NABC Chapter 2611: Turning Foes into Friends
Chapter 2611: Turning Foes into Friends
"What, you don’t want to?" Iwan Martinez frowned slightly and drew his hand back.He’d only said a couple of words and tried to make a friend because the other guy was a Martial Artist, and looked pretty strong at that.
Since the other party wasn’t interested, he naturally wouldn’t force it.
Coming to this tavern, Iwan Martinez just purely wanted a drink.
To him, he could lack anything, but he could not lack his liquor.
Sitting across from this guy in white was only because there were no other seats left in the tavern.
If the conversation didn’t click, even half a sentence was too much; Iwan wasn’t much of a social person to begin with.
Fine, then he’d just drink on his own.
"Go ahead, make your move."
The man in white robes sighed. This Julius Reed was really ruthless.
Kill from a thousand miles away, no matter what!
He’d actually sent someone to chase him this far!
"Make what move?" Iwan blinked and said, "Are you sick in the head?"
"You’re the one who’s sick." The White-robed Bishop had taken a huge blow in front of Demarco Mount’s gates.
And it wasn’t just physical; it had dealt a massive blow to his psyche as well.
He’d originally been full of confidence, planning to kill Julius Reed and make a name for himself in one stroke!
Even if he couldn’t kill him, he was still one of the Church’s bishops—second only to one, above tens of thousands!
With that status, plus the White-robed Bishop’s confidence in himself, he’d thought that his being sent to Demarco Mount today was all because the Archbishop favored him, giving him this chance to become famous.
Dealing with an injured Holy Lord—no matter how you looked at it, there was no way he’d lose, right?
But now it was no longer a question of whether he could win or not.
He’d been crushed!
That power had pressed him so hard he could barely breathe; he was utterly exhausted now.
Yet Julius Reed had actually sent the guy who defeated the Black-robed Bishop all the way out here after him.
It was obvious he wanted him dead.
"If you’re here to kill me, then do it. Don’t deny it." The White-robed Bishop stared daggers at Iwan.
"Who the hell are you? Why would I kill you?" Iwan was speechless; he shook his head and said, "Nutjob."
There were plenty of abnormal types in the martial world.
These people were obsessed with Martial arts and had no energy to think about anything outside it.
Over time, the way they talked and acted became completely different from normal people.
Totally not right in the head.
Looks like this was another Martial-arts freak.
Hopeless.
Iwan didn’t like getting into conflicts. He took a gold bar out of his pocket, slapped it onto the table, and stood up to leave.
"Hey."
The White-robed Bishop called out to him in great displeasure, "We’re both experts here. If we’re gonna fight, we fight. If we’re gonna kill, we kill. What’s with all this runaround?"
His mentality was completely fried.
Even if you couldn’t win, you could at least run, right?
If you couldn’t run, you could at least die, right?
What the hell was this?
A cat toying with a mouse?
Humiliating him?
"We’re both Martial Artists with a name. Do me a favor and show each other some respect."
The White-robed Bishop yelled at Iwan.
He was on the verge of a breakdown.
To this moment, he still couldn’t figure out how he’d offended the Archbishop.
To make the Archbishop set up such a perfect kill trap for him!
A sure-death situation.
Now Julius Reed had sent someone, but the guy didn’t fight; he just had a few drinks and chatted with him.
What the hell was that supposed to mean!
We’re both men here, can we be a little more straightforward?
Iwan stopped walking and slowly turned around.
"If you’re sick, get it treated early." He took out a gold bar from his coat, walked up to the White-robed Bishop, and stuffed it into his hand. "We’re both Martial Artists; I don’t have much money. Take this and go see a doctor."
With that, he left without looking back.
The White-robed Bishop had just had his right hand on his sword hilt, ready to strike at any moment.
He’d almost drawn his sword the instant Iwan touched his hand.
But for some reason, the White-robed Bishop didn’t do anything, just watched Iwan walk away.
He opened his hand, held the gold bar up to his eyes, and examined it carefully.
It really was just a gold bar—no hidden weapons, no poison.
What was going on?
Putting the gold bar away, the White-robed Bishop shot out the door like the wind.
A few seconds later, he appeared in front of Iwan again.
"Brother, take your gold bar back."
The White-robed Bishop stretched out his hand and held the gold bar out to Iwan, introducing himself, "My name is Eric Jackson, White-robed Bishop of the Church."
"The Church?" Iwan reached out and took the gold bar back.
He was really short on cash.
Most Martial Artists weren’t strapped for money, but Iwan was different. He only liked drinking; money never interested him much.
Silvio Reed hadn’t given him any money before, either.
This little bit of cash was something Julius Reed had given him before leaving.
"You’re not going to kill me?" Eric Jackson looked at Iwan warily.
He stared straight into Iwan’s eyes, wanting to see if this guy was just pretending.
A person’s eyes are hard to use to lie to others!
"Why would I kill you? What, you came to get revenge on me?" Iwan chuckled and said, "The Church, huh? I’ve killed quite a few people from the Church before."
"And you’re still not planning to kill me?" Eric Jackson stared hard into Iwan’s eyes, terrified he’d miss the tiniest detail.
But he was disappointed. He saw nothing but sincerity.
People this pure were almost impossible to find these days.
Way too rare.
"If you want to fight me, then for my own safety I’ll definitely kill you. But for no reason at all, why do you keep asking me to kill you?"
Iwan was baffled.
He asked curiously, "Do you have some kind of masochistic kink?"
How does a perfectly good person end up with that kind of psychological problem?
He’d heard that some masochists even put a dog collar around their neck.
Could this guy in front of him be that kind of pervert?
"If you’re not going to kill me, then why did you kill so many people from the Church?"
Eric Jackson really couldn’t understand.
What was actually going on?
The Black-robed Bishop was dead—was this guy just looking down on him?
Kill the Black-robed Bishop but not him?
"I killed people from your Church because they were buzzing around me like flies. Only by killing them could I get some peace and quiet."
Iwan raised his wooden sword and said calmly, "You want to fight?"
"No! I thought you were going to kill me." Eric Jackson organized his thoughts and asked, "Right... Julius Reed didn’t send you to kill me?"
"Of course not. I haven’t even run into Julius Reed yet. Right now, I’m planning to head to Demarco Mount." Iwan frowned. "You pissed off Julius Reed?"
"I did." Thinking about how the Church had abandoned him, and now Julius Reed was hunting him, Eric Jackson felt that despite how vast the world was, there was nowhere for him to exist!
"You pissed him off and you’re still alive?" Iwan was genuinely surprised.
Julius Reed was a ruthless guy; he even hunted down Silvio Reed.
Let alone some nobody from the Church.
"I run fast." Eric Jackson’s shoulders slumped.
"Why not go back to the Church?" Iwan held no hostility; his first impression of Eric Jackson was actually pretty good.
"The Pope wants me dead!" Eric Jackson clenched his fist and couldn’t help cursing, "Bastard!"
"That actually makes things easier." Iwan hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What exactly did you do to offend Julius Reed?"
"I went to kill him." Eric Jackson said this with utter seriousness.
"Come back to Demarco Mount with me. I guarantee you’ll be fine." Iwan patted his chest, speaking with full confidence.
"No way!" Eric Jackson didn’t buy it.
"Julius Reed probably thinks you’re joking with him. After all, you trying to kill him is harder than a sow climbing a tree." Iwan grabbed Eric Jackson by the arm and dragged him in the direction of Demarco Mount.