The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5993

Lyza shook her head again. “No fixed time or place—only that a month ago their names flashed onto the Manor’s wanted rolls, tagged with ‘deserting the heavens, prying into taboos.’”

“The arrest was swift, quiet; no one in the streets even sensed the ripple.”

“Rumor says they first tried to sneak near the city lord mansion. No clue why. They vanished right after, and the next sighting was their execution at Soulfall Slope.”

She hesitated. “The site was sealed by an isolation array—no sound escapes. Our watchers were too far; they saw the blade fall but heard nothing."

Jared held back the heat rising in his throat and spoke low. “Then whose order was it, and whose hand did the killing?”

Lyza felt levity leave the room like breath from a wound. She straightened, vertebra by vertebra, until only formality remained.

"From what we've learned, the order almost certainly came from Julian, the current City Lord of Jade Immortal City and master of the manor. The celestials back him, his cultivation unfathomable—at least High Immortal Realm Level Seven—and the city bends at his knee. A punishment that severe could only move with his direct command, or at least his nod. As for who actually carried it out…" She slid a glance toward Panther. The big man took the hint, stepped forward, and lowered his voice.

"We asked around. The day the escort marched to Soulfall Slope and activated the Soul-Refining Grand Array, the one in charge was the manor’s Chief Steward, Quentin." Julian trusts him with everything. He hovers at High Immortal Realm Level Five, swims in formations and prisons, and his malice keeps the cells quiet.

"The axe itself fell by two veteran executioners from the Punishment Hall—brothers Garth and Miles. Both sit at High Immortal Realm Level Four, bodies tempered for killing, and they enjoy every stroke." Jared repeated the names, each syllable striking the table like ice chips. "Garth. Miles."

The temperature of his gaze dropped. "Where are they now?"

A pressure rolled off him, almost visible, as though steel had taken vapor. Lyza’s lungs stalled; instinct begged her to recoil, but she held her ground.

She summoned breath and answered, steady only by will. "The brothers lodge in the Executioners’ Quarters on the west side of the manor, alternating shifts. Tonight Miles is on duty, Garth is off. Garth drinks and gambles. When he rests, he drifts to the Drunken Immortal Tavern in the Western District, then empties his purse at the Thousand-Gold Parlor. Dusk is settling; he’s likely at the tavern now." Jared rose, palms coming together in a brief respectful arch. "Your help matters."

Gratitude sounded mild beside the storm still simmering beneath his skin, yet Lyza accepted the bow and returned it.

"Please, Senior, we’ve endured Jade Immortal Manor’s cruelty for too long. If your power can shake them, every common soul will owe you breath."

The plea slipped into caution. "But Garth still carries their emblem. An attack inside the walls will summon patrols and experts in a blink. Take care."

"I measure my steps."

His attention shifted to Luther. "Stay with Ms. Lyza. Unravel everything—Julian’s routines, Quentin’s vices, any loose hinge we can rip free."

Monkey jerked upright, as if a cold spark raced along his spine. "Senior, just say the word!"

"Lead me to the Drunken Immortal Tavern. Point out Garth."

His gaze pinned the youngster. "Do that, and more crystals will find you—along with a ticket out of this hive of trouble."

Fear and greed wrestled behind Monkey’s eyes; greed won. "Yes! I’d know that brute if he were reduced to ash!"

Jared turned back to Lyza. "Let no one breathe of tonight. We’ll decide the next move after I return."

He motioned for Monkey and melted into the deepening night, his outline swallowed faster than the lamplight could name it.

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