Amber Sword

Chapter 1174: Chapter 294: Approaching Storms (Part 3)

"Any news about the Holy Temple?" Antitina bit her lower lip, gesturing.

Ben understood that this princess was indeed a close friend of Princess Griffith, someone trustworthy. And Magdal also heard about Ben’s feats, trusting her friend’s knight without a doubt—factually, she was already under surveillance, unable to meet Griffith at all. However, the outside world was oblivious to Ben’s identity, which was why she hurried to find this mysterious young man from Tonyger.

In fact, she was secretly observing Ben as well. Despite the rumors of him being wild and unruly, Ben seemed far from barbaric. Some said he was a thief leader, yet Magdal’s first impression upon meeting Ben was rather favorable, even saying he was genteel, a noble model—unlike the hypocritical Marquis Youxi.

Magdal nodded and was about to gesture, but Ben had already raised his hand to stop her.

"Whatever you want to say, let’s discuss it when we arrive. It’s unclear to talk here," Ben indicated.

The carriage fell into silence.

The carriage soon passed through the city center of Ambeser. In reality, Ben had been to the auction hall mentioned by Magdal in a previous life; he only asked to avoid attracting attention. This was a magic world. Although there were no listening devices, some spells could gather voices from the wind, so he had to be cautious. The carriage passed San Pino Square, nearing the auction hall.

Ben even spared a moment to lift the curtain and glance at the scenery outside, but at that moment, the coachman’s startled shout and the horses’ neighs came from the front, followed by the carriage suddenly halting from a high speed, tilting perilously, nearly flying off the road. The sudden change left the two ladies inside unable to react, and they almost immediately screamed, rolling off their seats. If not for Ben’s quick reflexes, catching them mid-fall, the two noble ladies would’ve had a close encounter with the carriage floor.

Amidst the carriage’s violent shaking, Ben held the two ladies against one side of the carriage wall, barely maintaining balance. Their posture was inevitably awkward, with Ben holding Antitina, supporting the carriage wall with his elbow, the slender staff lady’s body seemingly pressing into his robust form, her underdeveloped small chest tightly against his.

Antitina’s usual composure prevented her from being paralyzed by the sudden incident, but she clearly realized her situation, her face almost dripping scarlet.

As for Princess Magdal, her mind was blank, completely scared stiff, not even aware it was Ben who held her. This nun princess had zero self-defense capability, her body soft as if boneless, feather-light, making Ben feel like he held a bundle of cotton, causing him to involuntarily glance back. Her face was pale, eyes tightly shut, embodying a pitiful look that quickened his heartbeat slightly.

After a moment, the carriage stabilized, crashing onto its side with a loud thud.

"Ah!" Magdal cried out in discomfort, as Ben accidentally pressed onto her. Only then did this nun princess become aware of her predicament, lightly struggling, wanting Ben to release her. However, Ben couldn’t afford to care now, though uncertain of what occurred outside, clearly the horses were frightened. If they went wild and dragged the carriage across the ground, Ben might remain unharmed, but Antitina and this nun princess would surely get hurt.

Ben reacted swiftly, immediately drawing the Earth Sword from the Dimension Hole, swinging an arc upward with a deafening noise, slicing open a large hole in the carriage wall. Then he grabbed Antitina and Magdal, vaulting out of the carriage. Ben, close to Golden Peak strength, found this sequence of actions within a split-second manageable. The street’s pedestrians saw the carriage topple, suddenly heard a deafening boom, and before they could discern what happened, a young man steadied himself on the ground, holding two beauties left and right.

’Wow, this guy’s lucky!’

The first thought for most people was rather like this.

But Ben only felt wrath. As Antitina and Princess Magdal remained startled, he looked up, instantly seeing his two draft horses lying in a pool of blood, the coachman bleeding from the head, moaning beside the carriage. Clearly, the truly guilty were the two feathered arrows piercing straight into the horses’ foreheads, making Ben’s expression darken as he raised his head, staring coldly at the group of black-clad, armored individuals not far away:

"You did this?"

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