Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2812

Night descended, and the moonlight gleamed brilliantly.

"Mr. Lawrence, the two of them have gone to bed," Harlan reported respectfully with a bow.

Beside the lamp, Roman sat cross-legged in meditation with his eyes still closed. "Alright. Go get some rest."

Harlan looked up, hesitating several times before finally asking, "Mr. Lawrence, why do you want me to monitor those two? The Lloyd family's Dragon Prince is indeed seriously injured! I believe that no matter what, we should at least help stabilize his condition first. Chetvine's Lloyd family is a prestigious noble house, and the Dragon Prince once did Mount Lourneau a favor. Omari even served in his squad."

Roman's eyes suddenly snapped open as he scolded, "Shut up, you fool! Do I need you to tell me what to do?"

Harlan broke out in a cold sweat and immediately dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence! I meant no disrespect."

In major martial arts sects, such as Mount Lourneau, the hierarchy between elders and apprentices was extremely strict.

Roman said coldly, "I told you to keep watch over those two. Just do it. You don't need to know anything else, and you shouldn't ask questions. Understood?"

Harlan quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Lawrence!"

Roman waved his hand. "You may go!"

Harlan immediately withdrew.

Roman sat alone, the oil lamp flickering beside a small side table. A slip of paper lay near the lamp, its edge lifting in the breeze, and on it was a single bold word: Death.

Roman's face stayed blank.

This was Guillermo's order. Whether he carried it out, however, depended entirely on his mood, and his mood depended on how much Guillermo paid him, and how much risk he was willing to take.

Roman spent the entire night wrestling with the question of whether to kill Andrew. Killing him outright would be impossible because the people behind Andrew were far too powerful, and even the Lloyd royal family alone was someone Roman would not dare offend.

To become a martial god, a true giant in the martial world, he believed every risk was worth taking.

After all, he believed that the entire purpose of a lifetime of training was to stand at the highest peak.

"Andrew, you can't blame me for this," he whispered into the night as a twisted smile crept across his face.

The next morning, Andrew and Valerie got up and had breakfast. Meals at Mount Lourneau were simple and plain, so there was not much to comment on.

As soon as they finished, Valerie could not hold back anymore. "Hey, where's Mr. Lawrence?"

Harlan stepped forward. "Ms. Reyes, please wait."

Valerie rolled her eyes. "I'm done waiting. Just tell me what his deal is."