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Chapter 479

"I … I'll take you there," Parry said with a pale face. His eyes were secretly looking behind Clayon. "The treasury is in the secret room. I know where it is. I'll take you there, but don't kill me."

"Then lead the way!" Clayon let go of Parry and let him fall to the ground. He urged, "Hurry up, or I'll kill you right now."

Parry stood up and did not say anything else. He walked towards a corner of the house. Clayon followed behind him, relaxing his body. Every battle was a battle of life and death. He had to use two hundred percent of his strength, or else death would befall him.

Because of this, Grandmasters of Combat who often battled, if they could not break through and take good care of their bodies, they would often die suddenly in their middle ages.

Parry walked in front and opened the door of the study. He pointed at a portrait and said, "The switch to open the secret room is behind the painting."

"Go open the switch. As long as you get the item, I won't hurt you." Clayon had been observing for the past few days. Haarlem trusted this kid very much. There were a few times when people came to ask for compensation with "IOUs", and it was this kid who went to get the item.

The only thing he did not expect was that even if Haarlem suddenly had a strong combat ability, it was fortunate that he did not have enough combat experience and was killed instantly by Clayon.

"I've already confirmed that there must be a reason why Haarlem was resurrected after I killed him, and his strength increased by leaps and bounds."

"If I can find it, I might be able to become a Grandmaster of Combat in no time, or even go one step further!" Clayon's eyes flashed with determination. He was born in a small town and had shown great talent when he practiced the Bone Forging Method.

However, resources were a threshold. Without resources, unless one was born with a godly physique, it would be impossible to go one step further. Changing blood would only kill oneself. However, in order to continue on his path to become a Grandmaster of Combat, Clayon did not resign himself to fate. Instead, he chose to rely on a small local noble and accept their support.

By being a noble's dog, Clayon obtained the capital to advance himself. Then, to further his dream, he murdered the noble and gradually made his successor a figurehead.

He was well aware of his own status. It was almost impossible for someone without a title to obtain one. The only thing he could do was to make him a figurehead, and when the other party grew up and gained a sense of righteousness, he could ask other nobles or churches for help at any time to expel or kill him.

Therefore, after squeezing the noble family dry of their resources, Ryan used the excuse of traveling to break through to become a Grandmaster of Combat and left with the resources.

He had done a lot of dirty work, assassinating, stealing, and robbing merchant caravans. In order to break through to become a Grandmaster of Combat and change his fate, Ryan had broken all his boundaries. This was his resolve. He firmly believed that as long as he had enough resources, he could break through to become a Grandmaster of Combat.

At that time, he could change his identity and head to another country or region, and he would be able to rise to the top.

Clayon smiled as he watched Parry open the portrait and turn the mechanism behind it, revealing a passage. He walked inside, then raised his hand and gently twisted his fingers, catching a knight's sword that was slashing at him.

He turned around and saw that it was still a little boy. It was Ramier. He was holding the knight's sword with both hands. His body was trembling slightly. He had used all his strength, but the knight's sword did not move at all.

"Your heartbeat is too obvious, little boy." Clayon waved his hand and the knight's sword flew to the side. He took a step forward and directly grabbed Ramier's neck. He then raised his leg and kicked Parry, who was charging at him, causing him to roll into the secret chamber.

The secret chambers of the nobles all had traps, so he needed someone to scout the way.

With one hand holding the red-faced Ramier, Clayon walked into the passage of the secret chamber. Parry was struggling to stand up inside.

His eyes flashed past a few rows of shelves. Most of the items on them were empty. A few opened boxes were also empty. Although the nobles were particular about their so-called dignity, they were all diligent.

Fortunately, there were still items on the shelves at the back. Clayon let out a sigh of relief. He walked over, grabbed Parry, and threw him over. Parry crashed into a few wooden shelves, and a few crossbow bolts could be seen flying out from the corners of the walls. There were even a few places that had sunk in.

Parry lay on the ground, unconscious. His body was pierced by many wooden thorns. The most lethal one was on his neck. It was very deep, and blood was flowing out. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to live for long.

Clayon lightly leapt over the trap, and once again threw Ramier out. He stepped on Ramier's body, and after observing for a moment, he wrapped a piece of cloth around his hand. He opened the box on the shelf, revealing something that looked like jerky, and put it into his pocket.

He moved very quickly. There were not many resources left in Aiskin Manor. After collecting all of them, Clayon's gaze fell on the two children. Parry was already on his last breath, and the only one left was the one by his feet.

He could not leave him alive. Even if he changed his identity, he would still be a hidden danger. After all, the nobles' dignity could be said to be worthless, but it could also be said to be valuable.

Once this matter was exposed, he would be ostracized by all the nobles. After all, all the nobles were very particular about the so-called rules.

Clayon's heart did not waver in the slightest. He did not know how many innocent people Clayon had killed over the years. It was not like he had not killed two children before.

Looking at Ramier lying at his feet, Clayon did not hesitate. He lifted his foot slightly and stomped down hard. Ramier's body writhed and struggled like a worm. Fresh blood gushed out of his mouth, and then his body slumped weakly to the ground.

Clayon, who did not want to meddle, carried the things he had plundered and walked out of the manor. His heart was filled with the beautiful hope of becoming a Grandmaster of Combat and changing his fate. But he was met with a strong gust of wind and a burning hot life force.

Without any resistance, Clayon's body was knocked to the side, as if he had been hit by a chariot. Clayon could only feel his body falling apart, like a broken rag doll. Fresh blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, and he knew that his internal organs had already been destroyed.

The resources in his pocket scattered all over the ground. Clayon wanted to struggle, but he could not use any strength at all. With just one collision, his life had entered a countdown, and his thoughts were starting to blur.

"I … haven't … become … a Grandmaster of Combat … I …" Clayon's eyes widened, and he wanted to mumble something, but then his eyes completely lost their color.

And Duran, who had rushed in, did not pay any attention to the person blocking his way. He rushed straight into the secret room, and then saw the little boy lying in a pool of blood.

Gently picking him up, he could feel the boy's life force rapidly disappearing. Duran had no other way, no power to save him. His own life had also entered a countdown, and despair enveloped his body.