Xyrin Empire-Chapter 92 - : A duel? Ha...
Chapter 92: Chapter 92: A duel? Ha…
I watched the young man who had appeared so suddenly, pushing aggressively forward, decked out in lavish attire, feeling arrogantly superior, with a sense of incredulity. Another glance at the dozen or so well-equipped guards radiating powerful energy fluctuations surrounding him, and I was hit with a sudden, intense feeling of being an expendable extra—wasn’t this the quintessential young noble protagonist booster, always ready to appear in any situation to highlight the hero’s invincibility and to hand over a wealth of experience when trampled underfoot?
At this moment, in my imaginative space, the young man referred to as Young Master Tosca already had three giant, golden, shining letters floating above his head: N-P-C!
Mr. NPC… oh, no, Young Master Tosca’s gaze swept over in our direction, hesitated not even a moment to dismiss me, and then lingered on a few of the girls, his face showing an expression of amazement.
Tosca thought he had seen all of the world’s most beautiful women and that nothing could surprise him anymore, but now, he suddenly felt that his knowledge was far too shallow.
The four girls in front of him, each with their own charm, deeply attracted his attention.
The playful and cute girl next door, the gentle and approachable beautiful sister, the mischievously naughty natural nemesis, and most eye-catching of all, the aloof young lady with the dreamy golden hair, noble as a queen herself.
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Tosca felt he had made the right choice coming here today.
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If I could read minds, at this moment, I would surely shed tears of frustration at God Himself, wondering what level of pervert one must be to develop such a near-foul and magical sharpness of vision, to be able to discern their personalities and temperaments from the very subtle movements of Qianqian and the others in a single glance!
Such a formidable insight could probably be considered a divine-level ability, right? Perhaps even Lin Xue’s Seventh Sense wouldn’t come close in comparison, would it?
Staring blankly for a long time, Tosca finally remembered the purpose of his visit today, and once again he adopted a condescending tone to ask, but this time his voice no longer carried the malicious tone of a street thug threatening the weak. Instead, it was filled with the dignified authority of one in a higher position and a feigned sense of justice, as if he were a knight representing the order and dignity of the law, come to punish someone who had disrupted normal business operations through deceitful means.
It was quite clear that this person was like an overly eager peacock, trying his hardest to show off his gentlemanly and upright side to the ladies.
“Who is causing trouble here? I just received a report that someone has been using cheating methods to illicitly make money—”
Tosca continued to speak righteously until his gaze, having finally moved from the girls’ faces, accidentally landed on the large pile of chips in front of them.
Suddenly, the face of our extras background villain npc lit up with a vivid expression.
He had never expected that the culprits of such vile cheating methods to make a fortune, as the rumors said, would be four angelic beauties. At that moment, he really wanted to bash his sniveling subordinate—who had come to him after losing all his money—over the head with a stick. That worthless fool, to have left out such crucial information!
It seemed that he forgot that at the time, his subordinate did have a few more things to tell him, but he had been too eager to come here seeking the thrill of bullying the weak to give the man a chance to finish.
Seeing the young man across from me stop speaking halfway with an embarrassed look on his face, I already knew what was going on. Thus, I didn’t say anything, watching with an interested anticipation to see how this guy would extricate himself.
Tosca, looking for a way out, scanned the room and, at last, spotted behind the four girls an inconspicuous young man who he had ignored from the beginning. Was this young man with the girls?
Just a country bumpkin.
Tosca immediately relegated the man to the background. He couldn’t believe this guy had any relation to those angel-like young ladies, assuming at most that he was some servant of theirs—perhaps the Golden-haired Girl’s servant?
I had no idea that I had been relegated to the role of an extra character by the npc in front of me; I just suddenly had a premonition that he was about to do something stupid.
Tosca strode over to me, looking down from his lofty perch and gave me a once-over before resting his riding whip on my shoulder, striking a pose as he said, “It seems you’re the one causing trouble? Do you have no concept of law and order in your heart?!”
Tosca suddenly felt he was exceptionally clever!
The country bumpkin in front of him definitely wasn’t anyone of importance—just an insignificant attendant at most. The smartest move was to dump all the blame on him. The lovely misses certainly wouldn’t deign to defend such a one, and this way, he could also successfully avoid the awkwardness with the young ladies and maybe even make up for some earlier mistakes.
