Chapter 155: Filth (1/2)

It had barely taken three brief minutes.

The young noble had not realized what had happened, but he was the only one left apart from the killer demon who stood holding his sword, along with the other two gaping brats.

The young noble felt his scalp numbing when Mufasa finally turned toward him.

He did all he could to clench on little Nala’s shoulders and pressing his ornamented sword over her neck, whereas his body that was several times her size squirmed and contracted as if to hide behind her.

“D-don’t come! Or I’ll kill her!”

Although the young noble had some skill as well, he knew that he would never have such lightning reflexes to counter Mufasa’s clean and swift lethal moves.

Now that things have come to this, his greatest chip was the peasant girl he had seized without thinking.

Hence, he could not help feeling very lucky as he watched Mufasa pause instead of attacking him.

His gamble worked!

Still, to think that fellow would value the three mere peasant brats so much that he would commit such capital crime such as murdering the Captain of the City Watch… Could he be a follower of the Temple of Justice, the least liked orthodox religion?

The young noble seethed inwardly. Damn it, why did he have to run into one of those crazies here?! He should have the mayor blacklist the Temple of Justice as a cult long ago!

That being said, the northern slums were least guarded by the City Watch, and help was only two city walls away.

It seemed that he had to use words to stop him.

Still, there were a million ways to fool peasants like him who never experienced much of the world!

He tried his best to squeeze out a smile at Mufasa. “I promise you I won’t pursue today’s matter if you let me go! These trashes are dead and gone, and no one would seek you in payback. I, however, am different—I am born a noble of Nigelania, and people will come for you in vengeance! Moreover, your peasant roots must have stopped you from accomplishing your ideals and responsibilities, yes? How about this? I will recommend you to the mayor and let you take Bolt’s place from now on as the Northern City Watch Captain! You can do whatever you want and out in the open, and throw your weight around!”

“…”

Mufasa did not reply—he had lowered his head, keeping his face from being seen as he stayed silent. In turn, the young noble was quite sure he had convinced Mufasa given Mufasa’s silence, and therefore continued striking the iron while it was still hot.

“Look, with those powers of yours, you wouldn’t have to crawl around in the slums, befriend corpses and plagues in the company of peasants! You can trample all over them, and stand with us nobles at the height of humanity!”

“Still, you might not make it without money at first. So how about I sponsor your grand career with a hundred Gold Abbys? That’s a hundred and twenty thousand Rions at current rates!”

“…”

Mufasa still said nothing, and the young noble was now absolutely sure that he was moved and therefore put in even more effort. “By the way, you like children, yes? I’m close to some slave traders. They have bagged quite a lot of goods this year, especially catamites like these—you can have as many of them as you want!”