Chapter 138 - Dealing With Thuggery (1/2)

It still felt weird that his language was the same as the universal tongue in this world. Aside from the obvious troublemakers, Robert was interested in why they referred to the scimitars he held as artifacts. Soon, he relaxed his grip.

At first, he wanted to quickly kill three of them in sudden action, knowing that the pattern of these three fancy leather clothed thugs had some weapons of their own.

'One is a sword, there is a small axe, and the last one has some weird orb floating around him. I don't believe in superstition but it's hard to stay as an unbeliever in this world it seems.'

Robert checked the mission screen in her right pupil, he wanted to know if those three are the 'Usurper' that the system was referring to.

Donning an eerie fake smile, Robert took out his scarf and threw two scimitars on his left hand to the floor immediately before the thugs closed their distance to a weapon range. This gave those three some time before picking up the scimitars.

He also expected some long range attack so he slouched to not make his muscle tense and be ready for any sudden movement. It also gave a sign that he looks approachable by decreasing his size even for a bit.

”My bad, my bad.” Robert widened his closed-eye smile. ”I actually picked these from the right alley intersection behind me over there, there are many of them. You fellas can take these two but the other four are mine, got it?”

One of the thugs felt intimidated by the smile while the aiseirighian who seemed to be the leader on the front sneered and exaggerated his walk to reach for two scimitars. ”You're a weird one, you know that?”

The orb user got close to the intimidated one and whispered, ”I can't read his mana signature, Culo will either die angering a higher realm cultivator or strike a jackpot with that artifact.”

Robert couldn't hear the whisper but looking at the orb user and the other lackey faces, he knew that they were cautious enough which would be a little pain in the ass for him.

'I'll be coming for you two first then.'

His hooded eyes were beaming on the vision in front of him. Calm yet hungry, as if he was a predator appraising his meal action and consequences before sinking his teeth deep into their veins. He put both of his hands to the back, and transferred one scimitar on his left to the other hand, all while maintaining his creepy smile.

The man with the sword still sheathed arrived at the perfectly-thrown two scimitars stacking on each other. He then added some commentary before slouching and trying to pick them up, ”But you know? Even if you said the truth about the huge stash of artifacts lying around somewhere, I still want the other four—”