Chapter 1664

Later, Matthew regained consciousness, not knowing how long he had been locked in a steel cage. He

then noticed a man lying beside him and realized he was looking at Tristan. Tristan is here. I guess the

attacker simply beat the lights out of him without killing him. He helped Tristan up and reached for his

silver needles to help Tristan come around, only to discover that his pocket was empty. Those people

must have taken all my silver needles and elixir. Matthew furrowed his brow and pressed his finger

against a few pressure points on Tristan's body. Tristan awoke a few moments later.

He scanned his surroundings and wrinkled his brow before leaping to his feet and hissing in a harsh

voice. "Show yourself, Freya!"

When Matthew heard Tristan's words, his heart skipped a beat. Freya Green? So, it was her all along.

As he continued to dwell on the situation, he was suddenly interrupted by a cold voice from the

darkness. "Do you want to die?" Matthew was startled by this and focussed his gaze on a shadow that

emerged from the darkness as he hadn't noticed anyone else in the area until then. IVhoever is

standing in the dark now is definitely to be feared. How did I fail to see this person sneaking up behind

me? It looks like Raven's sister is here—Freya Green.

As Matthew looked closer, he noticed a shadow of a tall lady about five feet seven. She was shown to

be clad in green, with a green veil covering half of her face, leaving only her deep black eyes and fair

forehead exposed. At the same time, she appeared to be carrying what seemed like a blade unlike any

others seen previously. Matthew could tell it was a sword based on the length of the blade. After all,

while a typical blade was usually three feet long, the sword she was carrying appeared to be longer

than four feet, with a nearly one-foot-long hilt. Despite the plain appearance of the wooden sheath, he

was more interested in the wood used to make it.

In fact, the sheath the lady was holding appeared to be made of fire mulberry wood, which was

extremely rare. However, due to the wood's excellent heat conductivity, an average person could not

withstand the heat energy it released. Matthew wondered how the lady remained unfazed despite

carrying the sword on her back.

At that moment, Tristan also saw Freya and said with a low voice, "Freya, Dr. Larson already made it

clear that he won't treat my grandpa, so this is between you and me. Leave

Dr. Larson out of this. Just let him go and we’ll settle things out between us. What do you think?"

Matthew was taken aback when he heard Triston plead with Freya to spare his life, and he looked at

Tristan with amazement. Deep down, he had always considered Triston an arrogant toff who was

challenging to get along with. Therefore, he was stunned by Triston's considerate and selfless nature.

"You are in no position to negotiate with me!" She stood in the dark, responding to Tristan coldly.

"How can you take an innocent life,

Freya?" Tristan questioned her anxiously.

"You! Come out!" Freya pointed at Matthew without looking at Tristan. "My brother is hurt. Treat him

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