The Strongest Warrior’s Revenge by Valerie Bach

Chapter 320

“Now, can you converse with me civilly?”

Gavin’s voice dripped with icy detachment, and his eyes brimmed with a profound sense of disdain.

The King of Northguard, gasping for breath as his life was squeezed away, cast a horrified gaze upon

Gavin. In that desperate moment, a fiery determination blazed within his heart.

‘This Gavin was truly infuriating. He had the audacity to treat me this way, causing chaos and even

taking lives within his Northguard Imperial Residence. I, the esteemed King of Northguard, was now

being manipulated by this upstart. If news of this were to spread, wouldn’t it subject my reputation in

Blearus to ridicule? No matter how much I pondered it, I hadn’t anticipated that this young man would

possess such strength, far surpassing my own. If I continue to resist like this, am I doomed to meet my

end within my own Northguard Imperial Residence? And wouldn’t that lead to a seamless transfer of

my territory to another ruler?’

The King of Northguard contemplated for a lengthy moment, his gaze towards Gavin turning fiercely

determined. With no other option, he uttered.

“Yes… Yes…”

Gavin gazed at the flushed countenance of the King of Northguard held in his grasp and spoke with

calm composure.

“Very well.”

In an instant, he clutched the King of Northguard’s throat, and they both vanished. into thin air.

The Northguard Army stared in astonishment at King of Northguard, who had just been choked by

Gavin within the confines of King of Northguard’s Mansion. In the blink of an eye, both of them

vanished from their view.

This group of people looked around in a panic, and chaos erupted in an instant. ‘Gavin should have

known where to take the King of Northguard, but his sudden disappearance left us puzzled. The

pressing question on their minds was, what should they do next? The safety of the Lord of the North

was undoubtedly at risk. Could Gavin have taken his life? The Northguard Imperial Residence couldn’t

afford to be without a leader for even a day!’

Fearful and uncertain, the soldiers of the Northguard Army scanned their surroundings anxiously.

Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads, a testament to the growing tension and apprehension that

gripped them.

After an indeterminate span of time.

Suddenly, the voice of the King of Northguard echoed from the Northguard Imperial Residence.

“All soldiers of the Northguard Army, pay heed!

“Immediately commence a search throughout my domain for these two ladies and ensure their safety.

Report any findings directly to the Imperial Residence without delay!”

The entire Northguard Army was taken aback upon hearing the commanding voice of the King of

Northguard!

It was the voice of the King of Northguard!

The relief washed over them, ‘he was still alive, and as long as he lived, hope endured!’

Subsequently, news of the two women, Zoe and Layla, quickly disseminated throughout the entire

Northguard Army.

The Northguard Army found themselves in a state of bewilderment, utterly perplexed by the unfolding

events, with no clear understanding of the situation. In this moment of uncertainty, the furious roar of

the King of Northguard reverberated once more.

“What are you waiting for? Move quickly!”

The Northguard Army was utterly astonished. With a resounding thud, they all knelt before the King of

Northguard and shouted in unison.

“Yes, Your Highness!”

Within the Northguard Imperial Residence, Gavin occupied the throne that once belonged to the King

of Northguard.

The King of Northguard himself had been reduced to a mere subordinate. He stood alongside Gavin,

serving him obediently.

Gavin cast a brief glance at the coffee in his cup and then turned his gaze toward the King of

Northguard standing beside him. Although no words were spoken, King of Northguard grasped the

unspoken message. He directed his attention to the servants in the mansion and shouted.

“Hurry and prepare a pot of coffee. You’ve already brewed the Blue Mountain cat poop coffee that I’ve

cherished for so long,” he ordered.

The individuals below dared not raise their gaze and promptly scurried out of the

room.

The King of Northguard then turned to Gavin, sporting a smile, and remarked. “The servants seem to

be unfamiliar with the protocols. Please pardon their oversight.

“I will certainly ensure they receive proper discipline in the days to come.”

Upon hearing the King of Northguard’s words, Gavin didn’t even bother to glance in his direction. He

casually propped his legs up on the table and closed his eyes, displaying an air of indifference.

“The weather has taken a turn lately, and my legs aren’t as spry as usual,” he remarked casually,

offering an explanation for his relaxed posture.

The King of Northguard cast a troubled gaze at Gavin’s feet resting on the table. His face turned

crimson with frustration as he glared at Gavin.

‘This is utterly infuriating! Does this kid seriously expect me to massage his legs? Is this an insinuation

that I, the powerful King of Northguard, should become the servant of this ignorant youngster?’

