Claude followed Adrian's gaze and felt his heart sink. Matson's body was still in the carriage, and he was worried that these people were here to seek revenge.

"Who is he?" Claude asked.

"That is Irvin Goldwin. He's the Greenhurts’ head apprentice," the guard said smilingly, "You people better behave yourself."

Adrian's face became solemn. Judging by the Wyrmstrike Blade in Irvin’s hand, he could see that Irvin was pretty strong. However, Irvin was still no match for him.

"Don't worry," Adrian said.

"I heard that the Wyrmstrike Blade is very powerful," Bucky said. He had traveled around the world and was familiar with various weapons. "It can be controlled by one's consciousness to strike at the user’s enemies.”

Claude's knees went weak. Seeing Irvin approaching, he leaned toward Adrian and whispered, "Don't say anything. Let me do the talking. No harm in a bit of flexibility if it helps us reach our objective. Sometimes, a little bend goes a long way."

"What are you talking a