72 Chapter 72 (1/2)

”BOOM!” and the kill festival had officially been launched.

”Who are you? You are not Neon Killoran.” A tiny divine sense tried to reach me. What a sharp old man.

I never expected my newly acquired toy soldier to panic but even as he was dragged like a puppet on the gallows,

Nicholas still retained a calmness befitting someone who had seen much of what the world has to offer.

A trait commendable for a mortal. Though not rare, still, this old man would be a worthy general by my side.

Not like i can't find anywhere else's but what was the use of looking into the far horizon when the specks of dust beneath my feet was readily available for my purposes.

”You are a good blade, Nicholas. Please just do that right now and you can talk all you want later.” i replied with no words wasted and after that, i heard no more of his ugly aged voice.

”BANG!”

”BANG!”

”BANG!”

The serenade of death had started the way i want it to while i listened to its familiar rhythm in calm repose. Sadly, not all can be an enlightened being like me.

”YOUNG MASTER!” the tender tones of terror reached my ears. My dear Noemi. What a lovely bitch.

”Shall we hide?” my cunt added in a whisper. I turned my head to gaze at her terror with pure amusement.

If this woman could be worth my time cultivating, then it was an apt time to test her mettle.

”Do you want to stay with me, Noemi?” i answered with a question of my own.

”I will do anything to be with you, young master!” and i got nothing but her unadulterated wish to serve me.