Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 943 - 538: Wait, Is This the City of Hope?_2

Chapter 943: Chapter 538: Wait, Is This the City of Hope?_2

“Miss, you have so casually discovered my residence; if you wish to take action against me next time, wouldn’t it be as easy as flipping your hand? If Miss Snow does not explain, I can only seek justice from the City Lord.”

Having said that, he put on a look as if he was truly about to seek someone’s judgment, and that someone was the City Lord.

At this Snow Wood panicked and suddenly blocked Logan’s path.

“Wait a moment, Young Master Logan, why go to such lengths? Fine, I can tell you, but please also promise me, Young Master Logan, not to divulge this matter to anyone else.”

Logan tilted his head, seemingly puzzled by this request.

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But he did not agree easily and instead questioned her in return.

“The sincerity of Miss Snow will be the judge of that, won’t it?”

Snow Wood took a deep breath, lifted her gaze slightly, and looked at him earnestly.

“I won’t hide it from Young Master Logan, I actually had set up watchers outside the City Lord’s Mansion. I have always wanted to know your whereabouts, but I could never find out, and the City Lord would surely not tell me. I had no choice but to find a way myself, sending a bunch of people to watch day and night outside the City Lord’s Mansion. If they saw where you went, they would inform me immediately. As for your whereabouts, well, I actually searched room by room. As it turns out, I wasn’t wrong.”

Upon learning the whole process, Logan…

No, he was almost speechless. Was Miss Snow this obsessive?

Just to avoid him for a while, she actually had people watching outside day and night.

No wonder she found him so quickly. With such persistence, it seemed impossible to make her give up.

Logan sighed softly to himself, and through her own account, he once again confirmed that Miss Snow was determined to not give up until reaching her goal.

For him, this was not good news.

However, one reacts accordingly—defense against attacks, dikes against floods.

He had originally intended to avoid her, but now confronted head-on, he stood unflinchingly, with no need to hide anymore.

“Very well, it seems Miss Snow is unremitting in her focus on me. What exactly is it, Miss Snow? Just speak plainly, will you?”

Snow Wood’s gaze was stern as she looked at him, the depths of her eyes glimmering with an inscrutable and obscure light.

She pursed her lips, speaking with deep meaning.

“You know very well, Young Master Logan, you are fully aware of my purpose here.”

Logan remained silent.

Snow Wood seemed somewhat disappointed and then continued to complete her thought on her own.

“I came merely to ask you one thing. I am very curious why you chose to concede. I’ve seen your previous matches, your strength is formidable, was like a force of nature. You should have had the ability to fight me, so why, why did you choose a straightforward defeat at the moment of facing me? This does not resemble your character!”

Because she had realized his capabilities.

Snow Wood had actually always wanted to have a match with him.

But she never expected that before the two of them even stood on the arena, what awaited her was his concession.

This matter was her regret, and might even become her inner demon in the future. If she does not clarify it now, Snow Wood would surely not rest.

Logan wasn’t surprised by her question.

Besides this matter, she likely had nothing else to discuss with him.

He slightly raised his eyebrows and provided a very ordinary answer.

“I conceded because I was outmatched. It’s as simple as that.”

“Outmatched?”

Hearing this reason, Snow Wood seemed somewhat surprised, yet not completely so, murmuring to herself, her gaze flickering, uncertain whether to believe it or not.

Suddenly, she realized something, giving him a quick up and down glance.

“These days without seeing you, Young Master Logan, you have improved quite a bit from before. This is, the Saint Seat Fifth Level, congratulations to Young Master Logan.”

Snow Wood bowed slightly, her words superficially congratulatory, but her eyes revealed more of an inquisitive probe.

This advancement of Logan’s was indeed astonishing.

Clearly, earlier he was only at a lower level of the Saint Seat, but now he had leaped several grades.

Yet, it had only been a matter of months, which was truly surprising.

Such a talent, even placed within a Sect, would be one of the very best.

One couldn’t help but wonder what background Logan came from; he must come from no ordinary origins.

Logan had no idea that in such a short span of time, Snow Wood had already indulged in much fantasizing.

She even compared their talents with each other.

She considered herself a genius as well, but compared to Logan, there seemed to be a huge gap.

“Miss Snow, I have already told you the answer you wanted; can you leave now?”

Logan didn’t know what this person was thinking with that flickering gaze and just wanted to quickly rid himself of such a nuisance without causing too much trouble.

Snow Wood sensed an intent to drive her away in his tone and inexplicably felt displeased.

She, Snow Wood, was the dream lover of many men.

Yet this Logan had never shown her the admiring expressions other men did, and sometimes he even seemed a bit… impatient.

It was precisely his attitude that made Snow Wood all the more interested.

“No, I didn’t come here just for this answer; I also want to finish what was left undone before.”

As she spoke, the movements of her hands were graceful, making a gesture of challenging to a duel.

“Young Master Logan, let us have a contest.”

Logan’s mouth twitched; he had foreseen this, which was why he didn’t want to meet with Snow Wood.

What good would fighting and killing do? It would be of no use to him.

Logan was rather speechless, naturally refusing things that were of no benefit to him.

“No thanks, Miss Snow; I have no interest in competing and don’t enjoy fighting with others. If you really must determine a winner, then let’s assume that I have lost, and let us stop at that. I hope you won’t pursue me any further.”

When Snow Wood heard those last few words, she widened her eyes in shock.

“Pursue you? Do you really think I am pursuing you?”

If Snow Wood were to speak to other men, they would be overjoyed and wouldn’t know what to do with themselves, let alone challenge her to a duel.

But Logan had actually used the word “pursuit” to describe her actions.

As if she were some shameless, incessantly bothering person.

Even the typically composed Snow Wood’s cheeks flushed with a touch of shame and annoyance, but more than that, with stubbornness.

“No, you must fight me; I must determine who is superior!”

It was rare for her to make such a fuss over someone, but since the fuss had been made, wouldn’t it be a waste if there was no outcome?

Snow Wood didn’t indulge in pointless endeavors; besides, she had to admit, not only had Logan successfully aroused her combativeness, but also her curiosity.

She had to see through a victory or loss, otherwise, she would definitely not leave.

Seeing such stubbornness in Snow Wood, Logan held his forehead, feeling somewhat helpless.

“Miss Snow, I truly don’t understand why you insist on challenging me to a duel. If you asked, there would be many others willing to fight, so why do you bother with me when I am unwilling?”

Snow Wood pouted.

“You said it yourself that others are willing; then why aren’t you? It is precisely because you act differently from others that I must fight you. The more you say so, the less others catch my eye.”

Logan: …

How did it feel like he had dug a pit for himself to jump into; like he had overplayed his hand.

His lips were pressed into a straight line, seemingly contemplating what was right.

After much thought, he still couldn’t figure out a good solution.

At this point, Snow Wood couldn’t wait any longer. Seeing that he still didn’t agree, she grew somewhat anxious.

Her eyes swept around, considering carefully, before she offered a generous reward.

“Of course, Young Master Logan, I wouldn’t ask you to compete with me for nothing. If you can win against me, I promise you can choose any treasure from our Falling Snow Sect. The Falling Snow Sect is no ordinary sect; I think even someone like you would be interested.”

With her position within the sect, it wouldn’t be difficult for her Master to give up a treasure.

Initially, Logan had no interest in any of this and was thinking about how to decline. Still, upon hearing about this reward, his eyes suddenly sparkled, and his thoughts changed.

The Falling Snow Sect was no minor sect; if he could truly take whatever he wanted from their treasures, he would certainly be able to choose a suitable weapon for himself.

“Are you serious?”