His blazing eyes fell on Lu Qingxue, then shifted to Olsder, a flush rising to his face.
"You actually hurt such a beautiful Miss... I, Miller Alfred, will fight you... to the death today."
"You're noisy. I'll twist your neck off first."
Olsder strode toward Miller with a savage grin.
Lu Qingxue ignored Miller and showed no fear toward the burly figure before her.
She merely raised her longsword calmly once more.
There had never been any retreat from battle on her path of swordsmanship.
Olsder's footsteps began to quicken, instantly dragging out an afterimage as he gathered strength in both arms at his sides.
He was confident that his next move would smash his opponent into pulp.
Lu Qingxue stepped forward and lunged at him.
The three were about to collide...
"Ah!"
A shrill scream suddenly rang out in the distance.
The voice sounded somewhat familiar, and a faint ripple passed through Lu Qingxue's eyes.
Miller had no time to distinguish it.
Yet Olsder reacted the most fiercely. He spun around and knocked aside Lu Qingxue's blade with one punch.
He lowered his body, then leaped upward with explosive force, looking toward the source of the scream.
No one knew that voice better than he did!
That was clearly...
Dark Thistle—Lorenzo!
Mr. Lorenzo's scream...
At that thought, Olsder's eyes turned bloodshot.
He had emerged from the Dark Arena, stepped into civilized society bit by bit, and attained such an eminent position entirely because of Lorenzo.
He still was not qualified to speak with the Iris Flower Family!
Thus, Lorenzo was his greatest hope of continually surpassing his own worth.
He believed that one day, he would finally be able to formally enter the Iris Flower Family's estate.
Even if Mount Moxi White tilted, that estate remained a place countless