Hesai Arrives

The sun rose, and the first rays of light touched the ground.

Crisp birdsong echoed all around, and the air was exceptionally fresh.

Abraham sat in a recliner in front of the wooden cabin, watching Jonathan, who wore only a thin undershirt, practicing his morning routine in the clearing ahead.

Suddenly, the thought of being unable to bear his departure rose in his heart.

"I retired from the organization due to my injuries and disability so I could properly look after Jonathan, but in the end..."

"Life is truly unpredictable."

These were merely fleeting thoughts; Abraham understood very well that with Jonathan's talent, as long as he did not fall prematurely, he would certainly become a powerhouse in the future.

He even had the potential to reach the Saint Realm in both the paths of a warrior and a mage.

"It is good to have a bright future. I am just a lowly seventh-rank warrior; even if I can still offer guidance now, how long can I keep it up?"

"A fledgling eagle must eventually spread its wings!"

Silently, Abraham made a decision. After breakfast, he said to Jonathan, "I am leaving for a day. Stay home and behave yourself."

Jonathan frowned upon hearing this. "Is there another mission? But didn't you already retire?"

"Rest assured, it is not a mission. In my current state, if I tried to be an assassin again, I would only be considered a hindrance!"

"Then you..."

"It is nothing, don't worry."

"Come back early!"

Jonathan could not stop him, but he still prayed silently in his heart.

Having spent several years together, there was naturally an emotional bond.

Although it was unrealistic for someone with memories of a past life to truly accept him as a father from the bottom of his heart, he still regarded him as an elder and a teacher.

Abraham headed toward Black Flame City to find his former superior, Blood Hand.

"Abraham, you have already retired from Saber. Do you not know the rules of the organization? If you expose my identity, both you and those related to you will be hunted down by the organization!"

"Captain, I know I shouldn't have come, but there is a matter I would like your help with. Please, for the sake of our past friendship, hear me out."

Blood Hand was silent for a moment. His relationship with Abraham was indeed deep; he had once saved his life during a mission.

They shared a bond forged in life-and-death situations.

"This is the only time. If you come to find me again, do not blame me for being heartless!"

"Understood."

"Make it brief."

Abraham said, "I want to recommend a genius to the organization and apply for someone to be sent to instruct him."

"Who?"

"My adopted son, Jonathan!"

In the afternoon, Jonathan felt relieved when he saw Abraham return.

Looking at Jonathan, Abraham thought silently to himself, "Jonathan, this is all I can do for you. If the organization knows you have such talent, they surely won't pass up the opportunity to recruit you."

"And they will certainly send someone capable of teaching you!"

"The power dynamics in Black Phoenix City are tangled and complex. With him here, he can at least shield you from the wind and rain for a time."

One month later, in the morning.

A middle-aged man appeared silently in front of the wooden cabin.

"Who are you?"

After Jonathan woke up and opened the door, he saw someone standing at the threshold with his back turned to him and immediately became vigilant.

The man turned around; he appeared to be in his thirties or forties, wearing loose robes with long black hair draped casually over his shoulders.

He grinned and asked instead of answering, "Are you Jonathan Bard?"

"Are you from the Saber organization? Did you come for my father? He has already retired from your organization, so why are you still looking for him!"

The middle-aged man in black robes sized Jonathan up and gave a wicked smile. "What do you think I am here for?"

A faint killing intent radiated from his body. The hairs on Jonathan's body stood on end, and he took a step back, feeling a great terror descending upon him.

Jonathan quickly shook off the influence of the killing intent, pulled a gleaming silver Dagger from somewhere on his person, and stared at him intently.

"What, you still want to strike at me?"

"If you are going to be our enemy, then you are my enemy. I never show mercy to enemies."

"Even if I cannot beat you, I will still tear a piece of flesh off you!"

"Heh, you're not very old, yet you are quite sensitive to killing intent. Your temperament is also good, and you are decisive enough. I like that."

"Speak, why exactly did you come here?"

Jonathan did not lower the Dagger in his hand.

At this moment, hearing the commotion, Abraham walked out and couldn't help but ask, "May I ask who you are, sir?"

"Hise!"

"Hise!!" the father and son exclaimed in unison.

Jonathan put away his Dagger, and after Abraham took one look at him, he immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands, and bowed, "Greetings, Old Instructor!"

Jonathan was incredibly surprised, sizing up Hise and noting that he was dressed exactly as the rumors described.

Hise looked at Jonathan and said, "The organization has already agreed to your request. It's just a missing arm, not a crippled battle qi; it would be a pity to retire."

"Come back. If I speak up, no one will disagree."

Abraham hesitated, and seeing this, Jonathan immediately said, "No need. My father is already old; he should enjoy some peace and comfort."

"A precocious little brat, making decisions for your father already."

Patting Jonathan on the head, Abraham smiled slightly and replied, "Old Instructor, please forgive my refusal. As Jonathan said, retreating at the peak of one's career to live out the rest of my life in peace is not a bad choice."

Hise didn't mind and smiled, "Then have it your way."

Abraham asked, "However, why did you come yourself, Old Instructor? Even if my son has talent, it shouldn't have disturbed a big shot like you."

"It was just a coincidence. I heard about this matter and rushed over. You've raised your son well; he will have a better future than you. The official instructor will head to Black Phoenix City and will contact him when the time comes."

Jonathan was a bit confused, "Father, what on earth are you two talking about?"

Hise smiled, "Your father has already sold you to the Saber organization. From now on, you are a member of Saber."

"Given your outstanding talent, your father requested that the organization send a powerhouse to instruct you, and the organization has agreed."

Jonathan was stunned. He looked at Abraham and said, "Lord Hise, my father would never sell me. As for joining the Saber organization, I have been trained by my father this way since I was young, so I don't mind."

"An interesting little fellow."

Jonathan rolled his eyes, seized the opportunity, and climbed up the ladder, "Then, Lord Hise, if you have nothing better to do, why not instruct me for a few days?"

"Jonathan, don't be rude! Do you know what kind of status the Old Instructor has!"

Hise raised a hand to stop Abraham from continuing, looked at Jonathan, and said, "If you want me to instruct you, first of all, I don't use magic. As for assassination techniques, you are still too young and not qualified."

"Wait until you reach a level 7 warrior before we talk."

"It's a deal then. A big shot like you wouldn't lie to a child, right?" Jonathan looked like he had succeeded, "A level 7 warrior won't take me long."

"Jonathan, how can you speak to the Old Instructor like that?"

"It's fine. Your child is very interesting. I will wait for that day to come."

"This trip was not in vain, hahaha~"

Suddenly, the two felt a blur before their eyes, and Hise had vanished without a trace, leaving no aura behind in the surroundings.

They had no idea how he had left.

Abraham sighed with emotion, "The Old Instructor's assassination and Breath Concealment Technique truly are the best in the entire Yulan Continent!"

"Saint Realm peak?"

"Within a few decades, I will definitely be able to reach it!"

Jonathan secretly swore to himself.

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