Chapter 648 (1/2)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It would be quite funny to make a recount of what happened when Sui Xiong brought Ray Shack to the Manor of Samat. Entering the Viscount residence through the northern wing, they happened to run into the Viscount and a youthful maiden engaged in the important job of reproducing life. At that time, the two of them were on the throne of the hall, engulfed in the heat of their passion. Viscount Samat was truly a great man who had made some meritorious contributions in war. He had such a fit physique and had changed between five or six different stances within a single breath without the slightest intention of taking a break. Sui Xiong was relieved that fortunately, he had not brought Steele along. If not, things would have been somewhat terrible.
Sui Xiong was a just and kind man. Of course, he would not bother others when they were busy with such a thing. Ray Shack was already in a daze, simply at a loss over what he should do. Therefore, both of them stood by the door for around an hour and watched in silence. They saw how the Lord Viscount, with his colorful hair toppling upside down, showed off all his brilliant moves to tire out the young maiden into a slumber. She was definitely more than 90% smitten over him. Then they walked over to the throne.
“Hello,” Sui Xiong said. “Sorry to impose. I have something to discuss with you.”
Viscount Samat obviously had yet to satisfy himself to his heart’s content, but his female companion had already fallen asleep. There was no way he could continue with what he had been busy with. At that moment, his face was filled with an expression that said, “I’m in a very bad mood, so don’t talk to me.” Seeing Sui Xiong appear brought him to draw a sword from the side of his throne right away, and then he hacked his sword head-on at Sui Xiong.
Well, maybe he was just feeling shy; after all, he was now butt naked.
While on the subject, though the Viscount had good physical strength, the size of his manhood was in fact, quite ordinary and maybe Steele would look down on him because of this—this was also something highly possible. After all, Steele had seen a wider horizon now. With a much higher expectation, she was certainly not sexually attracted to an average human at all.
Viscount Samat’s blade was of good quality. It was made of cold iron, plated with silver and protected by advanced magic. On top of that, it had the effect of “sharpness” and “tearing.” It could honestly cut gold and break jade, and it could really chop iron up into a mass of mud. A brush against it could cause injury and a strike by it bring death.
But there was nothing useful about it at all.
This strike of his blade was fast and accurate, and true enough, it felt like the speed of lightning. It was so fast that one could never dodge quickly enough. It was completely impossible to tell that he had just undergone a “ferocious battle” where he had exerted a great deal of physical strength. If this strike was received by Ray Shack, even if he was in perfect condition, it would still be impossible for him to put up any resistance, or there might not even be time for him to react at all. He could only watch wide-eyed as the blade fell upon him and cut him into two halves.
But there was nothing useful about the strike at all because the one receiving this blow was Sui Xiong.
As the blade fell and hacked down on Sui Xiong’s neck, it made a dull sound as if a blunt knife cut into a wooden block.
“Don’t get so fiery-tempered,” Sui Xiong said with a sigh. With a slight tilt of his head, he clasped the knife and said, “Let’s have a nice discussion, shall we?”
Of course not.
Viscount Samat released his hold of the blade and took out a magic scroll from his storage ring. He had yet to unroll his scroll when it, together with the ring, went right to Sui Xiong’s hands.
“I am really here, strictly and seriously, to have a discussion with you,” Sui Xiong said.
Viscount Samat sighed helplessly and decided to use a stalling tactic to drag time. Then he could wait for an opportunity to strike again.
Therefore, he asked, “What do you want to discuss?”
“No, now, I no longer want to discuss with you.”
Sui Xiong raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Then with a startled look, the Viscount Samat disappeared without a trace.
“Why does this guy think I’m honest and easy to bully?” said Sui Xiong as he removed the blade that was bent after being clasped by him. With a casual stroke, he recovered its original appearance and then tossed it to the ground. Then he said to Ray Shack, “I was talking to him nicely, and he wanted to chop me up; I put up with him once, and again, he wanted to use a spell against me. I tolerated it again, but he still tried to get smart and play tricks on me… He really thinks I’m easily manipulated, or a pushover, is that it?”
