What the young noble and the city watch didn't expect was that Mufasa, who appeared skinny and only had a slightly better complexion than the refugees, was very agile.
Even in this rather narrow ruin, he could nimbly use the load-bearing pillars in the room and the half-collapsed wall as cover, easily dodging the attacks. The city guards could not catch him at all. Instead, they were fooled around by him.
The young noble's expression darkened as he watched the city watch clumsily approach him like clowns in a play, only to be toyed with in every way possible.
"Enough! I don't have the time to play hide-and-seek with you!"
He roared and grabbed Nana, who was as thin as a match. He pulled out the ornamental sword from his waist and pressed it against her neck. "Surrender now, or I'll kill her!"
"How could you be considered a noble when you're so despicable?!" Mufasa leapt nimbly onto the doorframe to prevent himself from being ambushed, frowning and shouting down from a half-crouching position.
"That's why I hate talking to you peasants." The young noble said smugly, perhaps believing that victory was within his grasp. "So-called nobles are people like us with noble bloodlines, authority, and born to stand above others! Your wealth, lives, and everything you peasants have is ours! As long as he earns money for us, obeys us like an obedient animal, and doesn't give us any trouble, it'll be fine! Why do you always have your own ideas and put up such meaningless resistance? "
Mufasa appeared surprised.
He was definitely stunned by the young noble's point of view.
As a member of Cromwell's refugee camp who had followed Marni to Border Town, Mufasa was once a citizen of Lovinia, the capital of Tierra.
Since he was a peasant and didn't have much to do with nobles, he rarely saw them. Still, Tierra was relatively wealthy and only worshipped the Church of Games, which was why no other religion imposed harsh taxes. The people lived in peace, and nobles were naturally respected as officials.
Later, Tierra fell and Lovinia was reduced to a battlefield. The former citizens were left homeless, and in the end, it was Old Vanke, the clerk of Tierra and a former noble, who led everyone to Cromwell.
Although Mufasa could not meet Cromwell nobles as a refugee, they would at least provide relief food to the refugee camp every day and did not let the refugees starve to death.
Later, he followed Old Vanke to the town because he trusted him and became a Player. The nobles he came into contact with were Angora, who often mingled with the Players, and Princess Leah, who fought the Players with her fists.
That past experience made Mufasa subconsciously believe that nobles were important people who would stand up for their subjects and were worthy of respect. He also respected old Vanke, Angora, and the others from the bottom of his heart.
It was such a mindset that Mufasa was very law-abiding. Before today, he did not resist even when he was captured and hung on the city gates by the Lancaster city watch for preaching.
But today, this noble youth had opened his eyes in a certain sense. He had seen the dirty side of nobles that he could not see because of his status.
"I see. I understand now."
Mufasa said softly, hanging his head.
The abandoned house was not large, and there was not much noise as the city watch tried to surround Mufasa stealthily. That was why his voice was heard by everyone in the house.
"So you've finally decided to surrender? Hmph. Wasting so much of my time …" The noble thought that Mufasa had given up on struggling, only to find that he had drawn his ridiculously long rapier.
"Your thoughts are completely twisted. I've given up on making you a good person."
Mufasa pointed his longsword at the noble.
Feeling that he was fooled by Mufasa, the young noble promptly flew into a rage out of humiliation and yelled at the city watch who had already surrounded him. "Hurry up and capture him!"
Even so, they did not understand Mufasa's meaning.
Or rather, they understood, but did not take it to heart.
Mufasa leaped forward from the doorframe, and the city watch up ahead promptly made an 'Here comes my reward!' expression and extended their hands to capture Mufasa.
Too slow.
The heavy armor's attack may have been steady and powerful, but it was too slow in Mufasa's eyes.
The light reflected from the blade flashed at an unimaginable angle, and before the city watch could react, they were cut into pieces and watched helplessly as their bodies fell over the ground.
In the past, the heavy armors that they used to bully the commoners were completely useless at this moment. Like a piece of paper, they were easily cut apart along with their bodies!
The entire process from the moment Mufasa leaped down to the moment the city watch fell to the ground had only taken three seconds.
Some of the city watch, perhaps unable to react or having their ferocity aroused, drew their short swords and attempted to ambush Mufasa from behind.
However, with just a flash of the sword, those city guards were cut into two along with their weapons!
It was only then that the other city watch realized that they were not capturing some weak refugee, but a fiend in the truest sense of the word.
Amidst his shock, the young nobleman noticed Mufasa's longsword that was as clear as autumn waters, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.
Even though he had embezzled a portion of the money the city guards used to buy their armor, causing their heavy armor to be defective, it was still made of iron. A weapon that could easily cut through iron was definitely a treasure.
Still, he was not completely brainless, and knew that the only thing he could rely on right now was the city watch's bootlicker.
Don't be fooled by the fact that this person didn't seem to have any dignity when flattering him. However, a person who could become a city captain couldn't just rely on flattery alone. After all, the city lord wasn't a fool. He wouldn't place his life in the hands of a piece of trash.
In fact, the city watch named Bolt was quite skilled with the sword, and would have been an expert even in the capital.
Not only that, but when he was young, he had bribed the priests of the Temple of Glory with a broken Mark of the God of War. That was why he could use Combat Aura that far surpassed that of ordinary warriors. In some remote areas, he might even become a guardian knight.
"Bolt, capture him and cripple his limbs. I'll give you the sword!" The young noble ordered decisively.
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