Chapter 53 (2/2)

Since it was no use crying over spilled milk, she felt she had already been cornered and was sure to be defeated. She thought she now was just like a civilian in an aristocratic court, and everything was just a show since she had already been declared guilty and the punishment had been decided accordingly. She felt like as long as there was still a shred of a chance that she could survive, she should try her best to defend herself, hoping she could reprimand the shit out of them and silence the accuser and the judge.

Then, even if the poet who was employed by the emperor singing “no matter how persuasive the defense of the guilty was, she did not deserve any applause” in the very next day, she would not feel sad since she knew she had at least tried, and could still smile in the gallows while telling herself “it was not my fault, it was the God that wanted me to die.” She knew she could at last die with dignity.

Thinking this, Steele was relieved.

Anyway, it was better to die this way than being f*cked and squeezed to death by her lovers…

The two were riding the horses rather casually and moving toward the Geerteng Town. When seeing that Steele was still intact and riding past him, the captain of the guard was so shocked that his eyes became as round as two balls, as if his eyeballs were going to drop out at any minute.

“M… Miss Steele!?” he stood in front of the horse without knowing what to say.

To say “welcome back”? No it was not right, if the Childe Romon knew that he had welcomed Miss Steele back in public, he knew he would definitely be killed!

Then “why are you here”? Not good either, since Miss Steele was still the heiress of the Viscount and if not for the Childe Romon, she would be the one to inherit. I am just a gatekeeper, and I am not f*cking her on the bed now. I could not possibly disrespect her! Am I that naive to think that a sick tiger would not be able to kill a man? What should I say then?

There were some tiny beads of sweat on the forehead of the tall and strong captain, and they soon gathered together and became bigger and bigger, and became two streams of sweat that flowed along his cheeks in less than thirty seconds.

After all, he was quite experienced and had been in this situation before. Then he smiled and cleverly said, “Miss Steele, earlier before, you took a group of men with you? Why is there only one left?”

Steele sneered, changed her sl*tty expression she always had whenever she saw a man, kept that chin up and said with the very noble accent, “You amaze me. I never knew a gatekeeper in the Geerteng Town would dare to question his lord who he is supposed to be loyal to. Do you really think I should report to you before I do something or about who I choose to accompany me when I am out?”

Steele was being really sharp and cleverly elevated the conversation to a level of class struggle. The captain was startled, then he immediately stood at attention and shouted, “Line up! Welcome Miss Steele back home!”

The soldiers were confused, but were on alert when seeing their leader had been reprimanded. Then they instantly stood in two lines in a welcoming formation.

Technically speaking, they should not stand in a welcoming formation, since this was a ceremony that only a lord could receive. The old Viscount had just died, and the new Viscount had not been named, so no one in the Geerteng Town should be entitled to this ceremony.

But who would fuss about this superfluous rule at this moment?

If things went as Romon had planned, there would be someone stopping this from happening. Since among the soldiers, there were two of Romon’s subordinates, and these two were sent here to cope with some accidents.

Seeing this, one had got on the horse and went to the mansion house of the Viscount to deliver the message. While the other, who seemed quite strong, did not come forward to stop this from happening after thinking carefully.

As the two had been entrusted with an important post, this meant that they were not stupid. They immediately felt there was something wrong when they saw the soon-to-be-dead Steele suddenly become so mighty and the bribed lovers had become a unknown black armour knight.

So they did act rashly. The one who stayed was really very strong. He was close to the level F, an advanced swordsman, and had a sharp eye. He looked Ray up and down and surprisingly found that even though the black armour knight was sitting on the horse, his body was in a position which could help him to counterattack an attack from any direction, which was indeed amazing— or the word “amazing” was too feeble to describe him. He was incredibly powerful!

The one had seen the strongest knights in the Geerteng Town, but they could only be in this position when they were in a fight. While this black armour knight was not planning to fight with anyone now, he was in this position daily.

He made a conclusion without thinking very hard.

A conclusion that terrified him so bad that he got cold feet.

This unknown black armour knight was probably an advanced adventurer, or maybe he was probably— close to being legendary!