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"Slap!"
A crisp sound rang out.
Yulian had forcefully slapped away Druhand's wandering hand.
"Who are you?"
Druhand was startled, annoyed but for now not daring to act out.
The guy who suddenly appeared in front of him was tall and straight, and his demeanor was no less than his own. What if he was a noble of higher status than himself…
"Young Master Hand, this guy is just a commoner!"
"I even beat this guy up this morning!"
A sharp, piercing voice drilled into Yulian's ears.
Yulian's lips curved up.
Yes, the lackey speaking was the bald man from the morning.
It was just that he was wearing a hat now, and Yulian almost didn't recognize him.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"Beat him up fiercely for me!"
Druhand's eyes were full of gloomy malice, and he immediately gave the order.
I can't use Magic, but I can still deal with you.
Yulian's eyes were sharp, and he clenched his fists, ready to strike.
"Young Master Druhand!"
"This is the Church!"
What Yulian didn't expect was that Emilia actually stepped forward to block him.
A slender figure, yet she herself was trembling with fear.
"Lord Druhand."
The bald man hesitated and looked at Druhand.
"Just you wait!"
Druhand gritted his teeth, glared viciously at Yulian, and then left angrily.
"Hoo~"
Emilia took a deep breath to calm herself down and smiled at Yulian.
"Thank you, I'm safe now."
But no matter how you looked at this forced smile, it was heartbreaking.
"This lowly commoner!"
"I want him dead!"
Druhand's angry curses came from afar.
"Um, if there's anything else, you can come find me at 23 Colin Street anytime."
Emilia covered her chest with her hand, frowning, full of worry.
What a foolish woman.
Yulian felt a Stuffy feeling in his heart, so angry he couldn't speak.
Yulian had seen many selfish people, but this was the first time he had seen a living saint.
Didn't this foolish woman know her own situation?
"23 Colin Street?"
"I've remembered it."
Angry as he was, Yulian couldn't say a single harsh word.
Moreover, they were just passing acquaintances, and it wasn't up to Yulian to worry about this foolish woman.
"Miss!"
"Are you alright!"
An old woman hurried over from not far away, nervously checking Emilia all over.
"I just saw…"
"Auntie, I'm fine."
Emilia pursed her lips and gave a bitter smile. After looking at Yulian's retreating back, she lowered her head slightly again, staring blankly at her forearm.
When that handsome man stepped forward, he gently pulled her behind him.
He was like a towering mountain, protecting her behind him.
The sunlight shone on him, reflecting his noble temperament and elegant demeanor.
Emilia gently covered her chest.
Recalling this scene, Emilia felt her heart skip a beat.
He was a very… strange person.
The sound of the carriage bells was pleasant. Only after seeing Emilia safely seated in the carriage and leaving did Yulian slowly walk out from an inconspicuous corner.
"I might be back later today."
Yulian looked to the east, which was the direction of the Heiter family.
After just one glance, Yulian set off again towards the tavern.
"What would the guest like to order?"
Taverns were mostly underground. The people who came here included commoners, adventurers, disguised commoners, and curious young nobles.
Yulian casually ordered a cup of sake and began to listen attentively.
"Didn't a demon appear in the Divine Moon Forest recently?"
"A demon?"
"I hope I don't run into it!"
…
"Speaking of which, prices have risen quite a bit recently,"
"Hasn't it always been like this for so many years?"
"The Holy Capital is expensive to live in anyway."
…
"I'm telling you, don't tell anyone else!"
"Okay! Tell me!"
"I found out that the Count was framed by the Second Prince!"
"Really?!"
"Absolutely!"
"It must be true!"
"Now the old king isn't choosing…"
…
There was a lot of information, and it was messy, but fortunately, Yulian still found what he needed.
Yulian lowered his head, but his eyes quietly glanced at a table of adventurers not far away.
"I can't believe the Church has become a lackey of the nobles now!"
"Blatantly slandering Baron Corister!"
"Speaking of which, Baron Corister is really miserable."
"Who says he isn't!"
"It's clearly because he saved Princess Victoria and was openly granted nobility by the royal family!"
"I didn't expect him to be framed just after arriving in the Holy Capital!"
"These disgusting nobles clearly can't stand commoners rising up!"
"Especially Miss Emilia, she doesn't know how many noble offspring have threatened and lured her during this time!"
"How can those useless drunkards be worthy of Miss Emilia!"
I don't know whether these three adventurers were truly brave, or if the Corister incident had indeed aroused public anger.
Yulian himself didn't expect to hear so much explosive news.
Baron Corister, for his meritorious service in protecting the princess, was exceptionally granted the title of Viscount of the Holy Capital, but he was disliked and collectively ostracized by the native nobles, who even secretly colluded with the Church to slander him for sending people to rob the Holy Capital's sacred relic.
Amazing, truly amazing.
"Tap."
Yulian gently put down his wine glass, sobered up with Magic, and walked out of the tavern.
It was already dark.
Outside the tavern, there were also far fewer people, almost none.
Even though it was just drinking, the tavern was always considered a remote place in the Holy Capital.
"Magic – Shadow Concealment."
Confirming that no one was paying attention to him, Yulian activated the stealth Magic, merging his entire body into the shadows.
"Magic – Shadow Seeking."
Merged into the shadows, Yulian activated Magic again, and in an instant, Yulian moved!
The shadows were like still ancient wells, but in the bright moonlight and illuminated areas, people were startled by a sudden black shadow that flashed past!
"Grebart."
"Chalkovs."
"…"
"Henry Dooming."
Yulian muttered to himself.
His calm voice was like a roll call.
Yulian, merged with the shadows, was the Grim Reaper's scythe, and the names Yulian muttered were the blood-red names on the Grim Reaper's list.
"Pfft!"
Blood sprayed everywhere. The young man who was riding on the lithe girl a second ago, galloping freely with a face full of arrogance, instantly turned into a headless corpse and fell off the bed.
"Pfft!"
Blood sprayed. The young man who was drinking and reveling with his friends, arrogant and unrestrained, was talking about how to make those lowly maid slaves obedient and submissive a second ago. The next second, he was physically "submissive" next to his friend.
…
"Finally, it's your turn."
Arriving at a manor-like place, Yulian stopped below a tall building and looked up.
Even though he was moving in the shadows, Yulian was a bit tired from running around and killing so many people.
Fortunately, this was the last one.
"Dru—Hand."
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