His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0421

Thousands of miles away, in Northern Wyverna…

Over the past couple of weeks, since the fall of the nine Grandmasters, the entire northern region had

been shrouded in an eerie atmosphere. The most significant recent event was the change in leadership

of the Redwine family.

Frank Redwine became the new family head, initially the third heir of the Redwine family.

“Frank went to Zabaleta and met with Alexander. Upon returning, he inherited the position of the family

head.”

In the evening, at a desolate pavilion atop a rarely visited mountain, a faint figure beneath the pavilion

lightly stroked a jade–like zither. The figure spoke with a voice as if cutting through paper,

hoarse and deep.

“Have you investigated it thoroughly? Is this Alexander the abandoned son of the Kane family?”

Outside the pavilion, two figures in black, straight as arrows, muscles tense, reported, “This is my

report. For now, we can only confirm that Alexander shares the same name as the abandoned son

of the Kane family. Further investigation is needed to determine if it is him.”

“No need for such trouble.” The person playing the zither in the pavilion spoke again, the voice

seemingly devoid of any emotion. “Whether it’s him or not, a test will reveal the truth. If not, let

on his own;

black–clad figures hesitated for a moment and cautiously

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if it

of the zither abruptly stopped in

a blink of an eye. The trap I set back then is finally ready to be

time, no one will be allowed

of the deceased nine Grandmasters, named lan Yanker, belonged to the secluded

the news, and they’ll naturally send

couldn’t

from Ol‘ Mare is indeed the abandoned son of the Kane

no mercy.”

two black–clad figures dared not

swiftly departed, their figures disappearing into the

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after they

Twang!

a resounding instrument abruptly pierced the sky, as if carrying the anger of

through the forested

a

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in the woods, under this musical assault,

their demise.

the night, on the outskirts of the northern wilderness, on Yewspire

standing at just over 300 meters, was not a renowned historical site. However, over

the largest stronghold for bandits

at that time, wielding the legendary technique,