Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 618 "These two are Sazaar residents who were terrorized by Drake and his goons today. Mr. Grimwald defended them." Jackie smiled at us. "And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the don of the Excalibur, Torfinn Sundt." Torfinn Sundt? That name sounded far more intimidating than his appearance suggested. It carried a distinctly Viking air, far removed from whatever style he seemed to be aiming for. "An honor to meet you, Mr. Sundt! | hope you understand why | had to do what | did to Drake and the others. They were coercing good, innocent folks like the Candors.

| couldn't abide it." Torfinn replied, thumping his chest, "Oh, | think you did the right thing. Don't worry. | sent Drake and his subordinates back to where they came from after | received word of the incident. They will never show their faces in Sazaar again. "As for Mr. Candor... if you ever run into trouble in the city, you can always ask for my help. This is my number." Emin took down Torfinn's number in a daze. He still could not believe how much respect people showed him simply because he was friends with me. | chuckled, satisfied.

The man understood what | wanted without ---- my having to spell it out. | appreciated a friend who was this perceptive. | did not care what kind of person he truly was, as long as he was smart enough to recognize what would benefit him. That way, | knew exactly how to keep him from ever double- crossing me. "Your generosity is admirable, Mr. Sundt," | said. Torfinn grinned. "t's only fair," he replied, then invited us to the table and signaled the waiter to bring out the food | soon realized he had prepared an extravagant feast for us. The wine alone must have cost more than 5,000 dollars.

What was his angle? He had to be hoping to draw me into something with a display like this. Well, | would find out soon enough. | smiled and waited. We drank and ate, yet Torfinn still had not made his true intentions clear. By then, he was already quite tipsy. All he did was clap me on the shoulder and call me his * bro." "You're a fucking wizard, bro! I've heard the stories!" Torfinn roared with laughter, his eyes unfocused. "You work miracles! The Sleeping Giant in Astergrad! The goddamn Dragoons in Beauclab! Who hasn't heard of the man ---- and the legend himself?!

What | like most about you is how righteous you are toward your friends! You're loyal! You protect your own! That's what I'm about!" he exclaimed. "So | knew what | had to do with you. | gotta be your sworn brother! We're gonna be kin! A blood oath! Yes, we need to swear it in blood!" He suddenly pulled a combat knife from his pocket and prepared to cut his finger. Naturally, | had not signed up for this, and my face made that clear. Even Jackie looked horrified. He grabbed Torfinn's hand and shouted, "Yo, we already did that, man! We made a blood oath, remember?" Torfinn blinked. "Huh?

We did? When?" Jackie shot us a look before answering, "Yeah, we did! Ask them! All of us nodded vigorously. Torfinn relaxed and set the knife down. Jackie flashed an awkward grin. "Okay. | guess it's getting pretty late, and we've all had our fill. We should head home and get some rest. I'll drive you back, Thor!" ---- Torfinn suddenly threw his hands into the air. "Brothers! From tonight onward, we are brothers! You hear me, Sebastian? Emin?!