Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling!
Just as the sword was closing in on Alexander at an alarming proximity, a sudden, melodious jingle of a silver bell broke the tension. The sound was crisp, its waves spreading outward like ripples on an ocean surface.
In an instant, the Hell Warriors paused, their swords hanging in mid-air. Those behind them also came to a halt, their gaze collectively shifting to the silver bell in Alexander's hand.
The next moment—
The symphonic friction of armor reverberated. Six Hell Warriors, even including the two dwarves standing guard at the entrance of the Hell Warrior mansion, simultaneously dropped to one knee. "Greetings, Inspection envoy!"
Dumbfounded!
Edward's eyes widened as he stood there, stupefied.
They actually submitted? What on Earth is that bell in Alexander's hand? It seemed vaguely familiar, something so powerful that even the Hell Warriors submitted at its sound!
