Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3271

The black-clad man's movements were incredibly refined. His figure cut through the night like a great eagle beneath Chetvine's dark sky. He avoided the brightly lit main district and instead moved through the low, tightly packed buildings of the old town, weaving smoothly between shadows.

Before long, he vanished completely into the night.

When he appeared again, he was already on the outskirts of Chetvine, inside a lone house, and someone had been waiting for him there.

It was a clean-shaven, pale-faced middle-aged man, who merely nodded as a greeting when he saw the black-clad figure. His gaze immediately fell on Guillermo, who was being carried in the black-clad man's hand.

At this moment, Guillermo was half unconscious, blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth. His left eye socket was a mess of torn flesh and blood.

Clearly, he was blind in that eye.

The middle-aged man, Wesley Mackenzie, was utterly shocked. "That brat could still unleash that kind of power and injure Guillermo this badly?"

The black-clad man, Cormac Cavendish, snorted coldly. "It's not just about the injuries. If I'd arrived a moment later, Guillermo would've been dead for sure."

As the two conversed, the semi-conscious Guillermo suddenly straightened his body. He staggered and nearly collapsed. Without a word, he fumbled in his coat and pulled out a handful of pills, shoving them all into his mouth at once.

Then, without even glancing at the two men, he sat cross-legged on the ground and immediately began meditating.

As he meditated, his complexion gradually improved.

Cormac and Wesley did not rush him; they simply waited nearby.

Wesley whispered, "Did you take care of Andrew while you were at it?"

Though Cormac's face was hidden, it was not hard to imagine that his expression was not pleasant. "No. Someone rescued him."

At that very moment, Guillermo opened his remaining eye. With only one eye, he looked particularly grotesque, even ugly. He struggled to his feet, saying nothing. Then, he went to treat the massive wound in his abdomen that Andrew had caused.

Cormac stepped forward. "Mr. Vazquez, let me help you."

Guillermo said flatly, "No need. Your family certainly showed up just in time."

Both Wesley and Cormac heard the dissatisfaction, even resentment, in Guillermo's tone.

Wesley smiled faintly. "Mr. Vazquez, you can't blame the Cavendish family for this. You suddenly ran off to the Lloyd family to kill Andrew. If Cormac hadn't arrived in time, you might already be dead."

Guillermo's face twisted in agony as he grimaced in pain. He forcibly pressed medicinal powder into the gaping wound. Then, using a red-hot dagger, he sterilized the area around the wound, searing it inch by inch. His ruthless method made Wesley's eyelids twitch.

Cormac, the second strongest member of the Cavendish royal family, however, showed no reaction. After treating his wound, Guillermo was completely exhausted.