99 Scoring Off (1/2)

Hawk, Roland, and Betta left.

The crowd of beggars and commoners dispersed, leaving only the gesticulating nobles at a distance. These well-dressed high-class figures let out boisterous waves of laughter from time to time.

It seemed that the death of the young nobleman had given them great pleasure.

Roland looked for a moment at the small group of nobles, sighed a little, and then walked to the front of the two young nobles.

Watching the two teens cry bitterly as they held the body of their eldest brother in their arms, Roland waited until they had no more strength to cry, no more tears to shed, and said slowly, ”What family are you guys from? Where are your parents?”

The young nobleman had been dead for a long time now, and even his two younger brothers had come running to him. There was no reason why their parents wouldn't have heard the news.

Upon hearing Roland's words, the boys looked up at him.

The older boy had anger in his eyes, but not much hatred.

But the other boy, staring at Roland for a moment, his eyes, red from crying, was full of hatred and rage.

Suddenly, he stood up and threw himself at Roland, shouting furiously, ”I'll kill you, slaughterer!”

Roland stretched out his leg and kicked the boy back down, turning him over and over.

This young noble was just an ordinary person. Although Roland was a mage, he was now level four, and even though the growth of his constitution attribute was much lower than that of warriors, he was much stronger than a normal person.

His reaction was also faster than a normal person's.

After the boy was kicked back, he lay prone on the ground and stared blankly for a while, then wailed in pain and hammered the ground forcefully with his fists, doing so until his skin tore open.

The other boy took one look at his younger brother, then turned to face Roland. ”Please, Sir, allow us to collect the remains of our eldest brother. If you have time… come quietly to our house later in the night. I have something to tell you.”

When saying those last few words, the boy was very, very quiet, and his lips almost didn't seem to move.

However, Roland heard it.

Now that's interesting… Roland pretended to hear nothing and turned to leave.

The nobles were still having a good laugh off to the side. When Roland passed by, the nobles lowered their voices but their repulsive smiles still didn't cease.

Roland didn't want to deal with this group of people. After all, they were not of the same world, spiritually or physically.

But just as Roland was about to pass this group, he heard a voice. It was so low that he could just barely hear it. This seemed to be done on purpose.

”Do you really think you're the emissary of justice? The life of the untouchables, not even worth a silver coin, are they really worth fighting so desperately for?”

It was a rather haughty young man.

Roland curled his finger at him. ”Come out!”

”I won't come out. Would you dare hurt me in front of so many people?” The young noble said the most cowardly words with the most arrogant attitude!

Roland recognized the meaning of the young noble's words: apart from the nobles, all other people weren't human.

Moreover, he seemed to think that Roland wouldn't dare act violently given the presence of so many nobles.

To act out on the spot would be not giving face to the other nobles.

To put it crudely, it would be trampling on the dignity of the noble class.

Roland laughed lightly.

When he was still a high school student, he dared to beat up a ”hoodlum” in front of his teacher. He, Schuck, and the other four childhood friends also used to fight against the senior student hoodlums.

In that peaceful, even overly regulated society, he dared to strike out in anger.