Chapter 166: Chapter 161: Wave Chapter 166: Chapter 161: Wave “Your Excellency has quite a keen perception.”

Under the gaze of Mureya’s Radiant Golden Pupil, a middle-aged man slowly emerged from the bushes. Despite being in the wilderness, he maintained a calm and composed demeanor, just as if he were attending a grand banquet.

This blond-haired, blue-eyed man was decked in extravagant attire. He was tall with a clean-cut face, a neatly trimmed mustache, and well-kept hair without a hint of disarray. He carried an air of elegance and nobility.

In stark contrast was Raymond, an amateur adventurer sprawled at Mureya’s feet, clothes torn and body covered in mud and grass. Overweight, disheveled, and shirtless, they couldn’t be more different. Both middle-aged, yet they represented two extremes.

“It’s not that my perception is good, it’s that your concealment is terrible.” Mureya shook his head. This man’s method of concealing his energy was outright clumsy and against Mureya’s discerning perception, might as well have been a bonfire in the dark, impossible to disregard.

Mureya bluntly voiced the truth without mincing words, completely indifferent to the elegant air of superiority cultivated by the man due to his prolonged position of power. He had no regard whatsoever for his feelings, precisely because he had the power to back his attitude up.

“Er…” The middle-aged man choked on Mureya’s words. The smile on his face froze momentarily, but quickly reverted back to normal.

He was genuinely taken aback by the critique of his family’s secret technique of concealing their energy by this young man before him. As Mureya mentioned, he was discovered as soon as he hid in the bushes.

“Lord of the Manor!” At that moment, the young man Burton, who was almost fully recovered from Mureya’s magical treatment cried out in astonishment, recognizing the middle-aged man.

“Norton Kingdom, Second Rank Earl, The Lord of Joshua Territory, Glorious Swordsman, Andro Krasov.”

Hearing his pedigree called out, the middle-aged man slightly bowed with a hint of arrogance, introducing himself to Mureya – a long list of titles preceding his own name.

“Oh! So, your name is Andro.” As far as the lengthy title of the middle-aged man before him was concerned, Mureya did not pay it any heed. He had never heard of Norton Kingdom or Krasov.

Seeing Mureya’s unresponsive expression, Andro’s face fell slightly. This person who had created a huge pit in his territory didn’t react to his titles at all. It seemed like Mureya didn’t regard him seriously.

“May I know your name, sir?”

“Mureya!”

“…..” Earl Andro fell silent. No title, no last name, this was undoubtedly disrespectful to him.

But glancing at the pit, still crackling with electricity, Earl Andro prudently forced a warm smile onto his face. The existence that can create such a large-scale pit and remain unscathed. If this person looked down on him, he, apparently, could only endure.

“May I ask what brings you, Sir Mureya to my Klasev territory?” Earl Andro asked, maintaining a neutral tone, yet uncertain inside.

He was just in his castle, flirting with his newly purchased petite maid, when he sensed startling magic fluctuations from here. As a lord, how could he not inspect his territory when something happened?

So, Earl, who was about to venture out, had to grudgingly suppress his temper, hide his aura sneaking around to investigate what had occurred in his territory. However, hardly did he hide in the bushes and take a few peeks, he was discovered by Mureya.

As for why he had to hide his aura, it was, of course, to facilitate immediate escape faced with an irresistible danger!

“Nothing much, just a minor teleportation error that accidentally landed me in your domain,” Mureya responded flippantly.

“A teleportation error?” Andro’s smile froze on his face, looking a bit forced. Generally, a teleportation mishap meant death, even for a Gold-level Warrior who would be torn into shreds by the space-time turbulence.

Yet the person standing before him, who exactly was he? A teleportation mishap occurred, it wrought such a huge hole, yet he appeared unscathed. What strength did this youth calling himself Muria possess?

“Hmm!” Muria studied the seemingly noble assassin standing before him and a question popped into his mind, “Are you the strongest in your territory?”

“This…” Taken aback by Muria’s question, which was hard to decipher, Andro hesitated for a moment, then cautiously replied, “Officially, I am the strongest in the Klasev Territory. But, in reality, whether there are stronger than me, I do not know.”

“Hmm!” Muria nodded, undisturbed by the subtle warning in Andro’s words. What Andro was suggesting was that there might be secret powerful figures in his territory. How many of them? How strong? Uncertain.

Muria did believe what Andro said.

Firstly, the Human Race itself had a batch of strong figures disinterested in fame or fortune, they were either wandering the world or being reclusive after abandoning worldly desires.

Simply put, even in the poorest and most dilapidated mountain village, there was a possibility of encountering a reclusive legend. It sounded far-fetched, but it indeed happened.

Secondly, there were some powerful creatures that enjoyed wandering into human territories. The most typical were the Metallic Dragon Clan, the Golden Dragon and Silver Dragon are all dragons that loved transforming into human form and playing around in the cities of the Human Race. Of course, they were non-human creatures that held goodwill towards humans.

Of course, there were also some evil creatures, such as werewolves, vampires, and demon kins from the dark races who saw humans as food. Transformed into human form, they hid among humanity to hunt humans.

Therefore, even though Andro was the ruler of Klasev Territory, he dared not claim confidently that he was the strongest in this land. Who knew what powerful beings existed in his territory? Perhaps there was an elegant silver dragon.

“He’s so weak,” Muria murmured under his breath. The noble before him had only Gold Second Tier level powers, he could slap him to death even in his current human state.

This weak power, being the strongest on the surface in this territory, might actually be the strongest in actuality.

“I have another question for you.” Muria turned his gaze to Andro.

“Please ask.” Andro clearly heard Muria’s whisper just now, but that was the truth. So, he used respectful language in his speech. Muria’s strength was above him, it’s only natural to have respect for beings stronger than oneself.

“In your Norton Kingdom, how many legends are there?”

“…” Andro was astounded, he was completely taken aback by Muria’s question. Asking straight off how many legends were in his kingdom, he must be a big shot who likes to retain a youthful appearance.

Concurrently, he was certain about one thing, this young man was definitely not from their Norton Kingdom. The number of legends in a kingdom, after all, was publicly known. Consequently, he was likely from the other end of the continent, perhaps a different continent altogether.

“Stop daydreaming!” Muria viewed the middle-aged nobleman, who was lost in thought, with discontent.

“Ah.” Andro came back to his senses, bowed respectfully and said, “In reply to Lord Muria, there are five legends in our Norton Kingdom, specifically …”
“I don’t need to know that.” Muria waved his hand dismissively, stroking his chin in thought.

Five legends in a kingdom. In other words, provided he keeps a low profile without provoking those five legends, could he, Muria, wander all over the Norton Kingdom freely?

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