Ray Shack’s face was filled with confusion. At that moment, he really did not know what expression to show when he needed to speak. He also did not know what he should say.
“Forget it, let’s not be bothered about this passer-by. We will get down to real business,” Sui Xiong said. “I will cast a perpetual spell on you so that when someone else looks at you, they’ll think you’re this guy here. Even if you say something wrong, they will subconsciously help you find a reasonable explanation—so long as you don’t go overboard, that is.”
With that, he raised his hand. There was purple light flashing from his hand, and then he slapped Ray Shack’s body.
“Alright, this will do.”
“That’s it?” asked Ray Shack. He had just recovered his conscious mind from a good shock, and in a somewhat dazed manner, he asked, “So… what am I supposed to do?”
“Why are you asking me what you are supposed to do?” Sui Xiong asked him back with puzzlement. “So long as you lead an honest life without creating trouble, this lifetime of yours will more or less be just like that—really, it doesn’t matter much to me.”
Ray Shack froze for a moment, then could not help asking, “But… why did you want me to be this viscount?”
“A nation cannot go without a ruler for a day,” Sui Xiong said matter-of-factly. “This guy has been giving my junior much trouble. I have been wanting to solve this problem in a more low-key manner, but I just changed my mind—rather than finding a way to convince him, I’d rather change the lord of this place. You have quite a good heart, and you are quite positive and motivated, I think you are suitable for the role of a lord. Especially since you are already ‘dead,’ the issue with identity is easily settled. So I’ve decided that you are good for the role of a lord.”
Ray Shack was silent. He felt that his brain, which was originally quite quick-witted, might have been damaged when he had been tortured earlier on. Otherwise, how was it possible that he could not keep up with the pace of this master’s thoughts at all?
So he could only stay silent because if he spoke up, he felt that he would not be able to hold back the many questions that were bombarding his mind.
At first glance, anyone could tell that this master was someone who hated it when people around him spoke nonsense. He did not want to anger him with something he said.
However, when he saw that Sui Xiong was about to turn around to leave, he could not help asking, “That… Where is Viscount Samat?”
“Aren’t you him?”
“I meant, the previous one.”
“I threw him someplace where no one will ever find him,” Sui Xiong said. “Don’t worry, no one’s ever going to see him again. I promise!”
With that, his figure disappeared without a trace, and only Ray Shack was left behind—oh, now he should be called Toon Samat. He stood rooted to the ground.
After a while, the newly-assigned Viscount sighed and went to sit on the throne.
The orders of a master should never be refused. He must think about it very carefully, how he should do a good and steady job as a Viscount and also how to make it last.
But… he kept feeling that it was going to be very difficult! For instance, right before him, he had a very challenging problem to solve.
He looked at the naked young maiden lying on the ground next to him, with a woebegone expression. No matter how formidable that master was, was it possible to trick someone into sleeping with this Viscount Samat?
Not that possible, right… Maybe… but it was not impossible either, right?
So what should he do?
While he was in great distress over what to do, Sui Xiong had already returned to his God’s Kingdom and was looking at the naked Viscount Samat sitting on the ground. His face was filled with nervousness and rage.
“Hello,” he said. “In the future, this is where you will live. Food and lodging provided.”
Viscount Samat flew into a rage and jumped to his feet. He landed a punch right on Sui Xiong’s face.
He knew he was definitely not a match for this strange, black-haired person. But just like how it was said, regardless of whether he chose to advance or retreat, he would still be struck to death. As a man who had spent his life on the battlefield and who experienced countless bloody storms and obtained countless victories, he was not afraid of death!
This punch landed right in the middle of Sui Xiong’s nose, but it was as though he had hit a piece of wood that carried some fluidity among its solidness. Other than his fingers aching from the vibrating impact, there was no other effect.