Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2862

Andrew replied calmly, "Go ahead and name your price! Of course, you could also choose not to tell me. Worst case, I'll just find someone else, like Mr. Augustus Cabrera, for instance. You're not the only one in the City of Hope who can give me what I need."

Petyr's expression darkened immediately. "You seem to know quite a bit about the City of Hope. Augustus and I are bitter rivals, and I'd much rather keep a fighter like you on my side. Help me escort a shipment out of the city and ensure it arrives safely at its destination. In exchange, I'll provide you with the information you want."

Andrew nodded. "Deal."

Petyr's face registered obvious surprise. "You're not worried I might be deceiving you? That this could be a trap?"

Andrew smiled, though his expression was cold as ice. "Not at all. Because this big guy in my hands will make sure anyone who tries to play games with me loses their head."

Petyr snorted and said, "Reginald was ambushed by the werewolf Dark Lord, Kaelan Soros. But Kaelan didn't succeed. He only managed to seriously wound the legendary warrior from Holtrien."

Andrew's heart tightened, though his face remained calm. "Where did the ambush happen, and where did he go after?"

Petyr replied, "About 600 miles out, at the Wraith Graveyard. At the time, Reginald had no choice but to retreat deep into the graveyard. That god-forsaken place is a nightmare for all living things. Even vampires can't handle the bone-chilling cold and the death energy that permeates it, let alone the mutated monsters and unknown dark creatures lurking in its depths."

Andrew nodded. "One last question: which faction currently controls the Deadlands?"

Petyr frowned. "You're planning to stick your nose into the Deadlands too?"

Andrew stared at him without speaking; the meaning was obvious.

Petyr sneered. "The three ancient Dark Clans and the Lomuia Grand Cathedral rotate control of the Deadlands. Recently, word got out about some major discovery there, something about a disturbance that could open a path to the last paradise in this world, the Veiled Paradise!

The squad leader nodded.

Petyr continued with a cold smile, "He's from Holtrien, asking about the legendary Holtrien warrior Reginald Lloyd's whereabouts. That means he's either with the Holtrien military or the Lloyd royal family. It doesn't really matter, though. He's strong enough to help me get that shipment safely to its destination."

The squad leader glanced around and noticed several marble corners had been shattered.

It was obvious that there had been a fight, and it had not been a gentle one. Judging from that piercing scream earlier, Petyr must have transformed. He thought Andrew was seriously tough. After all, it was incredibly rare for someone to face Petyr's true vampire form and walk away unscathed.

Under normal circumstances, any martial artist who fell into Petyr's hands would be drained dry. The refined blood of martial artists was Petyr's favorite vintage.

But this time, his powerful appetite had failed, and there was only one explanation: Andrew was simply too strong.