Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1758

In the end, Mason lay in a pool of blood with his head cracked open and bleeding. His threats and frantic curses gradually turned into shallow, ragged breaths. His eyes filled with despair and fury as he glared at Andrew, looking like he wanted to devour him alive.

Ryder said coldly, "Someone take this man to the nursing home! Treat him exactly the way he treated Grandpa!"

Mason's whole body trembled as he struggled desperately. Yet, it was useless. He was directly dragged away with all four limbs lifted off the ground.

"Andrew, may you die a horrible death! The High Oracle will definitely avenge me!" Mason's final wail echoed through the hall.

He never imagined that at such a young age, he would be sent to a nursing home. He had just sworn an oath earlier, never expecting it to come true so quickly.

Mason wanted to cry, but the tears would not come out.

Andrew frowned. He still had not figured out the cult organization behind Mason.

Ryder said, "Mr. Lloyd, I've already asked around in every way I could. My father really doesn't know who that leader is. It's clear he was manipulated, too. Aside from the Voice of the Oracle, the High Oracle never gave him any real information."

That matched Andrew's expectations, so he simply nodded without saying more.

Then, came a voice, light and teasing. "Well, congratulations, Mr. Ulrich. You're now the head of the Ulrich family!"

It was Logan, stepping out with a smirk on his face.

Ryder's eyelid twitched, and he chuckled awkwardly. "Mr. Keller, please don't tease me. Don't worry. I won't forget how I got here."

Logan scoffed. "You better not forget. Because if Mr. Lloyd can help you take the throne, he can just as easily help someone else in the Ulrich family take it from you."

Seeing Ryder's face turn grim, Andrew chuckled and said, "Ignore him. Just focus on being the head of the Ulrich family. And while you're at it, keep an eye on that organization your father was mixed up in."

"Go to Holtrien, Gabo Creek, the city of Blumedale. Bring back the one this cult desires, and find out who killed our people, then eliminate them. Complete this mission, and you will regain your freedom."

The man trembled, and the chains rattled as he moved. "High Oracle, are you serious?"

A chilling laugh answered from the shadows. "Of course, I'm serious. But if you fail the mission, you already know what will happen."

The towering man's body shivered, and the fear in his eyes was obvious.

He knew exactly what would happen if he failed—death was the only outcome.

Even with over a thousand pounds of iron shackling him down and his shoulder blades locked to prevent escape, he could kill a martial king in just three moves. Yet, before the figure hidden in the shadows ahead, he was nothing. He was lower than dirt.

"Long live the Sacred Order," he whispered, bowing low in reverence.