Chapter 1175

Wolfclaw never expected to die at the hands of the man he thought was not even worth mentioning. None of the Rondoniers knew what hit them. After Wolfclaw died, Adrian clapped his hands and said, "Let's go." "Yes, sir.” Upon seeing the throwing stars as they left the building, Adrian was rather surprised to see someone so well-versed in such an old-fashioned technique. He said smilingly, "You're even better with your throwing stars than Mya is with her marksmanship. Who taught you how to use them?" Brett scratched his head and smiled. "My grandfather was a blacksmith, and he loved forging these sorts of weapons. I treated throwing stars as my toys since I had nothing better to do. Over time, I became adept at them and realized they were indispensable to my life." Adrian was surprised. Brett’s skills were on par with Mya and Gloria's sniping skills, and there were times when throwing stars was more practical in combat. Enemies would find it difficult to catch onto the throwers' location due to how silent they were, making it highly suitable for ranged combat. "Can I have a look?" Adrian asked. Brett took out a piece and handed it over. The throwing star had six blades and was around a hundred grams in weight. Adrian tried throwing it but quickly realized he could not control the trajectory accurately enough to hit his target. There were all kinds of people with amusing talents in the world. There were Nicholas and Lacey with their supreme medical skills and Brett's super assassination techniques. How many more such experts were hiding within the mountains of Novemton? Adrian then made a decision to find a few people with outstanding talents to join him on his Mount Shangspar investigation. He returned the throwing star to Brett and patted him on the shoulder. "You shouldn't let such skills go to waste. Who knows? You might be able to contribute to Novemton in the future. I'm sure there will come a time when your skills are needed." "Don't worry, sir. I'll be sure to respond whenever and wherever I'm needed!" Adrian smiled. "Well said. I'm sure you'd make a valuable asset to Wyvern Peak if you were one of our soldiers." "Thank you for your compliment, sir. It's just that I probably won’t be able to get used to being tied down to Wyvern Peak since I've grown fond of being a wanderer. But don't worry, sir. I swear I'll be there whenever you need me, no matter how dangerous the task is." "Good, I'll keep that in mind." *** The pair continued to chat as they returned to the hotel. Adrian felt a little more at ease now that the threat had been cleared. Gloria and Mya were sitting and talking when they returned. Gloria asked in a gentle voice, "How did it go? Is everything settled?" Adrian nodded. "It's done." "Who were they?" Mya asked. "Rondoniers who were trying to show the world they’re capable of killing Novemton's legate. Pity their plans failed." "A pity? Wouldn't we be the pitiful ones if they had killed us?" Mya rolled her eyes. Adrian held his hands in the air and said nothing, while Gloria smiled and said, "It's getting late. I'm heading to bed. We have to leave early tomorrow."