Jericho's tone turned cold. "What kind of dirty trick are you trying to pull now? Andrew, I'd suggest you stop digging your own grave."

Andrew frowned impatiently. "So what, you want me to shout it out loud? If someone else hears and gets there first, don't come crying to me when Swordhaven Keep loses it."

Jericho was irritated, but he knew Andrew was not wrong.

Onyx and Ivory said calmly, "Sir, go ahead. If he dares to try anything funny, we'll cut him down before he even moves."

Jericho took a deep breath and stepped closer to Andrew.

Andrew smirked. "So you are afraid of dying, huh? If I'd known you were such a coward, I wouldn't have bothered with you earlier."

Jericho sneered. "Don't worry. You'll pay for that sharp tongue soon enough."

When he got close, Andrew lowered his voice. "The sword is… actually, forget it. I'll take you there myself."

Jericho's face turned red. "You!"

Rage boiled inside him. He wanted to tear Andrew apart piece by piece.

Andrew chuckl