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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 2812

Night fell, and the moonlight gleamed brightly.

“Mr. Lawrence, the two of them have gone to bed,” Harlan reported respectfully, bowing.

Beside the lamp, Roman sat cross-legged in meditation, his eyes still closed. “Alright. Go get some rest.”

Harlan looked up, hesitating several times before finally speaking. “Mr. Lawrence… why do you want me to monitor those two? The Lloyd family’s Dragon Prince is seriously injured. No matter what, shouldn’t we at least help stabilize his condition first?”

He continued, “The Lloyd family of Chetvine is a prestigious noble house. The Dragon Prince once did Mount Lourneau a favor. Omari even served in his squad.”

Roman’s eyes snapped open.

“Shut up, you fool!” he scolded. “Do I need you to tell me what to do?”

Harlan broke into a cold sweat and immediately dropped to his knees. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lawrence! I meant no disrespect.”

In major martial sects like Mount Lourneau, the hierarchy between elders and disciples was absolute.

Roman said coldly, “I told you to keep watch over those two. Just do it. You don’t need to know anything else—and you shouldn’t ask questions. Understood?”

“Yes, Mr. Lawrence!” Harlan replied quickly.

Roman waved his hand. “You may go.”

Harlan withdrew at once.

Roman sat alone, the oil lamp flickering beside a small side table. A slip of paper lay near the lamp, its edge lifting in the breeze. Written on it was a single bold word:

Death.

Roman’s expression remained blank.

This was Guillermo’s order.

Whether he carried it out, however, depended entirely on his mood—and his mood depended on how much Guillermo was paying him, and how much risk he was willing to take.

Roman spent the entire night wrestling with the question of whether to kill Andrew.

Killing him outright was impossible. The forces backing Andrew were far too powerful, and even the Lloyd royal family alone was someone Roman would never dare offend.

Yet an old saying lingered in his mind: fortune favored the bold.

Guillermo had offered a ridiculous sum, and according to him, Andrew was already crippled—no real threat.

Roman had doubted that claim at first, terrified that Guillermo was setting him up.

However, after secretly observing Andrew from afar earlier that day, excitement surged through him. Andrew truly was a wreck—someone Roman could crush with one hand.

If he attacked directly, Roman was absolutely confident he could kill the Dragon Prince in seconds. But doing so would drag him into a catastrophe he could never escape.

So there was only one option: strike from the shadows.

Outside, a dark cloud drifted across the moon, plunging the mountains into deeper darkness.

Roman rose and walked to the door as a cold wind brushed past him. His eyes darkened.

With a hard clench of his jaw, he made his decision.

If he succeeded, he would finally break through and step into the martial god realm, fulfilling the dream he had chased his entire life.

Roman was nearly sixty. Though he practiced high-level martial arts at Mount Lourneau and knew techniques to preserve his appearance—making him look only in his early forties—he knew the truth.

Without a new opportunity, this was as far as he could go.

He had barely scraped into the martial emperor tier, and even that was only because Luther had personally supported him.

Even so, he wasn’t satisfied. His ambition stretched far beyond his current ceiling.

To become a martial god—a true giant of the martial world—he believed every risk was worth taking. After all, he believed the purpose of a lifetime of training was to stand at the highest peak.

“Andrew,” he whispered into the night as a twisted smile crept across his face, “you can’t blame me for this.”

The next morning, Andrew and Valerie got up and had breakfast.

Meals at Mount Lourneau were simple and plain, with nothing worth commenting on.

As soon as they finished, Valerie could no longer hold back.

“Hey—where’s Mr. Lawrence?”

Harlan stepped forward. “Ms. Reyes, please wait.”

Valerie rolled her eyes. “I’m done waiting. Just tell me what his deal is.”