In a remote corner of the city Eyrin, a luxury car roamed the streets of the suburbs at a very slow speed, as if looking for something.
"Young master, let's get out of here. In all my years, both as Blessed and as your personal guard, I have never felt so uncomfortable in a situation like this," said an old man who was driving the luxury car.
In the back seat of the car there was a young man with an animated expression as he looked out the window. "Bernard, you are a peak Blessed Rank C. Even though your age is starting to show, your strength is still around. Ordinary Blessed Rank D can't even think of doing anything to hurt you."
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[Chapter edited by: Azurtha]