In this moment, Gavin detected no signs of any imminent action or movement. Therefore, he opened

his eyes and directed his gaze toward the King of

Northguard, who stood nearby.

The King of Northguard noticed Gavin’s furrowed brow as he directed his gaze at him.

‘Yet, considering that I am a guest under someone else’s roof, how could I not show some deference

and humility? Whoever asks an old man likes me to feel so feeble in this situation?’

In response, the King of Northguard wore a smile and gently placed his hand on Gavin’s leg. He then

spoke.

“Furthermore, I’ve never massaged anyone’s legs before. If my technique isn’t up to par, please bear

with it. Be patient,” he remarked, displaying a willingness to comply with Gavin’s expectations.

“Never mind.”

Hence, the King of Northguard, sporting a concerned expression, began massaging Gavin’s legs.

Gavin, in response, merely glanced at the King of Northguard and closed his eyes once more, reveling

in the moment.

After some time had passed, Gavin stretched his arms and arched his back, presumably to alleviate

any tension or discomfort.

Promptly, the King of Northguard transitioned to massaging Gavin’s shoulders and back, as if eager to

provide further relaxation and comfort.

At this moment, a servant entered the room, carrying a tray with a pot of Blue Mountain cat poop

coffee.

“Your Highness, the coffee is ready,” the servant announced respectfully.

The King of Northguard gestured to the servant with a wave of his hand, signaling for the servant to

depart.

He glanced at Gavin, who was reclining with his eyes shut, and released a prolonged sigh. Employing

the same method his servants typically used to prepare coffee for him, he looked back at Gavin and

said with a smile,

“Give this coffee a taste. What are your thoughts?”

Gavin opened his eyes and detected a subtle aroma of coffee wafting through the air. It was evident

that this coffee had been meticulously brewed.

The King of Northguard observed Gavin with a smile. Just as he was about to take a seat beside him,

Gavin gave him a significant look.

Gavin cast a glance at the coffee on the table and then back at the King of

Northguard.

The King of Northguard felt his anger surge. ‘Gavin is proving to be nothing more than an ungrateful

individual. Does he seriously expect me to feed him coffee? I had never made such a request of my

servants before. At most, they would prepare coffee, but never had they been subjected to such a

demeaning task. At most, we would go to great lengths to fight with him, even to the point of risking our

lives.’

In this moment, the King of Northguard’s anger surged, gradually intensifying. Gavin could clearly

discern the anger etched on the King of Northguard’s countenance. Nevertheless, he remained

unperturbed, as the King of Northguard had brought this upon himself.

‘People must face the consequences of their actions, don’t they?’ Gavin thought calmly.

Gavin glanced at the coffee on the table and spoke in a composed manner. “King of Northguard’s

coffee-making skills are quite impressive. I’m curious if this coffee is delightful.

“If I were to handle it myself, you wouldn’t have the privilege of sitting here. “What do you think? The

King of Northguard.”

Certainly, the King of Northguard comprehended the underlying message in Gavin’s words. It wasn’t

solely about coffee; Gavin was compelling him to make concessions.

A life-and-death confrontation was not a path the King of Northguard was willing to tread.

He was utterly outmatched by Gavin!

Therefore, he balled his fists and took another deep breath. He turned his gaze toward Gavin and

forced a smile.

“Delightful coffee, without a doubt!” he replied with a forced grin.

The King of Northguard lifted the coffee cup, removed the lid, lightly tapped it twice, and then brought it

to Gavin’s lips. Gavin gently blew on the coffee to cool it before taking a sip. He then looked at the King

of Northguard and remarked.

“It’s indeed excellent coffee!” Gavin acknowledged with a nod.

At that very moment, a figure swiftly entered through the door, only to be utterly stunned by the sight of

the King of Northguard serving Gavin!

The King of Northguard was indeed massaging a young boy’s legs, tending to his back, and even

serving him coffee!

With a dumbfounded expression, the newcomer brought a hand to his

eyes and

rubbed them vigorously, struggling to accept the reality before him. ‘What on earth had transpired

here? How could our master, the King of Northguard, be reduced to the role of someone else’s

servant?’

It was an unprecedented and bewildering scene for him.

‘Yet, that person was Gavin, the very individual who had throttled the King of Northguard at the

entrance. It raised a perplexing question: was the King of Northguard genuinely powerless against

Gavin to the extent that he was willing to assume a subservient role?’

“Gulp.” The newcomer swallowed hard, his apprehension and confusion palpable.

The scene he had witnessed in that room would forever be etched into his

memory.