Captain Archibald 소설 & 이야기

he said, and Rael frowned. “What is it?” “Archibald, Alpha of Riverside Pack, just arrived. But that’s not all…” he paused, steadying his breath. “He’s here with an army.”

I ate it just to spite him. We were sitting on a bench, me trying not to shiver, him scrolling through comments on the post like it was the morning paper. “‘They look so happy’,” he read aloud, smirking. “‘Captain finally bagged a baddie.’ ‘He’s way out of her eague.’ That one actually was not my favorite. I rolled my eyes. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “It’s kinda fun.” He bumps my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re having fun too.”

However, she moved on, oblivious to his gaze. Finally, Oddor asked the question that had been on Sethlzaar's mind since he stepped into the room. "I do not see Captain Arloc. Is he still with us?" "No," one of the captains who Sethlzaar identified as Fulrik, a man of Tarc heritage, answered. "We lost him in the ambush. Rest assured, those Merdendi savages will pay for what they have done." We killed theirs and they've killed ours. Sethlzaar sipped his now almost empty cup of wine. There is no payment to be made.

Though he was a man who had seen his fair share of battles and bloodshed, he still got a little nervous. “Hehe!” Archie smiled faintly and stated, “Given the personalities of Tyr and Regal Palace, they most definitely don’t plan to chat with us.” “So?” “I’ll launch an attack on them. You all just need to clean up the mess.” As soon as his voice fell, Archie leaped off the boat abruptly. The next second, his body was suspended above the river’s surface. Then, he stepped on the waterspout formed by the river water as he took off for the island.

“He says he’s proud of the championship. But I know he still wants me in the company boardroom by fall.” Vivi set her brush down. She walked over and wrapped her arms around him. They stood like that for a long time, his chin resting on her head. The embrace carried everything they couldn’t say—the fear of the future, the strength they found in each other, the quiet promise that they would not let outside forces pull them apart. Marcus sent daily updates. The unknown sender had gone silent, but that silence felt louder than any threat. Professor Lang added extra security volunteers. The rugby boys volunteered to stand near the stage during the ceremony. Everyone was watching, waiting.

“He and his brother helped us take down Cyrius, but Nirvana took all the heavy lifting. Isn’t he in Cumbria?” “Yes, but he may ask for blood to help us.” Someone just picked up his call. “Archibald, do you have Ren?” He put it on speaker. “My my my. I really thought you were dead, mate.” His British accent was so thick, almost sounded like Geordie. “How are you still even alive after the car bomb?” “Archie, you’re on loudspeaker. My friends are listening.” “Right. My bad, but where’s the girl?”

“What?!” “What’s going on?! The captain of the Special Brigade actually shows so much respect for Alex Rockefeller, and even called him ‘chief’?! What kind of chief was Alex Rockefeller?!” “I don’t know! Could it be that he’s also a member of the Special Brigade now? The way he jumped down from the eighth floor just now really makes it seem like he had the essence of the king of war, but… Why does it feel so mysterious?” Many people from Dorothy-Alex Construction knew Alex.

Even though she was older, the charming, graceful middle-aged woman was the captain of the 1st division, and her name was Felicity Lawrence. There were five captains and more than 100 elite members of Admiralporium gathered there. The captain of the 2nd division, Drake Thompson, the captain of the 3rd division, Micah Crawford, the captain of the 4th division, Jasper Henderson, and an old acquaintance, Shien Cooke, were all there. Drake had met Kayson before in Clouspring as well. He had made a fool of himself in Kayson’s presence. At this very moment, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not acquainted with Kayson and he refused to look at him.

Even though she was older, the charming, graceful middle-aged woman was the captain of the 1st division, and her name was Felicity Lawrence. There were five captains and more than 100 elite members of Admiralporium gathered there. The captain of the 2nd division, Drake Thompson, the captain of the 3rd division, Micah Crawford, the captain of the 4th division, Jasper Henderson, and an old acquaintance, Shien Cooke, were all there. Drake had met Kayson before in Clouspring as well. He had made a fool of himself in Kayson’s presence. At this very moment, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not acquainted with Kayson and he refused to look at him.

At one point, Captain had climbed up the stairs and was only one step lower than Shadow but still taller than her. “I’d say two, but we are short of time, so I’d say three.” “Three weeks? Why is that?” A nod. “The plan should be aligned with Albert’s wedding day.” “Albert?” Shadow pointed at overwhelming Albert who was standing far from them. The royal family had left the place at some point because this was not their fight even though they were tightly related to everything that had happened. “Ah, the handsome wolf.” His off-handed comment flustered Albert. The wolf looked at him fondly because Captain held no prejudice against him or was even scared of his appearance.