No Feast Lasts Forever!

Zachary Taylor was speechless upon hearing this. He hadn't noticed these details at all, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't have been able to accurately distinguish the differences. This made him wonder how these two naive youngsters knew these things, even more than him, a veteran general who had served in the military for many years.

With that in mind, Zachary Taylor directly voiced his doubts.

"Where did you all learn all this?"

At that moment, Victor, who was riding alongside him, suddenly spoke up, turned his head and grinned at Zachary Taylor, revealing two sharp fangs. This familiar smile made Zachary Taylor's heart skip a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment, Victor spoke.

"Of course, it was taught to us by our master. He said it's basic common sense for those traveling the world. In these chaotic times, with bandits roaming freely, you must be able to spot ambushes in advance to react calmly. Otherwise, you'll end up like some old man, sitting foolishly on your horse as a target after the enemy has already fired!"

Victor grinned as he spoke, revealing his long canine teeth once again.

Zachary Taylor found that smile incredibly irritating.

"You brat! You added that last sentence yourself, didn't you!"

Enraged, Zachary Taylor wanted nothing more than to beat Victor to a pulp, but recalling the deep claw marks on the tree trunk next to the corpse, Taylor chose to remain silent and refrain from violence.

However, these two little guys are really too vengeful. They said before that their master's experience and knowledge were not as good as theirs, and they still haven't forgotten it. They seized the opportunity to give them a strong counterattack.

Victor looked at the angry old Taylor with a smug smile, then turned to exchange a glance with James. Both of them had a hint of pleasure in their eyes. Little brat, you dare to provoke our master? We'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!

Poor Zachary Taylor, at his advanced age, had just escaped the bandits' attack, only to be berated by his two saviors, which caused him internal injuries and almost made him vomit blood.

Zachary Taylor was so angry with the two that he ignored them for a long time and rode his horse behind them alone.

Actually, Zachary Taylor wasn't really angry. His constant comparisons with Chen Mo were just part of a joke, teasing the two kids.

Despite his long-time military uniform and shabby clothes, which made him seem like he had no air of a general, he was far from the crude country bumpkin that many people imagined.

In the eyes of those who truly know him, he is a gentleman, a person with elegant Knight, kind and pleasant. He possesses a free and generous gentlemanly demeanor, does not compete with others, and disdains comparison.

The previous comparison with Chen Mo was partly a joke to relieve the boredom of the journey, and partly out of curiosity about Chen Mo, the mysterious "master" whom Victor and James greatly admired and respected, and a desire to learn more about him.

Now, through the two little ones, he has learned quite a bit about Chen Mo. But the more he learns, the more he feels that Chen Mo is unfathomable and completely unpredictable. What kind of person is this mysterious China man?

Furthermore, he was also astonished by the immense strength and incredible abilities displayed by Victor and James.

After the previous two years of fighting, Zachary Taylor originally thought that the two were incredibly powerful, but who would have thought that it was only the tip of the iceberg of their strength.

The incredible speed that blocked the bullet just before it hit him, the ability to be invulnerable to blades and bullets, the claws that can leave deep claw marks on tree trunks—just how strong are these two people? What's the story behind their amazing abilities? And how strong is the "Master" that Victor and James say is even more powerful than them?

Various questions lingered in Zachary Taylor's mind, but he didn't ask any more. Having spent so much time with the two of them, he knew their personalities well. They disdained lying; they would tell him directly what they could say, and they wouldn't answer him even if he asked what they couldn't say.

The two had been hiding their special abilities, but this time, because he was in danger, they disregarded their concealment and used all their strength to save him.

However, this at least shows that the two people still highly regard and care about him, and even risked exposure to save him, which made him feel very gratified.

He also understood that the two of them had kept it a secret, since such a magical ability would cause a lot of trouble if it were known to others.

The two had deliberately concealed themselves, but rumors of demons still circulated within the army. If this had happened in the Middle Ages, the two would probably have been arrested and burned at the stake by the Church as demons.

So Zachary Taylor wasn't upset about the two keeping it a secret; instead, he was determined to keep it a secret from everyone.

The three of them argued and bickered all the way to Zachary Taylor's house, a cotton plantation covering more than 3,000 acres in Kentucky.

Zachary Taylor was able to return home safely thanks to Victor and James, who accompanied him on his journey. They easily defeated several bandits they encountered along the way.

"Aren't you two going to stay here for a while?"

Zachary Taylor looked at Victor and James, who hadn't even dismounted and were about to continue their journey after dropping him off at home, and offered them words of advice with a helpless expression.

"We're still a long way from New York. You should rest for at least a few days before you set off."

However, his words clearly had no effect. Victor and James showed no sign of wavering and simply pulled on the reins, turning their horses around amidst a neighing sound. Victor, on horseback, grinned at Zachary Taylor, who was looking on with anticipation, revealing two fangs.

"No, old Taylor, all good things must come to an end. We'll meet again someday!"

After Victor finished speaking, he gave the reins a sharp jerk and urged his horse to Mercedes-Benz away into the distance.

James turned around, waved to Zachary Taylor, and rode off after him.

"All good things must come to an end?"

Zachary Taylor watched the two figures disappear into the distance, muttering those words to himself.

"You brat, where did you learn that phrase from?"

Zachary Taylor shouted at the top of his lungs towards their retreating figures.

The two riders ahead did not stop, but Victor's voice carried over from afar.

"That's what our master said!"

Zachary Taylor stood at the entrance of his plantation, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, a kind smile appearing on his lips.

"Those two brats!"