Chapter 116 - Dead (2/2)

Roland understood.

Some people valued such things when it came to differences in status.

When Roland was free, he had heard from Vivian that Claus was a member of a n.o.ble family which had waned. Normally, he couldn’t tell, but this person had a strong sense of self-esteem and was very sensitive. He was afraid that others would look down on him.

Everything was hidden in his heart.

Such people easily went to extremes.

Roland did not understand such a person’s mentality and did not want to understand. He looked at Claus and said calmly, “Do you have any last words?”

Claus turned even paler. “Deputy Chairman, are you kidding?”

“Do you think I’m someone who would joke about such matters?” Roland looked at him, solemn.

“It’s just a few cheap girls… I can pay.”

Roland looked at him quietly.

“Deputy Chairman, you can’t be so cruel. Those girls are really lowly. I’ve never done anything to n.o.ble maidens.”

Roland continued to look at him quietly.

Claus’s face turned pale.

He knew very well that the situation was very serious once a calm person like Roland fell silent.

Claus’s legs went weak as he knelt down. “Deputy Chairman, look at all the efforts I’ve put in to serve you…”

At this point, a huge blue fist suddenly appeared in front of Roland and struck him with a gust of wind.

It was one of the derivative spells—Hand of Magic, which Roland had taught. Claus had used it well.

Unfortunately, the huge blue Hand of Magic held the fist in its hand.

This was only a feint attack by Claus. He never believed that he was Roland’s match.

The attack was merely to create a window of opportunity for his escape.

At the sight of the two Hands of Magic colliding into each other, Claus sprang up and ran deeper into the forest.

His movements slowed down just a few steps later.

In less than two seconds, he stood rooted to the ground.

He looked at the ground. At some point in time, the ground around him had been frozen by a large layer of frost.

His legs were frozen.

Ice Ring!

Claus looked at his legs and was shocked. Frost climbed up his legs at an extremely fast speed.

Very quickly, he lost the feeling in his legs. He twisted his upper body with difficulty and turned his head to look at Roland. He wanted to speak, but all the heat in his body was being siphoned away. He couldn’t control his muscles any further.

Two seconds later, the frost reached his face. Half a second later, Claus turned into a snow-white ice sculpture.

At this moment, everything within a hundred meters of Roland became a world of frost.

Even the trees were covered in a layer of white frost.

Roland walked up to Claus and sighed softly.

Killing someone… but he didn’t have that feeling that he had actually killed someone. He felt like he had squeezed a small insect to death. Although he felt poignant, his heart wasn’t in pain.

Was he ultimately treating this as a game?

Or was he born to be cold-blooded?

Roland was confused.