The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4872

Chapter 4872 Hardly Worth Mentioning
On the sidelines, Ararat was a picture of embarrassment, consumed with shame.

“Why were you imprisoned then? Tell me the truth. I can help you break free from this captivity,” Jared asked curiously.

“I... I... I merely accidentally brushed against a female immortal's bottom. Who would have known her father was a golder immortal? Hence, he imprisoned me here because of it.”

The scholar spoke, revealing a hint of uneasiness.

The volume of the speech gradually diminished. It was clearly deliberate, far from being unintentional.

After hearing it all, Jared managed to suppress his laughter. He looked at Ararat, realizing that they seemed to have offended the same female immortal.

“I'll free you from your prisoner imprint, and in return, you serve me for three hundred years. How does that sound?” Jared asked.

“All right, but if you break the prisoner imprint and incur Heavenly Punishment, and you end up dead, don't expect me to intervene!” the scholar exclaimed.

“Don't worry. A mere golder immortal's Heavenly Punishment is nothing to me!”

Once Jared finished speaking, he abruptly pressed his palm down onto the floor of the grand hall.

As the glow gradually rose from the floor of the grand hall, the prisoner imprint slowly materialized. Just like the seals of Kishor and Ararat, the seal was coursing with red blood within.

Just as Jared was preparing to break the prisoner imprint, it suddenly trembled and vanished into thin air.

Confused for a moment, the scholar quickly moved his body, his face full of astonishment.

“The prisoner imprint has vanished...” the scholar said.

Jared was left stunned and bewildered, rooted to the spot. “Why did it run off?”

Upon seeing the situation, Ararat hurriedly began to explain, “Mr. Chance, it must have been scared of you. The moment you made your move, it ran off.”

“Stop spouting nonsense. That prisoner's mark is just a symbol. It doesn't have a mind of its own. How could it possibly escape on its own? Without a doubt, it was the person who set the prisoner imprint, who suddenly withdrew it. Could it be that you, my friend, have some sort of connection with the golder immortal who imprisoned me?” the scholar, intrigued, turned to Jared and asked.

Jared shook his head. How could he possibly have any connection with the golder immortal? He didn't even know him at all.

“Sir, you're free now. Don't forget your promise!” Jared exclaimed.

“Of course, since I've promised you, I'll certainly serve you for three hundred years. But brace yourself for the Heavenly Punishment. Once you've weathered that, then we can discuss other matters,” the scholar cautioned Jared.

“Both of you, keep your distance. I wouldn't want you getting caught up in this.”

Having had the experiences of the previous two times, Jared felt much more at ease.