Melody was so excited that her eyes turned red. If Nash was not Hera’s man, she would have wanted


    to hug him and give him a kiss. The desire for beauty was universal, especially when one’s appearance


    had been decent before.


    She might not have turned every single person’s head when she went out in the past, but at least half


    of the people she encountered would find her pleasing to the eye.


    After being so severely injured, Melody had contemted suicide at the thought of her face being


    ruined. Now, seeing that she had recovered and be even more beautiful than before, she could


    not help but be excited.


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    With his hands shoved in his pockets, Nash smiled and said, “Have you figured out how to thank me?”


    Melody lowered her head and replied, “How do you want me you?”


    “How about offering yourself?” Hera burst into a delicateugh while covering her mouth before Nash


    could even say anything.


    Melody knew Hera was joking but still could not help her face turning red.


    Hera then got up, looked at Nash, and asked with some concern, “Are you hungry? I can go and make


    something for you.”


    Nash was slightly taken aback, but then he nodded and smiled. “Sure, I haven’t had tomato pasta in a


    long time!”


    Hera happily made her way to the kitchen.


    At the Duerson Vi, Borris and a few others were having dinner at the moment. The table was filled


    with all sorts of expensive delicacies.


    After Borris and Peter had a drink, Borris asked, “Master Peter, when do we take action?”


    Peter picked up a piece of alligator meat and chewed on it. “Tonight, let the ghoul overlord absorb


    some moon essence. Then, we’ll attack Quiet Winds Church tomorrow night!”


    Ever since arriving in Jonford, Peter had set his sights on Quiet Winds


    Church. It was a ce where many practiced the Path. Many outstanding individuals and spiritual


    energy converged there.


    Some remarkable Path takers had also been buried at the back of the mountains, their lingering souls


    now protecting the sanctuary. All of these would be nourishment for the ghoul overlord.


    Borris smiled and said, “There’s a Path taker called Lloyd. I mus his blessings.”


    The old man who offended Lloyd earlier in the day was Borris hims His scant words had angered Lloyd,


    leading to public outrage and insults being thrown at him. Borris was quite unhappy about it.


    Just then, a bodyguard walked in and said, “Boss, someone delivered a letter of challenge!”


    A challenge letter? Duncan smiled and looked at The Swordsman.” It’s likely from Nash to my


    godfather!”


    The bodyguard handed the challenge letter to Duncan, who read it before handing it over to The


    Swordsman with a smile. “Just as expected, Nash is challenging my godfather to a battle to the death.


    on October 17th at Sigur Cliff!” The Swordsman epted the challenge letter and read it.


    The letter of challenge was written on a standard A4-size paper:


    [Long have I heard of The Swordsman’s Seven Deadly Swords, renowned throughout the world!


    [I, Nash Calcraft, request to learn through battle.


    [On October 17th at Sigur Cliff, let us determine victory and defeat, as well as life and death!]


    Nash’s writing exuded a majestic and dominating aura, reminiscent of a dragon soaring into the sky.


    The Swordsman crumpled the letter into a ball and casually tossed it into the trash,ughing


    indifferently.


    “October 17th shall be the day Nash Calcraft sumbs! Duncan, Nash a good coffin. In two days,


    you’lle with me to Sigur Cl


    Duncan chuckled and replied, “Alright, Godfather. I was thinking th same thing!”


    Nash was considered a prominent figure now. Buying him a good coffin would at least allow him to


    leave with some dignity.


    Boris solemnly asked, “What if desman Divus or some other powerful figure interferes?”


    The Swordsman’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t we have Peter and his ghoul overlord?”


    Peter frowned and replied, “A duel between Mystique Loyalty Realm powerhouses will attract many


    forces. Bringing the ghoul overlord might not be convenient.


    The Swordsman’s brows furrowed slightly, and Borris quickly suggested, “Swordsman, how about


    inviting ck Wind Double Kill to witness the duel at Sigur Cliff?”


    The man nodded at this suggestion. “Good idea. We can avoid any sneak attacks from the National


    Martial Bureau behind our backs that way!”