"That Williams, the Grand Master Stage Cultivator, I will devour him and be done with it," Azriel announced as his blood-red eyes shined with determination.
"What!? Are you crazy!? He is a Grand Master Stage Cultivator! Not to mention he has 20 Master Stage and 30 Advance Stage Cultivators around him!
How are you going to him!?" Ithania questioned in shock.
Azriel then glanced at Ithania and shook his head, "C'mon, don't act like I don't know how much you are dying to go there and meet him. You want to know the details of why those two Viscounts are fighting, don't you?"
"That still doesn't mean I'll go and risk my life for it…" Ithania mumbled.
"Don't worry, we aren't risking our life in any way," Azriel muttered.
"Do you have a plan?"
"Huh? Why would I have a plan? You are the bookworm, think of a great plan yourself; I'll go and recover my Mana."
"…"
Ithania stayed silent as she glanced at Nux in shock.
This man was really…
Carefree.
"Don't worry, with your brains and my brawns, everything will be easy peasy, now start thinking." Azriel waved his hand, trying to shoo her away.
"Haaahh…" Ithania sighed as she shook her head.
What a hopeless being.
However, a small smile then appeared on her face as she nodded.
"Alright, Brute. I'll think of something."
The two of them then changed their positions, then took out the chairs and sat down. Azriel recovered his Mana, while Ithania thought of a way to deal with Grand Master Stage Cultivator.
…
"Sir Nash!" A soldier saluted as 'Nash' passed through Lockwood village gate.
Nash looked around and noticed how that there weren't any major changes in the village other than soldiers roaming around with swords in their hands.
He then turned around and glanced at the centre of the Village, the Village Head's house, or, the Base of Operations and walked towards it.
The soldiers who were walking around looked at him; some saluted some just nodded at him. However, nobody stopped him.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
He knocked on the door.
"Enter." A voice came from inside the house.
Nash opened the door and entered, there he saw a brawny tanned man sitting on a chair with his hands beside his head and legs on the table.
He looked very relaxed and didn't seem too bothered about Nash standing in front of him. He was William, the Grand Master Stage Cultivator.
"…"
"One of your subordinates used a call tablet, what happened?" William questioned.
"That idiot used the wrong one; he wanted to call us but ended up using the main one," Nash answered.
"You know how grave of a mistake that is right?" William's eyes turned cold and he looked at Nash menacingly.
"I have punished him accordingly." He didn't seem too bothered about the way William was looking at him.
William frowned, he then moved his legs from the table and sat normally.
He was getting a little serious now.
"Why can't I see your cultivation?" He questioned as he narrowed his eyes, trying to see through Nash who seemed a little different than normal.
Although he and Nash weren't really close, Nash was still his subordinate, so he could feel that he was acting a little differently.
Normally, Nash would always try to suck up to him and praise him, an attitude Azriel and Ithania could have never imagined when they saw how Nash treated his subordinates.
Therefore, Azriel failed to act on that part.
Hmm? What? Wasn't that clear from the start?
Well, for the slow folks, I reveal it,
'Nash' was Azriel all along.
Azriel was disguised as Nash with the help of his [Shape Shift], however, this wasn't working really well, since William had already started doubting him.
"I found something when I was in the forest, it helps me hide my cultivation." 'Nash' answered.
A smile appeared on William's face as he realized why Nash was acting like that.
'Heh. He doesn't want to share the treasure huh…'
However, soon, he shook his head and frowned,
'Then why would he use it in front of me?'
William then glanced at Nash and smiled cruelly,
"You are going to share this treasure with me, right?"
Normally, Nash would have trembled a little if he saw that smile.
However, this 'Nash' didn't care, he just stood there, looking at William as if he was food.
Wait, food?
"We will talk about that later, I have a more important issue to report," Nash answered and William frowned again.
Nash was really different from before.
Not only is he able to stay calm and composed in front of him, but there is also an unknown Aura surrounding him as well.
William couldn't point out what that is, however for some reason, he felt a little suppressed when he stood in front of Nash.
"What is it?" William questioned.
"A Grand Master Stage Cultivator came up to me, asking if we are Viscount Heath's men. Since I was a little scared, I answered him honestly and told him the truth. He then told me that he has some enmity with Viscount Alger and wanted to help us in going against him." Nash reported everything with an expressionless face.
However, this time, it seems that it wasn't working.
"…You were scared…? Then why are you telling me this as if it was something normal? Shouldn't you be ashamed?
Also, a Grand Master Stage Cultivator randomly came up to you and told you about his enmity with Viscount Alger? Doesn't this whole thing scream that it's some sort of scheme?" William questioned with a bewildered look on his face.
And people call him Muscle Head!?
Isn't this man in front of him more brain dead than him!?
"Fear is a natural reaction. It is normal for me to fear someone stronger than me.
As for that man being suspicious, I thought the same thing as well but how am I supposed to deal with a Grand Master Stage Cultivator, therefore, I came to you." Nash answered.
A solemn look appeared on William's face as he questioned.
"Are you sure he is a Grand Master Stage Cultivator?"
"Yes, I am sure it. He is a Grand Master Stage Cultivator."
"A Grand Master Stage Cultivator wants to help us huh… Heh. If that was true, we would have a huge advantage if the war started, however, he can also be a spy sent by Viscount Alger to try and infiltrate our base to deal major damage to us. It is risky…" William muttered to himself.
"Who says that we have to let him enter our base?" Suddenly, Nash muttered.
"What do you mean?" William narrowed his eyes as he glanced at Nash.
Then, a cold smile appeared on Nash's face as he suggested.
"We won't let him enter the base, he wants to attack Viscount Alger right? Then attacking his men would be the same thing. We can ask him to attack 2-3 groups of Viscount Alger's men.
This way, we will know if he is a spy or not.
If he is, he would hesitate to kill them and if he is not, then things will be simpler and we will allow him to enter our base."
William raised his eyebrow in surprise as he looked at Nash, "What if he is a spy but kills his own men for the greater good?"
"We will only trust him once he kills more men than he could possibly kill if he enters our base.
This way, even if he is a spy, the damage he did to Viscount Alger will be more than the damage he did to us. We are winning either way."
William nodded in satisfaction when he heard him.
"I didn't know you were such a planner, Nash."
"Well, now you know," Nash answered and again, William was taken aback by his response.
Your boss praised you; shouldn't you bow and thank me?
However, there were more important matters than disciplining his subordinates, therefore, William ignored this and continued,
"Call him here then."
"He won't, he says he will only help us under one condition."
"What conditions?"
"He says he will only help if he knows the details of the situation. He needs to know who is in the right and who is in the wrong. He says that he wouldn't fight for injustice no matter what."
"…" William stayed silent.
"…" Nash waited for his answer.
"That's a weird condition… he just wants to details…? But why would a spy want details? Shouldn't he know them already?"
"That is another reason why I believe that he is not a spy," Nash muttered and William nodded.
"Hmmm, what if he is trying to get close to me? What if he attacks me while we are discussing the details?" William questioned.
"Although I can defeat him easily, it would be problematic if he sneak attacks."
Suddenly, a small smile appeared on Nash's face and he suggested.
"How about you share all the details with me?"
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