“You little brat!……” It was like the emperor wasn’t anxious, but the eunuch was.
While Mo Li was mocking him, Robert stayed calm, but his lackeys couldn’t sit still.
“That’s twice now………”
“Huh?”
“You’ve called her name twice.” Robert’s voice was eerily calm, like the calm before a storm.
“Do you think riffraff like you can just call Her Highness the Princess by name?!” That refined young master’s face suddenly cracked, turning twisted and terrifying.
In an instant, Mo Li felt something wrap around his legs.
Looking down, he saw two thick green vines stretching up from the ground.
“What the hell is this?………” Mo Li tried to break free, but the vines were surprisingly tough—he couldn’t get loose no matter how hard he tried.
Is this a bloodline ability?!
“Even I can only watch Her Highness the Princess from afar, guarding her purity so she doesn’t get tainted by some filth………” Robert grinned, his smile wild and crazed.
“So why does a bastard like you, who just showed up out of nowhere, get to call Her Highness by name and stand by her side??”
“You have to die!”
“Tch, the lunatics from the Holy See just keep getting crazier.” Mo Li complained, feeling completely speechless inside.
Damn it, I just exchanged a few words with that scheming, sadistic princess, got toyed with a bit, and now her lapdog is coming after me! Where’s the justice in that?? If you guys love that nasty princess so much, why don’t you go confess to her yourselves? Why am I getting shot while lying down??
“A bunch of idiot cowards, too scared to confess so you take it out on someone else—this is what you call noble restraint??”
“You’re calling me a coward?………” Robert quietly took off his glasses, letting out a few cold laughs.
“What do you know? What could a despicable, lucky bastard like you possibly understand?!”
“I really don’t get it, but I should warn you—I hold grudges.” Mo Li narrowed his eyes.
“You’d better think twice before you make a move… I keep things simple: I never let anyone who wants to kill me off the hook.
So you’d better be sure you really want to go to war with me.”
“Still talking tough when you’re about to die?? Who are you trying to scare, kid?” The rope guy sneered at Mo Li with a mocking tone.
“Enough talk, let’s get him!” The spear-wielding noble charged ahead, holding his expensive, precious spear at the ready.
“You’re really going to kill someone over something like this.” Mo Li’s expression turned cold.
“You bastards—what do you think human life is worth?!”
The ones facing Mo Li were all nobles, and not just any country bumpkin nobles, but the real backbone of the younger generation in the Holy See.
They’d been trained by the best teachers, their weapons and light armor crafted by the finest artisans, some even enchanted, and there was even a bloodline inheritor among them.
Definitely a tough group of enemies.
No, not just tough—without Hanxi, Mo Li was really running out of options.
His hand slipped quietly into his cloak, grabbing eight poisoned throwing knives and flinging them at the spear-wielding noble charging at him.
“Clang, clang!” Caught off guard, the spear noble didn’t react in time, but a huge vine shot up between him and the spearman, and all eight knives bounced off like they’d hit a solid wall.
“Mr. Mo Li, those little tricks won’t work on me.” Robert pushed up his glasses from a distance.
“Don’t forget, I’m watching your every move.”
So that’s how it is……… Mo Li figured it out instantly.
Robert’s bloodline was connected to nature.
The reason he hadn’t sensed their group’s presence along the way must be because Robert used his bloodline power to hide their aura in nature, making Mo Li misjudge the situation!
“What a pain in the ass!”
Seeing the crossbowman raise his weapon and aim at him—still trapped by the vines—Mo Li gritted his teeth, pulled a pill from his cloak, and tossed it at his feet, then popped a white pill into his mouth.
A cloud of green mist instantly rose, blocking the crossbowman’s line of sight.
“What the hell is this??……” The spear guy closest to Mo Li got a face full of the mist and immediately felt his body go weak.
“Don’t breathe it in, it’s a paralyzing poison.
I’ll handle it.” Robert analyzed calmly, waving his hand.
The vines behind him formed a giant leaf fan, spinning and blowing the mist away in a few breaths.
“Shit!” Mo Li cursed, reaching into his cloak for something else, but a crossbow bolt whistled through the air and pierced his arm.
“Ugh!………” The crossbowman’s weapon was a heavy crossbow, way more powerful than the one-handed crossbows Mo Li usually used.
And this was a noble’s pay-to-win weapon, crafted by master artisans and probably enchanted by a mage.
The force nearly blew a hole right through Mo Li’s right arm.
“Ughhh!………” Blood gushed out, the pain so sharp it almost made Mo Li pass out.
“Looks like I overestimated you.
You’re just a bastard without a bloodline.
Without that sword, you’re nothing.” Robert pushed up his glasses, his mouth curling into a refined but contemptuous smile.
“Well done, well done, hahaha!” Off to the side, the man Mo Li had pinned to the ground with Hanxi burst out laughing, thrilled to see Mo Li so helpless.
“Kill him, kill that filthy bastard! Chop him to pieces if you can!”
“Oh, almost forgot about you.” The man’s laughter caught Robert’s attention.
He strolled over, taking his time.
“Young Master Robert, perfect timing! You’re here to kill that kid, right? We’re on the same side, help me out and get rid of this ice!” The man was excited, thinking he’d found an ally, not noticing the increasingly meaningful look on Robert’s face.
“Same goal, sure, but we’re not on the same side.”
“Huh?” The man froze, not understanding what Robert meant.
“Can’t even kill a bastard without all this trouble—useless.” Robert sneered, signaling to the sword-and-shield guy, who immediately drew his sword.
“Hey, hey, hey?! Wait, what are you doing?! We’re all nobles from the same country, we’re on the same side!”
“Exactly, we’re on the same side, so I’m helping you out.” Robert smiled at the man.
“Think about it—your master Cain won’t be happy if you come back alive after failing your mission.
Better for you to die here, let that bastard rack up another crime.”
“You’re worth more dead than alive, you know.”
