The Legendary Man

The Legendary Man Chapter 1328- Old Friend

Celestus scrutinized Jonathan from head to toe, his eyes brimming with curiosity.

“I am genuinely intrigued by the world from which you outlanders hail,” he said.

Jonathan nonchalantly retrieved a few pieces of beef jerky, tossing one to Celestus and another to Sirius, before he settled down cross-legged on the ground and began to savor his portion heartily.

“You all want to take a look at the world outside, while we yearn to return. Our goals can be considered completely the same, so there’s no need for fighting each other to the death.”

Celestus gazed at the wind-dried beef jerky in his hand, which looked more like a piece of firewood. He was tempted to taste it multiple times but consistently decided against it. “They call you Jonathan, don’t they?”

Jonathan gave a slight nod in response.

Looking at Jonathan, Celestus let out a soft sigh. “Must be nice to have your own surname. You must be from a prominent clan outside there, right?”

A prominent clan?

Jonathan thought of the Goldstein family, which had already met its downfall, and the Smith family, which had abandoned its advancement due to entanglements with the eight respectable families and Asura’s Office.

As long as I’m alive, these two families will surely secure their positions as great clans. But that’s it. All they have left is a position, and they can no longer be considered a clan.

“Well, it used to be a prominent clan, but now it’s disbanded. The members of my family live in constant fear because of me. Now that I think about it, I feel quite sorry for them,” said Jonathan, chewing on his beef jerky with a smile.

He then questioned, “Why the sudden question?”

Celestus shook his head and then turned to Jonathan, inquiring, “So, how do you intend to handle those people who posed a threat to your family?”

Jonathan turned to look at Stellario and Kathleen, who was behind him. “If we manage to get out of here alive, I suppose I’ll kill them.”

“Um… So what you’re saying is… those people who fought alongside you are the ones posing a threat to your family?” Bewildered, Celestus looked at Kathleen and Stellario.

“Exactly!” said Jonathan indifferently.

Celestus was completely stunned. It took him a good while before he shook his head in disbelief. “You outlanders are so weird. If I were you, I would have taken these people down instantly.”

Jonathan furrowed his brows as he regarded Celestus. After a moment of contemplation, he inquired, “Is your family captured by someone, too?”

Celestus nodded in response. “I’m from the southern region. Ten years ago, Neil sent me to the northern region to assist with his operations. At first, I too believed that Neil was doing this to rescue everyone. However, I eventually uncovered that his true aim was to seize control of Yannopolis on behalf of the four major vassal families. This time, I collaborated with him to incite chaos in the North Outer City, diverting Yannopolis’ attention and providing cover for his actions. You outsiders made for the ideal scapegoats.”

furrowed his brows as

he had encountered in this small world over the past few days had provided enough material to

Neil had his own strategies and resources. In the earlier discussion between Joshua and Celestus, they alluded to the historical connection

to confront the enemy, buying time for the Whitley family’s elders. The extent of Neil’s ancestors’ involvement in these events remained unclear. Furthermore, after the Whitley family’s elder departed the small world, the legacy

Summoner, Hailstorm Fan, Devil Slaying Sword… These weapons were such game changers hidden in the small world, and Jonathan had always believed that they were the trump cards

it seemed that was not

passed down from the

he possessed might be more terrifying than

why are you still playing

I was born, my parents were killed in a beast attack. I was raised by the kindness of many and nourished by my neighbors. The villagers have shown me great kindness. I cannot stand by and watch

you mean this one?” Jonathan queried. As he spoke, he

then gave a slight nod. “Have

man named Greyson—” Before Jonathan could finish his sentence, he found his arm

we haven’t reached an agreement yet. You’re making me nervous.” With

Armor soldiers surrounding them had already trained their weapons on Jonathan and his comrades. Should he dare to make a