"Austin, don't talk!" the elder's expression turned stern as he looked toward Basil Jaak.
At this moment, Basil Jaak was covered in sword wounds, his hair in disarray and his clothes tattered, looking like he was on his last breath.
"Good lad, dying together with your enemy, you sure are ruthless!"
The elder spoke and then tried to pull out the short sword embedded in Basil Jaak's ribs.
Basil Jaak, who had his eyes closed up until then, suddenly opened them and said, "Who are you?"
"I am his master, Hector."
The elder spoke, anger and killing intent visible in his eyes as he reached out toward Basil Jaak.
Basil Jaak, hearing this, sneered: "Hector, it's you I've been looking for! Give me back my friend!"
"Basil Jaak, you're injured, don't talk!"
That green figure floated down from the stands, supporting Basil Jaak, whispering in his ear.
