Old Tom

"Deputy Warden!"

The moment the scream was heard, Lincoln could tell who was screaming in agony.

His body naturally moved towards the origin of the gunshots. He was like an arrow shooting through the bow, using his D- Agility to the fullest. Zywane quickly followed behind at a similar speed, looking like a horse let loose.

The guards and the Warden only started to move when the two of them were about ten meters ahead. Doubts formed in Lincoln’s head while he was running.

"Something is not right!"

As Lincoln recalled the series of incidents that had taken place since they’d set foot on Nithra, his brows were knitted together tight.

From the poison in their wine, to the guards drinking it and the Deputy Warden getting shot, every single incident seemed like it had been arranged beforehand.

"Was the Deputy Warden the target after all?"

Out of the blue, speculations bloomed in Lincoln’s mind.

Meanwhile, he looked at the Deputy Warden, who was lying between the stairs of first and second f