“How much do you know? I’m not sure, probably just the level of a villain who does all sorts of evil like skinning people alive and eating their flesh,” Mo Li said, pretending to ponder as he rubbed his chin.
“Mr. Mo Li, you seem quite pleased with yourself now, but I’m afraid you won’t even be able to cry later,” Martha sneered.
“Do you know what this is?” Martha raised the magic box in her hands slightly, her eyes full of disdain.
“I don’t know, is it something your family uses to store pickles?” Mo Li tilted his head.
“…Ha, Mr. Mo Li, let me show you something.” With that, Martha took out a flat sheet from the magic box.
“Oh?” Mo Li raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Have you ever heard of a recording magic box, an enchanted item? …Oh, even if you haven’t, it’s fine.
Let me explain.
It’s an enchanted item that can capture a moment and convert it into an image.”
“Our Minster family has a treasured recording magic box of excellent function and quality, the very one in front of me.
Do you know what it captured just now?” Martha smiled as she raised the sheet, letting Mo Li see the image on it.
It was the moment earlier when Mo Li was speaking passionately while holding Martha’s shoulders.
Since it was a candid shot, taken from an angle that could easily be misunderstood, it looked like Mo Li was about to kiss Martha.
“What do you think the Earl of Norma would think if this recorded image were handed to him?” Martha smiled playfully, then pretended to be weak.
“Don’t forget, I’m Lord Norma’s fiancée… Doing such a thing to the fiancée of someone who has been kind to you, Mr. Mo Li, you are truly despicable.
If this matter were made public, I’m afraid it wouldn’t just be the Earl of Norma who would want to tear you apart, right?”
“Life, such ups and downs, about to soar to great heights only to be pulled down by a handle, how does it feel to be about to lose your greatest support, Mr. Mo Li?” Martha covered her mouth and laughed.
“…Hmm, if you insist, the candid shot technique is really not bad, looks like a professional paparazzi’s work.” Mo Li looked at the photo for a long time before speaking seriously.
“Is that all you have to say?” Martha raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll give you another chance, surrender, and hand over that cloak and knife you’re carrying, and we can let bygones be bygones.”
“Let bygones be bygones? You’re fooling a ghost, aren’t you?” Mo Li scoffed.
“As long as the photo is in your hands, I’ll be under your threat for life, right?”
“Mr. Mo Li, you don’t seem to understand your position.
Don’t you realize who’s in control now?”
“Ah, it seems I’m really done for.” Mo Li spread his hands.
“But you guys are really ruthless, pretending to marry someone, then sending assassins to kill them to reasonably seize their property, and now I’m the one being falsely accused despite not doing anything wrong.”
“It’s too late to realize that now, Mr. Mo Li.” Martha sneered.
“If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? As they say, dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes, and little commoners should stay in their little slums. Trying to climb up? It’s like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.”
“Let me correct you, Miss Martha, I may be a toad, but you’re definitely not swan meat.” Mo Li, instead of realizing his dire situation, still had a playful smile.
“Not shedding tears until you see the coffin, huh?” Martha’s gaze turned cold.
“Looks like I have something to discuss with Lord Norma.”
“Indeed, I think I have something to discuss with Uncle Norma too.” Mo Li slowly took out a cylindrical, rune-covered black object from his pocket.
“To talk about how his venomous fiancée attempted to assassinate him and seize his property but failed.”
“Miss Martha, with your vast knowledge, do you know what this is?”
“…Bluffing won’t save you, Mr. Mo Li, isn’t that just an ordinary piece of charcoal?” Martha’s eyes were full of contempt.
“Charcoal? Miss Martha, you don’t even recognize this?” Mo Li feigned disdain.
“No wonder you’re a country noble, truly inexperienced.”
“Mr. Mo Li, you’d better make a decision quickly.
Saying these pointless things won’t help.”
“Don’t rush, I haven’t told you what this thing does yet.” Mo Li played with the carbon rod in his hand, speaking playfully.
“Interestingly, its function is quite similar to the box in your hand, Miss Martha, both have recording magic.”
“Oh?…” Martha frowned slightly, a bad feeling rising in her heart.
“But this thing doesn’t record images.
Do you want to know what it records? Judging by your expression, you probably guessed it, yes, it’s sound.” With that, Mo Li pressed the tip of the carbon rod.
The runes on the carbon rod flickered a few times, and a sound with some static gradually became clear.
“But you guys are really ruthless, pretending to marry someone, then sending assassins to kill them to reasonably seize their property, and now I’m the one being falsely accused despite not doing anything wrong.”
“It’s too late to realize that now, Mr. Mo Li.”
“If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? As they say, dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes, and little commoners should stay in their little slums. Trying to climb up? It’s like a toad wanting to eat swan meat…”
“…” The more Martha listened, the more alarmed she became, instinctively reaching to grab the carbon rod, but Mo Li easily dodged.
“Ah, Miss Martha, what are you doing?” Mo Li smiled as he looked at the furious Martha.
“Trying to snatch someone else’s property, is this the noble lady demeanor you always talk about?”
“You!…”
“Not just this part, everything you said to me earlier like ‘I need you’ and ‘I’ve been deflated for too long, I can’t stand it anymore’ is all included.”
“When did you start this recording rod??”
“Probably, maybe, when you first approached me.” Mo Li pretended to think.
“You set me up?!” Martha’s face turned completely dark.
“Mutual, Miss Martha, luckily I was a step ahead, or I would have been set up by you.” Mo Li cheerfully twirled the carbon rod in front of Martha.
“What do you think, if I hand over the contents of this recording rod to Uncle Norma, or make it public, what would happen to you, Miss Martha?” With the tables turned, Mo Li now threatened Martha.
“Ugh!…”
“Not just a simple broken engagement, secretly hooking up with another man behind your fiancé’s back, you’d be utterly disgraced.”
