章節 14: Chapter 13 Extraordinary Power (Please follow!)
Three jungle natives gravitated toward Lucius with an axe in hand, their battle consciousness alert as they watched the well-crafted sword in this man's grasp.
Lucius tilted his head, displaying a lethargic disinterest as he said,
"Jungle mongrels, you understand the language of us Cyart people, right?"
"How about some information on the Blood Cult? As far as I know, your kind is scattered across the East Coast, easily numbering in the thousands, but disunited and fragmented."
He attempted communication, but no one responded, the eyes of the three jungle natives burning with an intense, pressing hatred.
"Hey, if you don't want to talk, that's fine."
No sooner had his words fallen than Lucius's body burst forward, moving at an astonishing speed despite wearing a steel cuirass.
He always preferred to launch an attack during the "dialogue phase."
A thrust, a simple yet very effective move.
Lucius's physical abilities far exceeded the ordinary, blurring before the natives' eyes, and just like that, one of them had a longsword piercing through his chest.
"AAAAHHHHHHHH!"
The other two natives, coming back to their senses, raised their axes in utmost anger and charged at Lucius in almost perfect unison.
Lucius savagely pulled out his bloodied longsword and leaped back several meters with a powerful push from his legs, easily dodging the pincer attack.
The two natives were dazed for a moment, feeling like they were playing a game of hide-and-seek with an agile black cat, then fear began to rise within them.
Could this man possibly be an Extraordinary Exponent?
"Ha!"
Lucius charged again, swinging his sword with immense strength, the blade brutally smashing and shattering the neck bones, sending a jungle native's head flying.
The last native turned to run but had his thigh bone broken by the sword's edge, tumbling and struggling on the ground in agony.
The whole fight lasted less than ten seconds, and Lucius couldn't help but laugh and reflect, "If this were six months ago, it would probably have been a tough battle."
His senses, strength, speed, reaction, agility, and even weaponry had significantly improved—it was not like the old days anymore.
He hadn't even needed the power of his protective runes to effortlessly end the fight.
Meanwhile.
Karl's consciousness silently observed everything, his essence attached to Lucius's body, eager to learn what the sole adult male of the Fischer family would do next.
On the surface, Lucius seemed harmless and even somewhat likable to many, but in reality, he was a man with a merciless heart.
"Hey, don't bother trying to escape; I have a lot of questions for you."
Lucius smiled and squatted next to the anguished, howling native, his tone filled with the most primitive and concentrated malice.
The atmosphere all around turned icy cold, and the native trembled all over, suddenly realizing the man before him carried an evil bloodline!
His face bore a smile akin to that of a demon!
In the impoverished East City District of Nasir Town, a young alcohol vendor squatted in his shanty wooden home, waiting for news, frowning with anxiety as he paced back and forth.
Last week, the jungle natives had come to him out of the blue, hoping to get information about the Fischer family.
The vendor had instantly refused the natives without hesitation, even threatening angrily to report them to the patrol teams in Nasir City. Over the half-year he knew Lucius, the man had been quite generous and went out of his way to help him settle two robber gang disturbances.
He could not betray him like that.
Unfortunately, the natives had upped their stakes with promises and drawn their weapons menacingly.
The vendor finally realized he couldn't refuse. He had initially intended to divulge only some information about the Fischer family, avoiding getting too involved in either side's affairs.
Yet to his astonishment, he learned that simply by luring Lucius to the harbor's designated spot, he would receive a Gold Coin as reward!
He muttered to himself while pacing, "The deposit, all I've got now is the five silver coin deposit, my Gold Coin, oh, the Gold Coin!"
"Your Gold Coin, is it?"
The young vendor suddenly heard a familiar voice and instantly felt as though he'd been plunged into an ice-cold pit, wanting to run but finding his limbs entirely weak.
"What's wrong with you, don't be afraid, we are friends after all."
Lucius suddenly appeared with a smile, and like he was picking up a small animal, he grabbed and dragged him out of the house.
