Chapter 965

“What do you want from me?” Alfwhit asked with an unfriendly tone, still behaving arrogantly.

“Alfwhit, I’m giving you an opportunity to do me a favor. There are two men I would like you to deal with

on my behalf.” Magnus showed no signs of concession.

“Why should I listen to you?” Alfwhit looked away in a sulk. In fact, he was not a man with pride and

honor. Knowing who Magnus was, he would not hesitate to do him a favor if his effort would be

rewarded. However, he couldn’t accept Magnus’ rude attitude, finding it simply unacceptable.

“You are going to help me!” Magnus replied confidently. “Because the two men that I want you to deal

with are Terence Quillen and Emmanuel Lowe.”

“Terence Lowe?!” Alfwhit was startled when he heard the name from Magnus.

“That’s right! He was the guy who harbored the wanted traitor that Templar Valor was looking for back

then. And guess what? He is now back in Anchortown, and that’s not all. He just took care of Philips

Caver earlier today” Magnus smiled.

Alfwhit clenched his fists tightly while reminiscing about the events in the past.

Templar Invocation had always been the core of Templar Valor as it could be divided into two

categories, namely black magic and white magic. Any disciple who started training with the

organization would be required to choose a discipline to commit to. On the other hand, only the leader

of Templar Valor could train in both disciplines to attain a higher level in this practice.

More than three decades ago, Sinclair, who was deemed to be the more talented candidate, was

chosen as the next leader of Templar Valor. When his older brother, Alfred, learned about it, he was

upset and dissatisfied. Thus, he became determined to usurp Sinclair’s place and replace him as the

new leader.

Despite being a senior among the disciples, Alfred was eventually blinded by his jealousy, which

motivated him to secretly learn black magic. In the end, he managed to reach the level that only a

legitimate leader could by mastering the magic of two disciplines. Nonetheless, he was still defeated by

Sinclair, who was aided by the rest of the members of Templar Valor.

Wounded, Alfred had no choice but to escape from Templar Valor. Just when he thought he was going

to die, he was saved by a wealthy businessman named Terence Quillen. Therefore, Terence had since

become one of the biggest enemies of Templar Valor.

With Terence’s return, Alfwhit was more determined than ever to take him out, especially after he

learned that he also gave his friend, Philip, a hard time. Good! What a perfect opportunity to settle our

old and new scores, Terence! You’re going nowhere this time!

“Here’s the deal. If you can take Terence Quillen and Emmanuel Lowe out, I will tell you the secrets of

Templar’s White Magic.” Mágnus made a tempting offer.

“How did you know anything about Templar’s White Magic?” Alfwhit was shocked, but his eyes were

filled with skepticism and doubts.

“Don’t bother because I’m not going to answer that question. Furthermore, it’s none of your concern

anyway.” Magnus was well aware of Alfwhit’s temper, as well as his past.

In fact, Alfwhit wasn’t the legitimate leader of Templar Valor, as he had usurped the place from his older

brother, Agargar, through dishonorable means. Because of that, Magnus didn’t think it was worthwhile

making friends with someone like Alfwhit. Instead, he planned to use him as a tool against his enemies,

deeming that the only way he could keep him under his thumb.

“Alright, you have a deal!” Alfwhit gritted his teeth and agreed, but then, he went on to warn Magnus

not to fool him. “Don’t you dare play any silly games with me; otherwise, I won’t let you get away with it

even if I die in the end.”

“This dog won’t stop barking, Blake. I think it needs a little taming, doesn’t it? Teach it a lesson, and

we’ll be on our way.” Magnus sneered in a casual manner.

“Copy that.” Blake then gave Alfwhit a slap on his left and right cheek, whereupon he walked off with

Magnus.

In the meantime, Alfwhit was left behind, covering his cheek with his hand as he watched them slowly

disappear from sight in anger. Despite his frustration and irritation, there was nothing much he could do

because he was no match for Blake at all.

-It looks like the rumors are true! This ugly-looking man once beat someone on par with the Six

Grandmasters of the

World. I’m afraid there is no one else capable of matching him in this world.

On the other hand, Emmanuel was driving a Chevrolet van on a narrow road in Anchortown, thanks to

the fact that many of the roads were one-way streets. Driving on those busy roads, Emmanuel was

following right behind Shane, who was riding his bicycle.

While Shane was traveling at a slow speed, Emmanuel couldn’t help but wonder whether there was

something wrong with his bicycle or his riding skills. However, fortunate for Shane, Emmanuel was a

patient man, or he would have been cursed at if someone else was right behind him.

Little did Emmanuel know that Shane was actually riding his bicycle slowly on purpose. After all, he had

wandered around the restaurant for the past few days just so that he could see Red. Therefore, now

that he finally had the opportunity to be so close to her, there was no way he was going to let it slip

away from him so soon. However, despite Shane’s usual talkative nature, he became somewhat

nervous and timid around the lady he had a crush on. Because of that, he failed to start a conversation

with Red, only staying silent in her presence along the way.

“Can you take me home, Shane?” Red asked, much to Shane’s surprise, although she hadn’t said a

single word at all throughout their trip.