Chapitre 121: Sanguine

*Rustle. Rustle*

Adrian was running through the thick shrubbery of the forest. His jet black hair swayed while his refine coat fluttered in the wind.

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10 minutes earlier.

"I have a plan."

"I am listening." The old man said.

Adrian took the sword on his lap in his right hand and leaned forward. He softly grazed the the tip of the sword to the fortified carriage floor. It easily pierced in- akin to a heated knife entering a bar of soft butter.

The old man frowned.

Adrian cut off a perfect circle of a half meter radius and flicked the round cutout into the carriage, making sure it did not fall off and alert the chasers outside.

"Young sir!" The old man exclaimed, knowing exactly what the youth's plan was. The guardian began to move his lips without letting out any voice. 'You must not. I can't protect you that way.'