Chapter 162: He is really too good at pissing people off….
"The Noble House Aurellion."
"The Wise Kings of Arthurus."
"Gods of war and the battlefield."
"But are also some of the most shameless and infuriating people to deal with."
"Who just gets insulted and thanks someone for a compliment!"
Theodore Felond, CEO of Felonds Fashionable Goods.
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"Salazar, come in from the left. Lead him towards Griff on the right."
Oswan, a master of his craft, called out as he deftly manoeuvred one of the raider’s scouts to his end. The man was riding hard, trying to avoid pursuit to no avail.
Two arrows were already lodged in his back, leaving small crimson trails that soaked bits of his armour, revealing his injury. He gave out commands in a calm, almost nonchalant manner, his expertise in hunting scouts evident as he fired an arrow which lodged itself in the man’s ankle, a spear swiftly stabbing into the man’s body to finish him off.
That was the third scout their group had encountered since the lord had tasked them with eliminating as many of them as possible. They successfully made him disappear while the lord devised a plan to kill the raiders.
He had even worked closely with Archtorius at times while House Aurellion was still in Chavaria, learning from the Chavarian general and now grandmaster strategist how to scout and, more crucially, how to hunt and take out enemy scouts.