Chapter 779

​​After another ten minutes, Lionel finally caught up with them. Cyrus had already shot and killed three large fish by the water's edge. He threw them to Lionel, who was still gasping for his breath. "Kill the fish and clean them. Roast them in the cave, and then clear a path," Cyrus ordered. A pang of aggrievement shot through Lionel. Despite his strength, he was reduced to acting as a manservant for this Summerland brat. In Morbia, manservants were the lowest of the low. But he could only comply. He picked up the fish and started cleaning them by the water. "Will you cure me after I finish this?" Lionel asked. "Depends on my mood." "You fucking—" Lionel was furious, but he dared not resist. He regretted showing off in front of Cyrus, who appeared modest on the surface but had skills beyond measure. If Lionel were a Morbian lion, Cyrus would likely be a Summerlandian dragon. But why would someone like him participate in a deathmatch? He continued to clean the fi