Westminster Bank

Chapter 271: Chapter 167: Dragon Guide Baron (Part 2)

A shame.

It seemed he had been exposed.

The two Silver Masks felt an even greater sense of regret, especially after realizing the White Mask had drawn the suspicion of Isabella, the eldest daughter and a strong contender for Patriarch.

"What are you two masters discussing?"

After calming Roy and the Pound Siblings, Jose and Tune could see the melancholy in the two Silver Masks’ eyes.

The Silver Masks exchanged a glance and immediately told Jose their suspicions.

Hearing this, Jose just smiled calmly. "No, he’s the real deal... He’s the most outstanding Dragon Guide my eldest sister found in Norway. There’s no way he’s a fake."

Tune frowned. "Since when do you know how to tell a real from a fake, Second Brother?"

The two Dragon Guides, however, instantly understood.

...

Bass stepped forward and whispered a few words to Isabella. Her gaze toward Baron grew even colder.

She had her people keep the surrounding guests at a distance and approached the White Mask, Baron, who was still clutching the Dragon Summoner Badge in his hand.

"Master Jack, why did you force your way to the east gate exit?"

"I took a wrong turn." ’Master Jack? What kind of stupid name is that?’ Baron thought. ’No wonder that scoundrel Jack gave this mask and badge to me. He was up to no good!’

If Jack, who had been dragged along as an accessory, had known this, he would only have feigned innocence. While pawning the White Mask off on Baron was indeed part of his strategy of sacrificing another to save his own skin, he genuinely didn’t know the full function of the Dragon Guide badge.

He hadn’t expected it to have a built-in alarm function, as if to prevent Dragon Guides from escaping.

"The Dragon Hunting Ceremony is in the west."

"I don’t know the way."

Baron surveyed his surroundings, subconsciously wondering who he should knock out and impersonate next as he answered.

A Silver Dragon Guide who doesn’t know the way. The surrounding guests, as well as the Black Iron and Bronze Masks, all gasped.

That was like a prostitute who didn’t know how to play the part.

Sure enough, as soon as Baron said this, Jack, who was next to him, was dumbfounded. ’What the Constantine Brothers said is true,’ he thought. ’This isn’t just a stretch; it’s plain ridiculous.’

Bass took another step forward, drew his sword, and said, "Could it be that you’re a fake Silver?"

Isabella, however, motioned for Bass to step back. Her gaze paused for a moment on Baron’s white mask, and she said, "Take off the mask."

"You mustn’t!"

Someone suddenly cried out. It wasn’t Baron or Jack, but the two Silver Dragon Guides who were surrounded by an entourage.

Isabella’s elegant brows knitted together slightly. She hated having her orders interrupted.

Jose and Tune, who had followed closely behind the two Dragon Guides, feigned innocence in the face of their eldest sister’s glare.

They also didn’t know why the two Silver Masks were getting involved.

Isabella looked silently at the two Silver Masks, expecting a reasonable explanation.

One of them stepped forward—Jose’s Silver Mask—and said, "The Sun Mask is a Dragon Guide’s most important symbol of dignity. If it is removed, I’m afraid he could never work in this profession again."

"Furthermore, this man is a genuine Silver Dragon Guide. The fact that his Dragon Summoner Badge works proves his identity is correct," added Tune’s Silver Mask. "No matter which of the Beowulf Family’s rules he has broken, you must not remove his mask."

The surrounding Dragon Guides all nodded in agreement.

They weren’t aware of this reason behind the Dragon Guides’ masks, but since it was a Silver Mask who said it, there must be truth to it.

Only a few more experienced Bronze Masks—those on the verge of promoting to Silver Mask or just a step behind them—remained skeptical. However, since two Silver Masks were vouching for him, they didn’t question it further.

’Don’t take off the mask... So all Dragon Guides are Bull Warriors, huh?’ Baron, who had been preparing to activate the Chain of the Imitator, complained internally.

Bass said, "We suspect this person is..."

"I understand." Isabella cut Bass off and gave Baron a sincere bow. "It seems I have misunderstood you, Master Jack... Please forgive me."

Baron said nothing, merely giving a slight nod to show his acceptance.

It seemed the farce was about to end just like that.

"The Dragon Hunting Ceremony is about to begin. Master Jack and Eldest Sister should get ready," Jose said at the opportune moment.

Tune glanced at Jose. He finally understood his second brother’s plan.

If this White Mask were exposed, at worst he’d have his limbs broken and be thrown into the Dracul Mountain Range to fend for himself. That would be useless for the Dragon Hunting Ceremony—or rather, for those like them competing with Isabella in the Dragon Spear Trial.

But if he wasn’t exposed, the White Mask could serve as a handicap for Isabella.

The terrain of the Dracul Mountain Range was complex and teeming with various Dragon Species. Even an ordinary Bronze Dragon Guide could easily get lost without prior preparation.

Let alone a fraud, a White Mask who didn’t even know the way.

’Second Brother’s schemes run deep.’ Tune was now keenly aware of Jose’s methods.

He felt that besides watching out for his eldest sister, Isabella, he had to be on guard against his second brother, Jose, as well.

After Baron and Isabella were seated in the section for the Trial’s participants, he saw a stiff-looking Jack also being led away by some young master from a prestigious noble family.

’What a disaster.’

Baron smiled wryly to himself.

But at the same time, he hadn’t forgotten Jack’s warning.

There were paths in the Dracul Mountain Range that led to the outside world. When the time came, as long as he kept walking in one direction, he would eventually get out.

Baron glanced at the various bigwigs attending the Dragon Hunting Ceremony, his gaze lingering on the Silver Lion Knight, Wilder, who was surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women.

A Silver Tier Contract Knight, and one contracted to a Silver Lion, no less.

Recalling the oppressive feeling he got from the Pseudo-Silver Ferdinand, Baron felt that for this reason alone, he had no choice but to bide his time for now.

’Hm, next to him seems to be the Bronze Saint from the Holy Mechanism incident, and those two Battle Nuns I saw last time. The Sword Nun’s legs and waist are still incredibly slender, and the Cui Fa Nun’s chest still sways impressively.’