278 Dark Elves

"Are you alright, Master Bennett?" Master Alfred jumped off his wolf. He was worried because he saw Abel lying amongst a puddle of blood.

"Thanks for your timely aid, Master Alfred. Don't worry, though. I can handle this myself."

 Abel was thankful that Alfred Master showed up at the right time. If he had shown up a bit later, he would've had to expose his true strength by using a wizard spell against the assassins.

"Poisoned arrows!" Master Alfred called out as he noticed the black shine on the arrow. Luckily, Abel's golden combat qi was preventing the poison from entering his vital organs. Even with Alfred, he could still stand up on his own two legs.

"Stop moving, Master Bennett! You'll make the poison reach your heart faster!" said Master Alfred, holding onto Abel.

Abel said, waving his hand dismissing his concerns, "It's nothing. Just a little bit of poison."