Theresa Lindsay pressed her red lips to his: “I forgive you.”
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In the city of Pitchland, in a street corner, a young man dressed in tattered, filthy clothes was crying and shouting, “Please, give me some money, give me some money.” He looked extremely pitiful. Finally, a kindhearted person gave him 100 dollars, making him extremely excited. He hurriedly tucked it into his arms and sneakily walked towards another alley, crawled into a dog hole, and went inside. There were also several beggars inside.
“Young master,” those people said when they saw this beggar.
Once inside this alley, this beggar straightened his back again, exuding an aura unlike that of ordinary people – after all, he was the second heir of the Harding family, Max Harding. He was originally in charge of this entire Pitchland, one of the eighteen cities, but when the spies he had planted next to other heirs conveyed that those heirs were dying one after another, he knew things were not good. Someone was assassinating them. Therefore, he resolutely decided to disguise himself as a beggar and blend in with the most inconspicuous beggars on the street in order to survive. And in fact, when most of these city heirs had died, he was the only one still alive – six heirs had died, and he alone survived. It had not been easy – a young master of a great family disguising himself as a beggar in order to survive, which showed how heartbreaking it was.
“What is the situation?” Max Harding asked the other people. These were all his subordinates, who had disguised themselves as beggars along with him.
“Young master, this is not good. The great battle is over, Kisia won a great victory, and our people found out… there is a 10, 000 strong Hero Troops led by Reese Daniels rushing towards Pitchland. It looks like they are coming to execute you, young master,” one beggar said with a wry smile.
“What!” Max Harding was shocked. “Is this Kisia Primus crazy? I’m such a small fry, is it necessary to send 10, 000 men to deal with me? Can’t they go kill the South Landers instead?”
In fact, he did not know this was on Dylan Harding’s request. To Robin, this Max Harding really was a small fry not worth sending 10, 000 men to kill. However, this time Dylan Harding had made great contributions, wiping out the spies of the Harding family in Mountland and South Land. If not for that, Mountland might not have been able to hold out for ten hours. Without enough time, the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry and the Northland Iron Cavalry might not have been able to get into position. If there was any deviation, the Dragon Lock Formation would not have been completed, and Walton Myers could have turned defeat into victory.
“Maybe this Robin really hates us,” the subordinate said with a wry smile.
“Young master, we can’t stay in Pitchland anymore. You should retreat quickly. So many people have died, these heirs – I’m afraid you’re the only one still alive. If you can successfully return to the family, everything in the family will be yours, young master.” Another subordinate quickly said.
That’s right. So many heirs had died. If he returned, wouldn’t he become the only heir? He might directly inherit everything – this was a good thing. As for not receiving any news from Dylan Harding, he must be dead. After all, Dylan Harding was responsible for Mountland, and the real great battle took place in Mountland. With such intensity, the Dylan Harding there definitely could not escape. So maybe he really had become the only heir. However, he did not get hot-headed and rush back immediately. Instead, he slowly calmed down: “No, I can’t just go back like this now. Who knows how many people are still investigating me in Pitchland. If I try to find a way back now, won’t I be playing right into their hands?”
He thought for a moment, and finally said, “Starting today, don’t contact me anymore. I’m going to disguise myself as a beggar in Pitchland, at least until this matter settles down before going out.”
“Young master, why not consider it again?” the subordinate asked.
“My mind is set.”
Max Harding turned and left. But in the moment he left, a dagger appeared in his hand, which he threw backwards, slicing across the necks of those people and splashing up a spray of blood. Then he went back and picked up the dagger.
“Why…” One of the subordinates could not understand why he wanted to kill them.
“Killing you completely eliminates anyone who knows I’m here disguised as a beggar. After all, this is a rare opportunity for me to inherit the Harding family, and I can’t miss it. As for you, I’m sorry, but relative to my power, you are nothing,” Max Harding smiled and left.
He did not clean up, because the deaths of several beggars would not cause much commotion – it happened frequently in this city. After leaving the dog hole, his aura instantly changed again. He looked pitiful, holding a broken bowl in his hand, his body still shaking constantly. He crawled step by step out of the alley and onto the street, crying out, “Brothers, sisters, please, give me some money…” He cried loudly, as if it were real, flawless.
So on the streets, pay attention to the beggars – you never know if those filthy beggars are actually young masters in disguise. But now, there was probably only this one – the Harding family really produced talent. Just take Max Harding for example. As a young master, he was willing to disguise himself as a beggar, endure all kinds of hardships, and even kill his own subordinates, all to achieve his goal. He could be said to be ruthless and patient – a very difficult opponent.
But he would probably never realize that three months later, when he returned to the Harding family, he would find the family was gone, wiped out by Robin. His position as family head was also gone. He had nothing left.