Semua Bab The Most Wanted Man in Hrestia: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Deep in the woods on one of Hrestia's oldest mountains, Dante Blackwood stared sadly at an old man's exhausted, puffed-up face."You really want me out of here, Master? You really want me to join my seniors?""D-Don't come any closer! Shoo!" the old man cried and stumbled backward."All right, tell me the truth. Is it because I eat a lot while remaining talentless, unlike my seniors?" Dante asked."What?! Who said that? I didn't! It has to be Old Harry from the market. It's his opinion, not mine!" the old man denied a little too forcefully. "I just thought you should rejoin the world out there. You could learn something with a change of scenery. You could even improve if your seniors tutor you instead, right?""Whatever you say, Master." The young man took his luggage and walked away, then turned back to the old man with an innocent grin. "See, I knew you'd kick me out today, so I've left a special farewell gift for you.""A what?""A gift," he repeated. "In your hut. I hope you

"Have you ever wondered what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?"Eric frowned in confusion. "The fuck? What force?""This one."Dante slapped him across the cheek, then drove his fists into him again and again. Eric shrieked and whimpered, while his bodyguards froze, too stunned to act.Gwendolyn had already folded her arms the moment Dante posed his question. Now, she laughed aloud. "Oh my God, stop, Danny! You don't want his snot all over your knuckles, do you?"It was far from the first time someone had made the mistake of posturing in front of Dante. Back when Gwendolyn still trained under Athos, she had seen him flatten more than a few hotshots and dignitaries from Lohenberg, Hrestia's capital, whenever they tried to impress her master."I hate the way he talks to you, Gwen. I think I should pull his teeth out for that offense," Dante said coolly once he finally stopped.Gwendolyn glanced at Eric, who sat trembling. "Nah. My family's kind of friend

The sound of a solid wallop shattered the silence. Eric shot upward, spinning like a ballerina, before slamming his head into a chair and spitting out several teeth."Maith teeth! Noth maith teeth!" he wailed.The crowd gasped. Everyone could feel how excruciating it must be to get slapped by someone's shoe.The elders of the families, however, exchanged glances tinged with admiration. The Wagners' spoiled brat had probably never been disciplined like this before, and yet this young man had broken that record with nothing more than his shoe."Maith teeth! Dadth!" Eric moaned and glanced at his father, who had leapt to his feet, fists slamming down in fury."You talked shite last time, but I let you off because Gwen told me to. Doesn't mean I'm gonna let you talk shite at me again!" Dante raised his shoe and charged at Eric, ignoring George's rage entirely.Panicked, Eric scrambled behind one of the Wagners' bodyguards—a large man with tanned skin and intimidating features—and sho

The Book Peddler cracked a smile at Dante's bewildered expression. "So, what do you think? A fair exchange, right?"The books looked ancient and worn. Dante had never heard of any of the titles, even as a long-practicing Seeker. He recognized grimoires and instructional texts for the Path, both mystical and physical."Yes! Take this!" Dante pushed the third steak toward the man.The Book Peddler, or at least his stomach, had been waiting for this moment. He devoured the food with a speed matching Dante's own and finished in less than a minute.Dante remained fixed on the books.Noticing his hesitation, the Book Peddler asked, "Which one would you like?"Dante considered the options. "Um… The Lesser Kicks of Solomon sounds cool!"The Book Peddler rose to his feet with a flourish. "Ah, a fine choice, young man. Practice wisely. I hope you surpass Solomon himself one day. Farewell."He barely managed to leave before several cars screeched to a halt. A mob emerged.Their leader, a

Dante returned to the mall as if nothing had happened.By that time, Gwendolyn had finally finished shopping and made her way back to the cashier.A small army of sales assistants followed her, carrying all kinds of bags. They were practically buzzing with excitement. This young woman had single-handedly saved them from several months of rent and then some.The shops had kindly arranged for their staff to deliver the bags straight to the Beaumont estate, which made it easy for Gwendolyn and Dante to return home with minimal hassle.…Lambert and Marcus were playing chess when the first delivery arrived. They watched, eyes wide, as more and more goods streamed in.Lambert exhaled sharply and slammed a pawn onto the board."To think the only gift she ever gave me was a tie for Father's Day last year! Why is she treating that young man so differently? Is she even my daughter at all?" he groaned.Marcus chuckled. "If it helps, my son, she's never been this generous to me either."