Being suddenly accused of disturbing public order for no reason left me stunned; could this guy have some kind of mental issue?
Cough cough, although, had he arrived a little later, I certainly would have been tempted to gamble a round…
Though my abilities might not be as suited as Qianqian’s, my spiritual power was strong enough to at least interfere a bit with someone’s thoughts.
Hmm, no, I’m getting off-topic again.
Qianqian was the one who couldn’t stand to see me treated rudely. She was the first to stand up and, irritated, said to Tosca, “What’s wrong with your eyes?! My boyfriend hasn’t even touched those things…”
Qianqian was speaking halfway when I suddenly felt her temperament take a sharp turn, and with a cold and eerie tone, she said, “… Let your short and fragile life drown in the lengthy course of time!”
Truly, even more speechless-making than Sandora’s personality shift.
My sister placed her hands on Qianqian’s shoulders, urging her to calm down, then said to Tosca with a frown, “Sir, it’s highly evident that, whether anyone cheated or not, we few were the ones playing here just now. Unless… perhaps, blinding you permanently wouldn’t be such a bad idea either… hehe…”
She’s turned dark! Indeed, she has turned dark!
At this moment, my heart was overwhelmed with emotions.
Lin Xue suddenly realized this was the perfect time to cause trouble, convinced that stirring things up is an eternal truth, so she grabbed my arm and, using an adorably annoyed tone acquired from who knows where, said to Tosca, “Brother is a dummy, so there’s absolutely no way brother would cheat! You’re accusing an innocent person!”
Dear God, just strike me down, strike me down now!!
Qianqian, that wretched girl, was actually launching an irresistible attack on me in such a cunning manner!!!
Tosca was obviously baffled by the sudden changes before him and couldn’t react in time, while Sandora timely added the last straw.
Our noble Her Majesty the Queen gave a proper smile while gracefully and tenderly taking my arm and said to the somewhat short-circuited man before her with a polite but commanding tone, “I despise violence, so you’d best apologize to my husband right now!”
…Dear classmate God, sorry for troubling you for nothing. Just leave the task of striking me dead to Qianqian.
Qianqian’s murderous gaze swept back and forth between Sandora and me several times, but in the end, it settled on Tosca, who was petrifying on the spot.
Such a bizarre shift of hatred.
But having it transferred to that fellow is much better than it staying on me—the pressure from a darkened Qianqian is not any less than being watched by Abyss…
Tosca now felt the whole world seemed surreal, having initially thought the bumpkin before him was the easiest to bully, he never imagined that he would turn out to be the very last person one should bully, and it was clear his words had thoroughly offended all four beauties.
Moreover, recalling the four beauties’ references to the bumpkin, he felt outraged on top of his shock.
Brother, younger brother that’s all fine, but even a boyfriend? How could that silly, dumb-looking guy deserve to be with such a beautiful and adorable Angel?
Even more incredible was that another dignified, golden-haired girl was that guy’s wife!
Tosca suddenly found it hilarious.
Was he actually being jealous of an ordinary Civilian youth?
In this city filled with Nobles and other important persons, Tosca had them all at his fingertips, and he could get his hands on the information of any notable outsiders in no time—all for the sake of broadening his prospects. Now more than ever, this ensured him that the rustic-looking man in front of him was nothing more than a lowly Civilian.
Although the four uniquely attractive young ladies stood out, they surely didn’t come from notable households. Perhaps the noble golden-haired girl had some Noble bloodline, but her ordinary dress (The world’s Noble attire is quite complicated, so Sandora still wore her favorite sky-blue dress when going out. In the eyes of the Otherworldly People, such attire was pretty, but certainly not considered lavish) hinted she might be from a fallen Noble family. Tosca felt that his chances of dealing with her were even higher than with the others!
So, he had no need to worry at all. Relying on his status and wealth, with just a few minor tricks, naturally, he could win the ladies’ favor. As for this poor youth, he could be easily dealt with.
“I challenge you to a duel.”
Tosca said confidently, as if he was bestowing some grace upon the person before him.
“Ah?”
I was taken aback, what kind of turn of events was this?
But the other party interpreted my confusion as a sign of cowardice and disdainfully said, “Since the truth remains unclear, only the sword in my hand can represent justice. Or are you already afraid? Rest assured, as a righteous Knight, I won’t harm your life.”
Just make it worse than death, Tosca secretly added to himself.