The young wine merchant was about to shout for help when he was suddenly met with a vicious threat.
"Don't scream, or you and your brother are both dead!"
The neighbors, seeing the old mercenary clad in armor and wielding a blade, all avoided the scene, with nobody willing to come to his aid.
Having no way to escape, the young wine merchant was limply led away by Lucius.
"Tell me, what's going on? If what you say doesn't match his story, then you too shall die."
In the hidden alley, upon seeing the corpse of a jungle native who had been tortured and killed, the young wine merchant felt as if his very blood vessels had frozen.
He screamed in extreme fear, "I'll tell you everything! Can you let me go after I've spoken? Please let me go! I have a younger brother at home!"
Lucius nodded calmly, took a deep breath, and said without hesitation and with great seriousness, "Of course, I'll let you go, because deep down, I still consider you a friend!"
"I never break a promise, don't worry!"
The young wine merchant was stunned for a moment, then teared up with remorse as he confessed everything, truly regretting his actions.
The more Lucius listened, the more he frowned. The jungle natives had almost pinpointed the culprit behind the original incident and seemed to know quite a lot about the current affairs of the Fischer family.
According to what the tortured jungle native had said, it seemed that several priests from the Blood Cult who were at odds had come to an agreement: whoever could avenge the Fischer family would gain control of the old priest's resources.
The Fischer family was completely targeted, an undoubtedly terrible fact.
The young wine merchant relaxed a bit and forced a smile, "I've said everything, Lucius, let me go, please. I have a brother at home, and I will definitely compensate you in a few days."
"Alright."
The moment the young wine merchant smiled, Lucius nodded expressionlessly and swiftly swung his sword at the man's head. Red blood and white brain matter immediately splattered across the walls around them.
Traitors were even more despicable than enemies; betrayers had to be killed, for if the wine merchant lived and word got out, anyone would dare betray the members of the Fischer family in the future!
After searching and disposing of the body, Lucius sat in the young wine merchant's home with unsettled expressions, sitting silently on a chair.
As dusk fell, the merchant's younger brother returned home with a bundle of wild fruit, looking rather ordinary and only a few years older than Lucius's son.
"Who are you?"
The boy who had just returned from gathering wild fruit was stunned. The man waiting silently in his home wasn't his brother but a stranger he didn't recognize.
Lucius, sitting calmly on the chair from within the shadows, had an angular face devoid of any expression.
Knowing that someone had seen him taking the wine merchant from here, Lucius was clear that the seed of hatred had been planted, and even those who seemed harmless must be handled with caution.
Even an extraordinary exponent could fall to the scheming of mortals. Knowing how to nip such chains of hatred in the bud, he flashed a trustworthy smile.
"Your brother is looking for you; he has too much merchandise to move and asked me to bring you over to help."
The boy was skeptical but still nodded.
"Um, okay."
Lucius led the boy out of the house, and neither of them returned.
As night descended, the taverns of Nasir City filled with the boisterous voices of sailors.
The patrol of Nasir City was led by the local sheriff, who was a member of the baronial Hovern family, responsible for maintaining the town's basic security.
After dealing with the body, Lucius immediately went to the city hall of Nasir City, found the patrol team's department, and with a smile, pulled a silver coin from his breast and handed it to a member of the patrol team.
"Hey, you guys have been working hard. I'm Lucius from the Fischer family. I got some fine wine from the wine merchant and wanted to share it with the sheriff."
He wasn't afraid of the news spreading; killing someone who colluded with an evil cult was in line with the laws of the Cyart Kingdom and the True Gods Church, but Lucius knew that even when lawful and reasonable, a proper bribe was still very necessary.
The patrol team members exchanged glances, looking at the man with the bloodstained but smiling face.
"Don't be so serious, everyone."
The patrol team leader nodded, swallowed, took Lucius's hand holding the silver coin, and replied with a smile,
"Mr. Lucius, the sheriff will certainly be interested in the wine you mentioned."
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