บท 305: Forbidden Spell

"Ashton, Ashton, Ashton…"

Hilda frantically kept on calling her beau in the hopes that he would respond. But her arrows had finally sealed the deal for him. The spearman was dead even before his body hit the ground.

'This is my chance.'

The butcher narrowed his eyes at Hilda, who was emotionally unstable. This was a huge opportunity for him to take her out while she had been immersed in her grief.

The butcher was about to run in Hilda's direction but soon felt something ominous wash over his body. It was the mana sense of the Adept ranker that was used as a deterrent.

Gerish also eyed the butcher and released his mana sense while he retrieved his flail from his storage. The message was clear– stay where the fuck you are.

Jerry didn't show any emotions. But the old man seemed furious.

It never occurred to him that one of his subordinates would die on a mission where the risk was minimal. Plus, the guy had died such a pathetic death– set up to be killed by friendly fire.