Chapter 155
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In less than three minutes, the young noble had no idea what was going on at all, and he was the only one left standing in the abandoned building apart from the sword-wielding murderer and two other gaping brats.
When Mufasa's gaze turned towards him, the young noble promptly felt his scalp tingle.
He did his best to grip the little girl's shoulder and press his nobleman's ornamental sword against her neck. His body that was several times larger than the girl's also tried his best to curl up, trying to hide behind the little girl.
"D-don't come over! Or I'll kill her! "
Although the young noble had some tricks up his sleeves, he did not think that he could react in a split second after witnessing Mufasa's clean and efficient killing moves.
Now that things had developed to this point, his greatest reliance had become the peasant girl he was simply holding in his hand.
He could not help rejoicing when he saw that Mufasa had stopped approaching and did not directly attack him. It seems that he had made the right bet!
However, to think so highly of a lowly little girl, to the point of committing such a heinous crime as killing a city guard just because of three lowly little brats, could it be that this guy is a believer of the Temple of Justice, which is said to be the most unpopular church among the orthodox religions?
Damn it, why did he have to run into these lunatics here! I should have had the city lord list the Temple of Justice as a cult! The young noble gritted his teeth inwardly.
The slums north of the city was where the city watch had the least manpower. If he wanted help here, he would have to run to the city wall that separated the two districts.
He could only think of a way to calm him down with words.
There were too many ways to trick a peasant like him who had never seen the world!
"I promise I won't pursue what happened today if you let me go! So be it if these useless things are dead — no one would bother you for their sake. But I'm different. I'm from a traditional noble family that inherited the name of Nigelania, and people would definitely pursue me if I'm killed! " He forced a smile and told Mufasa. "That's not all. Surely a peasant like you wouldn't be able to fulfill your ideals and ambitions, would you? How about this — I'll recommend you to the city lord and replace Bolt as the city magistrate of the north! In this way, no matter what you want to do, you will be able to do it freely! "
"…" Mufasa lowered his head so that no one could see his expression. He did not reply.
"With your capabilities, there is no need for you to stay in the slums with the untouchables and the plague. You can totally step on the stairs they have built and stand at the peak of mankind together with us nobles!"
Noticing that the other party did not retort or react, the young noble felt that he had probably convinced him, and so continued to strike while the iron was hot. "It won't work if you don't have money in the beginning. How about this, I could sponsor some money for your noble cause. What do you think about a hundred gold coins? According to the current price of gold, it's equivalent to 120,000 Rions! "
"…" Mufasa said nothing.
Based on his usual experience, the young noble thought that the other party would be shaken, and so added a little more force. "Not only that, do you like children like this? I'm quite familiar with slave traders, and they've caught quite a few slaves this year. You can have as many as you want! "
While Simba and Zazu were unsure what that meant, they could tell from the context that it was not a good word. It could be worse than slaves, and so promptly cursed at the young noble.
Even so, the young noble was not concerned at all and kept persuading Mufasa. "If you think it's too troublesome to train them, I could have someone train them and send them to you."
"Enough."
Mufasa spoke up.
But it was not a compromise because he saw a bright future or because his eyes were blinded by gold. Instead, his voice was laced with rage. "How much do you want to trample on the peasants?! Your so-called nobles are not noble people at all, but demons who lick the blood and lives of the common people and regard them as livestock! "
Mufasa raised his longsword and aimed it at the panicking young noble. "I didn't mean to clash with you lot, but now that things have come to this, I should at least teach you trash a terrible lesson. Tell you that not everyone is willing to be slaves that you can bully as you please! So that you would have second thoughts when you feast on human flesh and drink human blood! "
"What are you doing?! It's not too late to stop! " The young noble quickly realized that something was wrong and shrunk even harder behind the little girl. Perhaps having been provoked by Mufasa's unconcealed killing intent that soared to the skies, he yelled, "Don't do anything stupid! You'd have to cut down this peasant girl before me if you want to kill me! Is that your justice?! "
Simba and Zazu were staring nervously at Mufasa as well, afraid that he would really kill Nana out of his bloodlust.
Even so, Mufasa simply wiped his blade as if he was maintaining it, and the indignant expression on his face calmed once more, as if holding the longsword in his hand calming him.
He said softly.
"Swordsmanship isn't something so inconvenient."
The young noble realized that something was wrong, but he was one step too late in the split second that his mind reacted. A flash of his blade that was as bright as mercury flashed past.
After that, his right hand that was holding the sword was directly separated from his wrist, falling straight to the ground. The cut was extremely smooth, and even the blood seemed to have forgotten its duty because of this clean and neat cut. It was only a few seconds later that it belatedly gushed out from the cut!
"Aaaaah! My hand! My right hand! "
The young noble blanked out for a moment before subconsciously letting go of the little girl, clutching the stump of his right hand and shrieking in pain.
Simba and Zazu seized the opportunity to rush forward and drag Nana away from him.
From then on, the young noble finally faced the impassive Mufasa without any hindrance.
"Wait, don't kill me! What do you want? Money? I can give it to you! I can give you everything I have! I can even give you the title of nobility! " Realizing that death was within reach, the young noble who was still crying and snot from the agony began to beg for mercy. "You'll become a noble at once if you spare my life!"
Sword in hand, Mufasa took a deep breath.
Then, he bellowed with a look of utter disgust. "Who wants that filthy thing! Tsk! "
In the next split second, the young noble was cut into two along with the wall behind him by Mufasa's unparalleled swing of his sword, losing all signs of life.
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CHAPTER 155 -
Filthy Thing
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