Iron City. Viscount's residence!
"Sir, there's someone outside who wants to see you. He says he has something to ask of you."
A guard outside the door bowed and said.
"Let him in!"
Rory Queen laid lazily on the armchair and replied with half-closed eyes.
"Yes!"
Soon, the guard who had stepped down led a middle-aged man and appeared in front of Rory Queen.
Looking at the man in front of him, Rory Queen realized that he did not recognize the middle-aged man, but he still asked, "You're the one who wanted to see me?"
"Sir Viscount, I heard that you're recruiting people to deal with Emerson. I'm willing to help you."
The middle-aged man said respectfully.
"Oh? You want to help me? But I don't know if you're qualified."
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Rory Queen sneered.
Ever since he had challenged Emerson, there had been many people who had come to express their sincerity. However, their were not qualified to assist him.
Some of them were tier 9 genetic warriors, and there were even very few tier 8 genetic warriors.
Yet, the person in front of Rory actually wanted to help him as well.
As a noble Viscount, how could he not know what these people were thinking.
"I wonder if my strength will satisfy you?"
After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man took a step forward and walked toward a huge rock in the courtyard. Under the suspicious gazes of the 2 people, he lifted the huge rock.
Upon seeing the middle-aged man lifting the huge rock so easily, Rory Queen could not help but become serious.
Rory was very clear in his heart that the rock was specially used to test one's strength.
For the middle-aged man to be able to lift that boulder so easily, he might be a tier 7 or tier 6 genetic warrior.
"Very well. You're indeed qualified to help me."
Rory Queen said with satisfaction.
"Thank you for your appreciation, Sir Viscount."
When the middle-aged man heard Rory Queen's words, his expression was very respectful.
"Oh right, What's your name?"
At that moment, Rory Queen recalled that he still did not know how to address the middle-aged man.
"My name is Uetersen, and I'm the third in my family. Sir Viscount, you can call me Three."
Uetersen replied.
"Three? That's not bad. I like it."
"I heard you say that you want to help me deal with Emerson Cole?"
Rory Queen narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
"Just give me the order. I'm willing to do anything for you."
"Okay!"
"Mingka, take Three into the dark forest to find Emerson Cole. When necessary..."
Rory Queen made a gesture of cutting his throat.
"Yes, sir."
Mingka, the guard beside Rory, nodded and left after hearing his order.
Uetersen, who was beside him, also left with Mingka.
"Emerson, I hope you can survive in the dark forest. Otherwise, if you don't appear after a month, then your sister... Hahahaha!"
Speaking of Lucy, a lewd smile appeared on Rory Queen's face. It looked very scary.
...
In the depths of the dark forest.
"Sob..."
"Where am I? Why am I lying here?"
Tifa woke up from her deep sleep and found herself lying under a big tree. She was very confused.
She clearly remembered that she was being chased. Emerson was escaping with her a moment ago. Why did she stop here?
"Ah! It hurts..."
Tifa, who wanted to get up, found that her whole body was sore, especially her feet. She felt a piercing pain, which made her gasp.
"Emerson?"
"Emerson Cole?"
"Where are you? Come out quickly. I'll listen to you from now on. Okay?"
At this moment, Tifa was in so much pain that tears were about to stream out of her eyes.
Moreover, there was a nauseating stench coming from her body, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.
She had never suffered since she was young, and this was the first time she had suffered so much. She wanted to cry so badly.
However, no matter how she called out, there was no response, not even a reply.
"Damn you, Emerson Cole, don't let me get my hands on you. If I find you, I'll teach you a lesson."
Tifa called out a few more times, but there was still no response. She was starting to calm down.
She used the tree beside her as support and tried to stand up. Then, she looked at her current position.
Tifa realized that she was in the depths of the dark forest. Her sight was blocked by the tall tree and she could not tell where she was at that moment.
"Gulp."
She was hungry. With that, it made her feel more uncomfortable.
"Damn you, Emerson Cole. Sh*tty Emerson Cole. I think you really want me to suffer for a little while."
Tifa felt hungry, and she knew that she could not stay there for too long. She had to find some food. Otherwise, she would starve to death before Emerson appeared.
After looking around, Tifa decided to turn back.
She knew that she was too weak at the moment. If she continued to walk deeper and encountered mutated creatures, she would not even have the ability to fight back. She could only wait for death silently if she were to face a mutated creature.
Moreover, the strong feeling of hunger made her have no choice but to quickly find food to eat.
Only by recovering her physical strength could she have the ability to protect herself in the dark forest.
On the other side.
Emerson followed the direction in his memory and continued to rush toward Tifa's location.
His speed was more than twice as fast as before.
His entire body was like a sharp sword as he shuttled through the dark forest at high speed.
Some mutated creatures only felt a gust of wind blow past them, but they did not discover Emerson.
"Wait for me. Please wait for me."
Looking at Tifa's location, Emerson Cole did not know why, but he felt a little nervous. A bad premonition arose in his heart.
Moreover, the closer he got, the stronger the bad premonition became.
Indeed. By the time he arrived here, Tifa had already disappeared.
"Damn you. Didn't I tell her to wait here? Can she just listen to me once?"
Emerson stood where Tifa was lying previously and could not help but curse.
However, Emerson understood that since Tifa had left, it was useless for him to be angry.
There was a high possibility that Tifa left after she woke up.
"Which direction will she go?"
Emerson stood where he was and circled around. He frowned and kept thinking about which direction Tifa would go.
"Hmm? This is... Blood?"
He saw faint traces of blood on the weeds under his feet.
Emerson let out a soft cry. However, he did not find any traces of a fight there. Where did the blood come from?
Judging from the degree of dryness of the blood, the blood was still very fresh.
Soon, Emerson Cole found several more traces of blood.
Emerson was delighted when he found more blood.
He had been thinking which direction to look for Tifa, but with the guidance of the blood, it was only a matter of time before he found her.