There was not a trace of fear on Szlamy’s face. “Yeah, but I’m not afraid of that! I’m right. The great King of the Huns is on my side; he’s watching you. Kill me if you want!”

Attila the Hun had been dead for over a thousand years so Szlamy was actually referring to the sword of Attila. 

Dayetia hesitated. The sacred relic was right next to them. She would be going against her beliefs if she killed Szlamy.

“Get up. Shut your mouth. Say nothing when Xia comes back!” Dayetia put away the sniper rifle, glancing at Xia Lei’s bathing spot as she spoke. However, she saw only a blurry view of the water and the trees. Sniping Xia Lei in this environment seemed impossible. 

“Can you not kill Xia, Chieftain?” Szlamy looked pleadingly at Dayetia. 

“Who said I wanted to kill him?”

“Then, just now…?”

“I wanted to injure him, then make him… Never mind. You won’t understand if I tell you anyway. Just shut up about this. Don’t poke your nose into it.” Dayetia put the sniper rifle back in Xia Lei’s luggage. 

“Not killing him? What do you want...