Percival grinned with a hint of mischief. "Looking to delve into the secrets of the ancient warrior lineages, are you? Well, I'm your guy. I'll be your greatest asset." Vance placed the business card on the table, his finger tapping over the name Mr. Percy, and asked with a serious tone, "So, you trust me now?"

Doubts about his alleged betrayal of the Vanguard Agency had always gnawed at him.

He did harbor ulterior motives, sure, but staining his hands with betrayal? That was a line he would not cross.

Percival's lips curved slightly. "Your obsession is solely with the ancient warrior lineages."

Vance fell silent, mulling over his options.

An alliance with Percival could indeed clear the fog shrouding the mysteries of the ancient warrior lineages.

But trust was not on the table, and their partnership was fraught with peril.

Now, cut off from the Agency's mainframe, he was blind to the secrets he sought. He needed an external ally.

"Why help me?" Vance finally asked.

Percival lowered his gaze briefly, then met Vance's eyes. "Your fixation with the ancient warrior lineages runs deep. I'd rather assist you now than risk others exploiting you later." The insinuation stung Vance like a slap across the face.

"So, you and Vivienne still suspect I might betray the Agency!"

Percival did not deny it. "In my eyes, you were never the saint."

Vance was momentarily lost for words.

Indeed, in his pursuit of the truth behind the ancient warrior lineages, he had strayed from his initial path.

Conscience had become a distant echo, fading with time.

to work with me. Aren't you afraid I might double-cross

Leopold an out. That's the second reason I'm willing to gamble on you," Percival

fall, yes, but had also arranged

he was not completely heartless after

you've made up your mind, I'll submit

the end of next week, or our deal

do, don't forget you were once an outstanding operative of the Vanguard Agency!" A twinge of deep reluctance flickered

door, he would no longer be a Vanguard Agency operative.

sent shock waves through the Rivenwood Vanguard

Soren, who seemed to question his own existence, bombarding Leopold

with disbelief. Equally blindsided, Leopold could not fathom Percival leaving the organization they

know! Cut it out!"

pent-up frustrations exploded into a scuffle, which

"Enough!" Thomas bellowed.

you? As his assistant, you must

I got the news at the same

forgotten what the deputy director told us?" The three finally

Vivienne's place, arriving leisurely at the foot of her

been waiting, revving her motorcycle's engine as

catch the wind!" She

night breeze tousled their hair and

his tailored suit jacket and tossing it over the hood

her up by the waist with one hand, and, with a little effort, placed her on the back

a spare helmet on, Percival's sleek look was surprisingly in harmony with his biker attire-a

engine and fixing his

resting her head on his shoulder. "Mr. Wolf,

moment, they were truly side

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