In less than three minutes, the noble youth couldn't even figure out what happened. In the abandoned house, there were still people standing besides the murderer holding a long sword and the other two stunned little ghosts. , only himself was left.
When Mufasa looked at him, the noble youth suddenly felt his scalp go numb.
He tried his best to hold the shoulder of the little girl in front of him, and pressed the noble sword on her neck. His body, which was several times bigger than the girl, also tried to curl up, trying to completely hide behind the little girl.
"You, don't come here! Otherwise, I will kill her!"
Although the aristocratic young man also has some backhands, but after seeing Mufasa's clean killing moves, he doesn't feel that he can react in time between the flashes of light and lightning.
Up to now, his greatest reliance has become the little pariah girl he just casually held in his hand.
Seeing that Mufasa stopped approaching and didn't directly attack himself, he couldn't help but feel very grateful, it seems that he made the right bet!
But he would pay so much attention to this kind of untouchable little girl, and even committed the felony act of killing the city lieutenant because of three untouchable little ghosts. Could it be that this guy is the most unpopular church among the so-called orthodox religions? Followers of the 'Temple of Justice'
Damn it happened to meet these lunatics in this kind of place! I should have asked the city lord to list the Temple of Justice as a cult! The noble youth gritted his teeth and thought in his heart.
The slums in the north of the city are the places with the fewest city guards. If you want to ask for help here, you have to run to the walls that block the two urban areas to find help.
I can only find a way to stabilize him with words first.
There are so many ways to deceive this kind of civilian who has never seen the world!
"As long as you let me go, I promise not to pursue today's matter! These wastes will die when they die, and no one will trouble you for them. But I am different, I have inherited the name of Nigrania If you are from a traditional aristocratic family, if you are killed, someone will definitely get to the bottom of it!" He tried to squeeze a smile, and said to Mufasa: "Not only that, but being a mere commoner will definitely not allow you to realize your ideals and goals. Ambitious? How about this, I recommend you to the city lord to replace Bot as a lieutenant in the north of the city from today! In this way, no matter what you want to do, you can do it freely and show your strengths! "
"..." Mufasa lowered his face so that people couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and he remained silent without answering.
"With your strength, you don't need to stay in the slums at all. Together with these untouchables and the plague of dead bodies, you can completely step on the steps they piled up and stand on the pinnacle of humanity with us nobles!"
Noticing that the other party did not refute or make any changes, the noble young man felt that he had probably convinced the other party, so he continued to work hard to strike while the iron was hot: "It will definitely not work if you don't have money at the beginning, how about this, I can sponsor some money for your great cause, take a look How about a hundred gold coins, Abby? According to the recent gold price, it is equivalent to 120,000 silver coins!"
"…" Mufasa remained silent.
According to his usual experience, the noble young man thought that the other party should be a little shaken, so he added more strength: "Not only that, do you like this kind of kid? I am very familiar with slave traders. This year those guys captured a lot of slaves , You can have as many as you want with a **** like this!"
Although Simba and Shazu didn't know what **** meant, they could tell from the context that it was not a good word, and it might be worse than a slave, so they immediately yelled at the noble youth.
But the noble youth didn't care about it, and just continued to persuade Mufasa: "If you think it's too troublesome to train, I can also have someone train it and send it to you..."
"enough."
Mufasa spoke up.
But it was not a compromise that saw the great future or was fascinated by gold, but a faintly angry voice: "How much do you want to spoil the commoners! Your so-called nobles are not noble people at all." The people above are completely demons who lick the blood and lives of civilians and treat them as livestock!"
Mufasa raised his long sword and aimed at the panicked noble youth: "I didn't intend to conflict with you guys, but this is the end, at least I will leave a tragic lesson for you trash, tell you not Everyone is willing to be your slaves to be bullied by you! Let you have scruples when eating human flesh and drinking human blood in the future!"
"What do you want to do! It's too late to stop now!" The noble young man immediately realized that something was wrong, and shrank even harder behind the little girl, probably aroused by Mufasa's undisguised killing intent, which soared into the sky. He hid behind the little girl, urging loudly: "Don't do stupid things, if you want to kill me, you must kill this pariah girl who stands in front of me first! Is this your justice!"
Simba and Zazu also immediately looked at Mufasa nervously, fearing that he would kill Nana with him because of his red eyes.
But Mufasa just wiped the blade with his hand as if he was maintaining the blade, and the expression on his face, which was filled with righteous indignation, calmed down again, as if holding a long sword could calm him down.
he said softly.
"Swordsmanship is such an inconvenient thing."
The noble youth realized something was wrong, but at the moment when he realized it in his mind, he was already a step behind, and the sword light flashed like quicksilver.
Then his right hand holding the sword was separated from the wrist, and fell straight to the ground. The incision was extremely smooth, and even the blood seemed to have forgotten its duty because of this clean sword, until a few seconds later. Only belatedly spewed out from the incision!
"Ah! My hand! My right hand!"
The noble young man was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously let go of the little girl's grip on the fracture of her right hand and screamed.
Simba and Shazu took advantage of this opportunity to swarm up and take Nana away from each other.
From this moment on, the noble youth finally faced the expressionless Mufasa without any hindrance.
"Wait a minute, don't kill me! What do you want? Money? I can give you, I can give you all the money! I can even give you the title of nobility!" The noble young man who was close at hand, with tears and snot on his face because of the severe pain, begged for mercy without hesitation: "As long as you spare my life, you will become a noble immediately!"
Mufasa, sword in hand, took a deep breath.
Then he roared loudly with an extremely disgusted expression: "Who wants that kind of dirty thing! Cut it!"
The next moment, the noble youth was chopped into two pieces by Mufasa's powerful sword, along with the wall behind him, completely losing the breath of life.