“I accuse you, little thief, of stealing my family’s heirlooms. That cloak and this sword originally belong to us!” Viscount Minster’s eyes burned with greed as he stared at the sword in Mo Li’s hand and the cloak on his body, like a wolf eyeing its prey.
“Huh?” It took Mo Li a moment to react.
He knew that the other party approaching him was no good, but he didn’t expect them to be so insatiably greedy, eager to claim all the good things on him.
He was both amused and annoyed.
“Viscount, you say this cloak and sword are yours.
Is your name written on them? Words alone aren’t proof.
You need evidence to back up your claim.”
“Then tell me, where did you get this spatial cloak and enchanted sword?” Viscount Minster seemed to have anticipated Mo Li’s retort, asking confidently.
“So, it’s a spatial cloak?” The surrounding spectators whispered among themselves, their eyes on Mo Li’s cloak gradually filling with a hint of greed.
Anything related to space is a priceless treasure.
The nobles present, though lacking in knowledge, naturally understood the value of such a cloak.
“What does that have to do with you, Viscount? Do I have to report the origin of every item I own to the local nobility before I can use it?” Mo Li said with a laugh.
“You can’t answer, can you?” Viscount Minster ignored the sarcasm in Mo Li’s words, steering the conversation to his own rhythm.
“It’s not that I can’t answer, but I have no obligation to.”
“Heh, of course, you can’t answer.
After all, it’s stolen goods.
How could you openly admit where it came from?” Viscount Minster sneered.
“Whatever you say, Viscount.
I have nothing to say.” Mo Li shrugged.
“I fear that tomorrow, the Viscount might casually claim the inheritance of the entire Papal State.”
“No matter how sharp your tongue, you can’t wash away the stain of theft.” Viscount Minster put on a righteous facade.
“What’s not yours will never be yours… But I’m not surprised you did such a thing.
After all, you were a thief from a young age, a wild child without parents.
It’s only natural you’d do something like this.”
“…What did you say?” Mo Li’s gaze turned cold.
“Little thief, getting angry so quickly?” Viscount Minster chuckled, stepping back, while his attendants stepped forward.
“Don’t forget, this is Viscount Minster’s territory.
Do you think you can escape unscathed after stealing? Is that possible?”
“Viscount, don’t forget, I still have a sword in my hand.
If I’m not careful, you and your attendants might bleed a little.” Mo Li’s lips curled into a sinister smile.
“How dare you!” Barlow shouted angrily.
“A mere commoner dares to threaten a lord in public.
For that alone, you should be hanged!”
The match was over, but the spectators in the stands didn’t leave, as another, more interesting drama unfolded.
In the circular square, countless eyes watched Mo Li, filled with amusement and ridicule, disdain and contempt.
The hook-nosed elder acting as judge was a sycophant, knowing which side to support: the lone, unknown commoner or the powerful noble.
As for the other students in the stands, they were clearly sitting back to watch the show.
They didn’t care about the truth; they just wanted to see the foolish commoner humiliate himself.
“Once again, I ask you, do you admit to the theft?” Viscount Minster asked arrogantly, as his fully armed attendants surrounded Mo Li.
“…Heh.” After a moment of silence, Mo Li suddenly laughed, pointing at Viscount Minster and turning in a circle.
“Righteous and dignified, what nobility? You’re just a bunch of bullies!”
“Despicable commoner, what did you say?”
“Viscount, I once wondered what the difference was between you and lawless bandits.
Now I understand.
The only difference is that you’re more hypocritical and better at pretending.
At least bandits are bold, unlike you, who act righteous while being deceitful!”
“Even in a world where right and wrong don’t matter, I’ve never seen someone as shameless as you!”
“Can’t explain your crimes, so you start biting back?” Viscount Minster sneered.
“Remember, this is Viscount Minster’s territory, my land.
Even the Pope must show me respect!”
“Ha, finally showing your greed? Well, it’s understandable.
These new things are rare for you country nobles.
You’d even treasure the emperor’s spittoon!”
“You’ll pay for your lies, thief!” Barlow had already drawn his weapon.
He was thrilled, as his long-time adversary was now trapped, and the family would gain two treasures, greatly enhancing their influence in the Papal State!
“Mo Li, you stole from this Viscount, but I’m merciful.
If you return the treasures, I’ll let this go.
How about it?”
“Enough, Viscount.
Your sanctimonious act is making me sick.” Mo Li rolled his eyes.
“What mercy? If this sword wasn’t in my hand, would you talk about mercy? Get lost!”
“So, you’re determined to resist to the end?” Viscount Minster’s face turned dark.
“It’s not resistance, it’s a fight to the death!” Mo Li raised his eyes, wielding the cold dawn, as the frost swept in.
The guards surrounding him stepped back from the biting cold wind.
“A fight to the death? Ha, do you think you have the capital to fight to the death with this Viscount?” Viscount Minster shouted.
“I’m a noble of the Papal State, and you, a mere commoner, dare to draw your sword against me.
That’s a declaration of war against all the nobles of the Papal State! Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, the Papal State won’t spare you!”
“Is that so?” Mo Li suddenly laughed.
“Declaring war on all the Papal State nobles, so what?”
“After all, it’s not the first time.”
“You!…” Viscount Minster was thoroughly enraged.
“Seize this commoner!”
“Stop!” At that moment, a loud shout rang out, followed by a shadow descending from the sky.
