Chapter 35

Ezra Miller's men roared in victory. None of them had any doubt about his skills, and they never questioned him. He had never failed to defeat any opponent before, and he never ceased to amaze them with his skills at every war.

"Is there anyone else that wants to challenge me?" He demanded, his voice cold and harsh, like the sting of a scorpion. "Is there?"

But his voice was met with silence. No one dared challenge him from King Ichabod's men. Slowly, the king himself stepped forward, and Ezra turned to give him a hard look.

"Who are you, son?" He inquired.

"Ezra Miller," he said harshly. "I'm the outcast son of the Jeroboam clan."

The king smiled and said, "I won't forget that name, son." He stretched the staff to him and said, "Take this to your king; it's the staff that I used to govern my people."

As Ezra stretched his hand out to receive the staff, a cold voice said, "Not so fast. Defeat me and my men, and you shall have the staff."

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