Dustin and Austin opted to skip sleep, and the following morning, they swiftly arrived at Southvista. This territory belonged to Elijah Valor, the Marquis of Silvercrest.
It was renowned for having the largest military force and the strongest economy among the Southern Four Sovereigns.
However, Elijah was a stubborn and unpredictable man. There were instances where he showed no respect, even to Rufus. This unpredictability made Austin doubtful about convincing him.
“Logan, we’ve arrived at the Marquis of Silvercrest’s residence,” Austin informed as they, along with a few others, disembarked from the car.
“It’s been two days. We can’t keep your absence from the castle under wraps much longer. We need to speed up our efforts,” Dustin reminded.
“I understand.” Austin nodded.
“Elijah might not be easy to deal with, but he’s not entirely without integrity. With the right incentives and an emotional appeal, we should be able to convince him.”
Dustin nodded. “Alright, let’s head in.”
Austin adjusted his attire and refreshed himself before approaching the mansion. He then identified himself to the guards and, as expected, gained a smooth entry.
However, unlike previous encounters, they were directed to Elijah’s personal training ground instead of the main hall.
It was common knowledge that Elijah was a martial enthusiast. He personally led the training of his troops on a regular basis, resulting in a formidable and well-trained force.
“Your Highness, Lord Valor is currently training inside. Please, head in,” a guard said. He led them to the entrance of the training ground before leaving.
As they entered, they noticed a muscular middle-aged man in the center of the arena, engaged in a sparring session with several elite guards.
Wielding a long spear, the middle-aged man exuded a commanding presence.
His spearplay demonstrated a blend of agility and dominance, effortlessly pushing back the elite guards armed with swords and shields that surrounded him.
These elite guards were the cream of the crop from the monarchy, trained to fight as a cohesive unit. They were capable of taking on a hundred enemies on their own.
Despite their exceptional skills, the middle-aged man showcased his overwhelming strength as he effortlessly repelled their advances. That man was none other than Elijah Valor, the Marquis of Silvercrest.
“His technique is impressive!” Austin was visibly astonished as he observed Elijah closely.
Elijah’s spearplay was devoid of unnecessary movements, appearing both straightforward and unpredictable. It embodied a perfect balance of battlefield might and sophisticated finesse, nearing perfection.
“It is indeed quite remarkable.” Dustin nodded in agreement, casting an admiring glance.
Elijah’s skills had reached the pinnacle of a Grandmaster’s, making him one of the top ten martial practitioners in West Lucozia.
Despite receiving the title of marquis, Elijah remained steadfast in his dedication to martial arts. He showcased exceptional willpower, mental resilience, and determination beyond ordinary standards.
“Warrior’s Cascade!” After demonstrating his prowess, Elijah suddenly roared, grabbing the spear’s end with one hand.
He then swept it around himself, knocking down the elite guards in all directions.
