Sanita and Bred

"I know you're afraid I won't be able to accept it right away, but I'm actually very open-minded."

Jonathan patted him on the shoulder and said with a chuckle, "I won't necessarily be coming back often in the future, so having someone by your side is a good thing."

"However, it would be best to find out where she comes from."

"Women with her looks are rarely commoners. Most importantly, every move she makes exudes a noble temperament; that is something taught from childhood, ingrained in the bones, and very difficult to change."

Hearing Jonathan put it this way, Abraham nodded, "I did ask, but she didn't go into detail, so I didn't press the matter. I originally thought she was just staying here to recover from her injuries for a while."

"Forget it, even if there is trouble, you have me!"

Seeing Jonathan so confident, Abraham looked him over with curiosity, "I haven't seen you in years, your confidence has grown quite a bit. To what level has your strength increased?"

"It's alright, passable."

"This afternoon, let's have a proper spar, you and I."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Jonathan said, "By the way, take this bundle. It was originally meant to be your drinking money, but it seems it can be used for wedding expenses now."

"What wedding expenses? It's way too early to talk about that!"

Abraham took it and found it quite heavy. Upon opening it, he saw gleaming gold coins, numbering in the thousands.

"Where did you get so much money? Have you already started taking on assassination missions?"

"You could say that. I just finished my first job recently. It was fine, not too difficult."

"That's good. Saber is willing to send a level nine assassin to mentor you not just because they value your talent, but because they value your future worth. They don't do business at a loss, so you need to be careful."

Jonathan said, "You're becoming less and less like an assassin. If you were the person you used to be, you definitely wouldn't say things like that."

"An assassin? Forget it. This kind of life is actually quite nice."

Transitioning from the life of an assassin back to daily peace is certainly hard to adapt to at first, and it might bring nightmares, but once you get used to it and adapt, it's actually just like this.

This is the resilience of human beings.

"By the way, your Aunt Sanita's cooking might be a bit hard to swallow, so just bear with it."

"Heh, already being protective? And you say there's nothing going on. Have you done 'that' yet? When do you plan on having kids?"

Abraham's face turned pitch black, and he slammed the door on his way out.

At dinner, Jonathan took one bite, and his face darkened. Is this just "hard to swallow"?

It was either salty enough to kill or sweet enough to kill.

Does she not taste the food while she's cooking?

Where does this honey-sweet confidence come from?!

Jonathan immediately changed the subject, skipping the dining portion of the evening.

When asked about certain questions regarding Sanita, she was either hesitant or obviously making things up on the spot.

Jonathan was genuinely worried that she might bring some kind of danger to Abraham.

Therefore, he decided to have a private talk with her in a while to make her confess everything.

In the afternoon.

Jonathan and Abraham sparred.

They chose a patch of woods not far from Blackstone Town.

Jonathan demonstrated the assassination techniques he had learned over the years.

Whether it was in concealing his presence, assassination skills, or sensory perception, he had completely surpassed Abraham.

Before long, Abraham ended the spar himself, sighing, "In just six or seven years, you've already surpassed me. Lord Xue Yan is truly formidable; I'm afraid your assassination skills are now top-tier even within the Saber organization."

"Why don't you say that I have high talent and high comprehension?"

Just then, Bode ran into the woods in a hurry, shouting frantically, "It's bad, Abraham! A group of people has come to town with a portrait of Sanita, asking about her."

"What?!"

Abraham rushed back, while Jonathan followed at a leisurely pace, Perfect, let me see what your background is.

Not everyone in town was like Bode, knowing something was wrong and rushing to inform Abraham.

The group asked a few people and then found their way to Abraham's house.

By the time Abraham arrived, a young man in brocade robes was grabbing Sanita's hand, dragging her out of the house by force.

Seeing this, Abraham pulled out his Black Blade dagger from who knows where and lunged directly at the young man's chest.

However, a middle-aged man flashed by, and a massive broadsword blocked the young man, simultaneously parrying Abraham's dagger.

The other four or five men, wielding battle sabers or giant axes, all charged toward Abraham.

Abraham used the momentum to perform a backflip in the air, retreating far away until he was near Jonathan.

Aside from the young man, every one of them was radiating battle aura; the one blocking the middle-aged man was a late-stage level seven warrior, and the others were all level six.

"Judging by their attire, they should be guards from some noble house."

Jonathan blocked Abraham, "Father, don't be in such a hurry to act. Let's ask for clarification first."

He looked at Jonathan, and seeing the confidence in his eyes, he calmed down, realizing he had been too impulsive.

"Gentlemen, what is the meaning of breaking into my home to kidnap someone? Don't you think you owe us an explanation?" Jonathan stepped forward, smiling slightly.

The youth in the brocade robe said, "What is there to explain to you!"

"Bate, kill them, we are leaving to return to Black Phoenix City."

"Black Phoenix City? I am also from Black Phoenix City. Let me introduce myself first: I am a student at the Ulada Magic Academy."

"Ulada Magic Academy?" The youth in the brocade robe paused, then sneered, "So what? You're just a student, yet you dare to meddle in the affairs of my Bred Family."

"Bred?!"

Hearing this, Abraham suddenly exclaimed, "You are from the Bred Family?"

Jonathan felt puzzled, looked back at Abraham, and asked, "Father, do you know this family?"

Abraham remained silent.

At this moment, the youth in the brocade robe said, "To think that someone in this backwater place actually knows of my Bred Family; it seems you have seen a bit of the world."

"My Bred Family are marquises of the Bandas Kingdom with a thousand-year heritage. We have existed since the founding of the Bandas Kingdom and were founding contributors."

Jonathan didn't care about any of that and retorted coldly, "If you are founding contributors, why are you only marquises now? Could it be that you have fallen from grace?"

The youth in the brocade robe looked as if a scar had been exposed; his expression turned incredibly ugly, and he gritted his teeth, "It seems you really want to die. Everyone, attack!"

Bate sensed danger from Jonathan and remained standing in front of the youth in the brocade robe, while the others rushed forward.

"Those who aren't key figures are useless to keep."

He muttered to himself, lifted his foot to cast a Gravity Spell, and then applied an Anti-Gravity Spell to himself to offset the gravity on his own body.

If the range is controlled well, the anti-gravity won't cancel out the gravity spell, but will instead pull from above and below, making the restraint even more powerful.

The reason for this is that the Gravity Spell has a range, not just in area but also in height; beyond a certain height, one is completely unaffected by the gravity.

The crowd only felt a blur before their eyes as a streak of black lightning flashed past.

Silently, the people who had rushed forward collapsed to the ground one by one, their throats all torn open.

Abraham was shocked, "It seems he still held back quite a bit during our earlier spar."

"However, the Bred Family."

"What is meant to come will come eventually!"