Fredrinn Firecrown: The Weakest Villain

Later that night, the carriage finally headed back to the estate.

"Ugh! I feel so exhausted!" Olivia exaggeratedly leaned against her seat as she wiped the non-existent sweat off her face.

Alice chuckled when she saw her acting like this.

Fredrinn merely smiled at her little antics.

"My lord, why did you ask us to buy that much wine? Are they all for yourself?" Olivia muttered with a pout.

Hearing this, Fredrinn shook his head. "Nah. Those wines are for the old librarian. He asked for them in exchange for the battle techniques I got from him."

"You mean the techniques we are learning right now?" Olivia didn't expect that it was for the old sir.

"That's right…"

"Eh?"

The return trip took much longer because of the dark road, but the group managed to return without any accidents.

"You guys can head back to your rooms to rest. Tomorrow, you will resume your training."

"Yes, my lord." The two ladies bowed and walked away.

Fredrinn didn't follow them inside. He headed to where the captives were locked up to check on their situation.

"Greetings, my lord!" Gunnar was standing guard outside the tent with Aurelius. They just completed a mission, but two didn't look fatigued at all.

"You two can go rest. Just ask someone from the elite team to guard this place." Fredrinn reminded them.

"Yes, my lord." The two bowed deeply before they left.

After they left, Fredrinn entered the tent.

Inside were six people tied in a special type of chain that prevented them from using their Qi.

One of them raised their head and looked at Fredrinn with a cold gaze. "Fredrinn Firecrown…" The man muttered with a hint of contempt in his voice.

"You know me?" Fredrinn smiled at the man.

[Foundation Establishment 10th Layer]

This man had the highest cultivation among the six captives so Fredrinn assumed that he was 'The Sender'.

"How could I not recognize the trash of the Firecrown Household?" The man sneered.

"That's true." Fredrinn chuckled. "You must be the guy they call 'The Sender'." He muttered as he grabbed a wooden chair for himself.

The man's eyes flashed for a moment upon hearing his words. He tried to hide his reaction, but Fredrinn quickly noticed this.

"There is no need to deny it. We already know a few things about the Morten Household's involvement with the Snake Gang." Fredrinn casually said, but his words made the man's face suddenly turn serious.

"If you know about my identity, then you should know that our Morten Household is under the protection of the Blackcrow Household. Detaining us like this won't do you any good."

"Oh? Are you suggesting that the Blackcrow Household is involved with the Snake Gang as well?" Fredrinn's eyes flashed with teasing light.

"Nonsense!" The man became agitated by his provocative remarks.

Fredrinn laughed when he saw this. "Don't worry. Someone special will soon come to talk to you regarding this. I suggest you cooperate with him. You see he is not the type of man who shows someone mercy."

For some reason, the man felt a sense of foreboding when Fredrinn uttered those words.

"Remember my words." Fredrinn stood up and left after saying this.

***

Hidden within the shadowy corners of the Morten Household's main mansion was a man dressed in all black. This person was Cain who had just come out of the meeting room where he had stolen some important documents.

Cain's task was the most difficult and dangerous since he had to gather direct evidence from the Morten Household's estate. The others from his group were only tasked to gather information outside the estate so they were relatively safe.

Cain was already on his way out after securing the evidence of the Morten Household's involvement with the Snake Gang.

Cain had his back planted against the wall, while his hand was resting on the hilt of his sword.

At this moment, two old men could be seen walking side by side along the corridor.

"It's already dark, but Brielle's group hasn't returned yet. Did something really happen to them?" One of the old men muttered.

"We can't say for sure just yet. Perhaps they might be delayed over something trivial. We'll get more information from our scouts tomorrow." The other old man responded.

"I hope that everything is fine. Once this matter is exposed to the public, our Household would have to bear the responsibility."

"You worry too much. We still have the Blackcrow Household to back us up if something goes awry."

Suddenly, one of the old men seemed to have sensed something. "Who goes there?!"

The other old man frowned and looked around the surroundings, his gaze soon stopped at the dark corner to their right. "Intruder!"

Cain who was hiding in the shadows calmly pulled a few concealed weapons and threw them at the two old men.

The old man who first sensed his presence grabbed a horsetail whisk and used it to block the small knives directed at them.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The force behind the attack made the old man take a step back. "Core Formation?!"

"What?! Guards! Where are the guards?!"

The old man with the horsetail whisk rushed towards the dark corner, but no one was there anymore. He looked around and he soon saw a shadow fleeing across the roof. "There! He is escaping!" He then jumped off and gave chase.

Soon, the entire household was alerted and the sound of alarms echoed in all directions.

A moment later, Dale Morten, the patriarch of the Morten Household rushed out of his chambers after he heard the commotion. "What's going on here?!"

A guard immediately came to his side and told him the news.

"What?! Just which bastard dared to sneak inside our territory?! Where is he?!" Dale was fuming with rage.

Dale's figure flashed before it disappeared as he joined the hunt.

From the distance, he saw a few people gathered atop the roof of a building. Seeing this, he frowned and jumped up to see the situation.

To his shock, he saw a headless body holding a horsetail whisk. He recognized the body immediately after seeing it.

One of the people in the crowd saw him and reported with a remorseful look.

"Patriarch…he killed Elder Jigs!"

Dale Morten's eyes became bloodshot. "Find him!" He muttered coldly.