touchnovel Chapter 110 A Girl of Justice!
Chapter 110 A Girl of Justice!
Chapter 111 A Girl of Justice!
"stop!"
Just as the destructive energy was about to erupt and completely annihilate Laf, a clear yet undeniable shout came from the distant forest.
The sudden sound caused Hick's men, who were already prepared with their spells, to pause instinctively, and the magic they were gathering became momentarily disordered.
They couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound, wanting to see who dared to disturb Lord Hick's good time.
Sitting on the ground, having closed his eyes and awaited death, Lav heard this command to stop him. The immense joy of escaping death surged into his heart, and his tense body and will involuntarily relaxed for a moment!
However, it was this momentary lapse in concentration that created a fatal gap!
Labour, who had been observing coldly, suddenly had a flash of cold light in his eyes!
He instantly recalled the countless cases and stories that Lord Hick had taught him, and knew that he should take action!
In battle, the slightest negligence or any unexpected interference can instantly reverse the outcome!
Without any hesitation, his body blurred and disappeared on the spot like a ghost!
next second!
Pfft—!
A cold, sharp light flashed by, faster than anyone could imagine!
The fleeting look of surprise on Laf's face hadn't even had time to solidify before his head, spurting blood, was severed from his neck and rolled to the ground. His eyes remained wide open, a lingering desire for life mixed with profound bewilderment.
The moon-white fox perched on his shoulder didn't even realize what was happening before letting out a short, mournful cry, and was suddenly grabbed by a hand covered in a black leather glove.
Rabble's figure was clearly visible beside the headless corpse. He expressionlessly shoved the struggling little beast into a special metal box engraved with complex runes, and slammed the lid shut with a "click," isolating it from all sounds inside and out.
Everything, from the beginning to the end, happened so fast it was breathtaking!
Only the heavy stench of blood in the air and the headless corpse slowly falling proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.
The commotion also brought the men who had been drawn by the shouts back to their senses.
When they turned around, what they saw was no longer their target, but a headless corpse and Rabble holding a metal box with cold eyes. Everyone's face turned ashen!
Rabble slowly straightened up, his gaze sweeping over his subordinates, who had hesitated and paused because of a stranger's words, like an icy spike. His voice was deep and resonant, as if from the deepest abyss, carrying a chilling coldness: "I seem to have always taught you that the mission is above all else, and the orders of the lord cannot be interfered with—but now it seems that, to you, a stranger who appeared out of nowhere, uttering a casual remark, is more important than Lord Hick's will?"
The chilling murderous intent and disappointment in those words sent a shiver down the spines of all his men, their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat.
Their mouths were open, as if they wanted to beg for mercy.
Rabble gave them no chance to explain, his voice growing colder: "I will report your performance today, word for word, to Lord Hick."
These words were like a final judgment, making these subordinates feel their souls tremble and shatter in fear.
But they knew Rabble's character well; any pleading or explanation at this moment would only make things worse.
Going back might bring unimaginable punishment, but if you dare to utter a single word now, you'll be killed on the spot!
So they could only vent all their fear and resentment in the direction the voice came from—to that damned woman!
If it weren't for her—
Just then, the group of uninvited guests finally emerged from the woods and appeared before everyone.
This was a group of about twenty people, dressed uniformly, clearly from a specific organization.
Most of them emanated magical energy fluctuations of a third-level apprentice, while a few were second-level apprentices. The one who spoke just now was one of the second-level apprentices—a girl who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.
At this moment, the girl was glaring angrily at Labour and the others, her face showing a mixture of rage and...
His face was contemplative and incredulous, as if he had witnessed the ultimate evil in the world. His voice was shrill with agitation: "Didn't you hear me tell you to stop?! You murderers! You devils! How could you so cruelly kill a defenseless person?! That was a living, breathing life!"
Hearing the girl's righteous yet ridiculously childish accusations, Labour and his men were momentarily bewildered and taken aback.
What is this woman saying?
Is this still the same dog-eat-dog, perilous wizarding world they know?
The logic and values in her words sound so incongruous, even a bit...
Can't understand?
You don't know anything about the situation, yet you expect us to let the target go?
Although, in terms of the outcome, she did "save"—well, although she failed—the motive and reasoning behind it are just too bizarre.
Moreover, strictly speaking, it was indeed their group that forcibly pursued and killed Raf, and Raf himself did not know who they were or what they did.
Labour suppressed the absurdity in his heart and the impatience caused by the interruption of his mission. His gaze swept over the insignia and clothing of the opposing team, confirming that they were not one of the local powerful forces that could not be easily provoked.
Not wanting to cause any unnecessary trouble for Lord Hick, he tried to calm his tone and asked in a deep voice, "Which organization are you from? We—"
However, this calm question sounded threatening to the girl.
She grew even angrier, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice rising sharply to interrupt Rabble: "You cold-blooded murderer! You want to interrogate us about our origins? Are you going to kill us all to silence us after finding out our background? Let me tell you! I'm not afraid of you! Justice will ultimately prevail over evil!"
Labour was completely stunned, and even a little dumbfounded.
Is that what you mean by "yourself"?
Why is it that every word she uses is common language, yet the meaning of the words combined is so difficult to understand?
How does this brain circuit work?
Even a white wizard wouldn't do that, would he?
The girl's gaze fell upon the gruesome sight of Raf's decapitated body on the ground, and her face immediately contorted with intense grief and sympathy, as if the deceased were her closest kin. Pointing at Raf, her voice trembled with sobs and utter hatred, she cried out, "You thugs! Executioners! You should all be hanged! You'll get your comeuppance!"
Listening to this girl's series of accusations, full of "righteousness" but illogical and only meant to incite hatred out of thin air.
His men, already terrified and resentful of the potential severe punishment they might face, were now so gloomy they could drip water.
A surge of magical power quietly accelerated within their bodies, their cold gazes fixed intently on the uninvited guests.
They will not hesitate to bury these noisy fools, along with their ridiculous "justice," in this desolate wilderness, just as Lord Labour gives the order!
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