Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2649

Andrew went quiet for a moment before he said calmly, "Back then, I really did think about killing Conrad on the spot. But in the end, I changed my mind. It wasn't because I was afraid of moral backlash. Of all things, misunderstandings and other people's judgments scare me the least. If anything, I'd rather just settle it with my fists, one by one if I have to. The only reason I didn't kill Conrad was because…"

Eric cut in first and said, "I know, because of the Iron Cavalry. They used to be the elite strike force that once served the Holtrien military, operating in the shadows worldwide, right?"

Andrew looked surprised. "Didn't expect you to know about Iron Cavalry."

Eric scoffed, "Who are you looking down on? I'm the son of the Southern Martial Union's leader, after all. The Holtrien military has dealt with us plenty of times. Hell, Dad even wanted to send me to that mysterious organization that rivals the military."

Andrew laughed. "Well, that would've been great. You would've met me a lot earlier, and you would've called me Captain. I would've kicked your ass and taught you what it really means to be a man."

Eric gave a cold chuckle but did not argue. He used to be withdrawn and intense, yet after spending so much time with Andrew, he mellowed out significantly.

Andrew asked, "How's your training in the Phantom Mirage coming along?"

Eric replied flatly, "Compared to your progress? Not well at all! But I never planned on comparing myself to you anyway. Right now, I've already become a full-fledged martial saint. If the Southern Martial Union leadership were still in Dad's hands… Then I'd be one of the seniors under him."

Andrew nodded. "Actually, you've been progressing pretty fast. What's the matter? Missing the Southern Martial Union headquarters? How about I take the lead and bring some guys to help you fight your way back and make you the leader?"

Eric shook his head. "Forget it. After coming to Chetvine, I realized I was pretty narrow-minded before. Fame and status no longer appeal to me. I'll hang around with the Lloyd family for a while longer. Besides, I still haven't had a chance to see Sheena in action."

Andrew shook his head. "Don't try her. She can kill you."

Ever since returning from the Eastern Regions, Sheena had gone straight into seclusion. Andrew did not even need to guess; she had definitely broken through again when she came out.

Eric's eyes sharpened. "They're here."

Andrew looked over and saw a group of more than a dozen people emerging from the Advanced Medical Institute's gate. Every single one of them radiated the deep aura of a master.

Among them, Andrew spotted Jerome.

Jerome hurried forward with a smile. "Andy, we meet again. Come, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Milo Avila, an elder of the Advanced Medical Institute, a seventh-grade alchemist. In the past, Mr. Avila and I were very close friends."

Milo wore luxurious black robes and carried himself with an air of arrogance. Tilting his nose up, he glanced at Andrew and snorted coldly, "So you're Mr. Lloyd from Chetvine that Jerome mentioned? You must be quite capable to claim you can help our sect settle this dispute."