Although at the beginning, he was quite indifferent to this "primitive", "backward" and "barbaric" power, always thinking that he could solve everything with magic, and was even forced to learn it by his cheap teacher Sorin Markov.
But later, after he became the lord of the ninth layer of Baator Hell, as a great devil, he gained the bonus of the plane's will, and gained many melee expertise such as "cleave", "combat reflexes", "mastery of the first strike", "mastery of feints", "attack and defense", etc., so he gradually began to incorporate swordsmanship into his arsenal.
Later, he learned the gorgeous sword dance of the elves from the dark girl Eilistraee, and successfully integrated it into his own swordsmanship system, eventually forming today's varied and highly ornamental style.
Different from Iristrie's sword dance that focused on rhythm and beauty, Zuo Si's sword dance gave people a significantly more aggressive feeling. Often, just by passing by someone, the other person would suddenly splatter dark red blood, or several holes would appear on vital parts.
In addition, his movement speed was not fast, so it was like he was taking a leisurely stroll in the bloody storm, and every move exuded an aura of nobility and elegance.
The strong sense of contrast, the careless and casual attitude towards killing, and the overwhelming strength against the inhuman apostles, blended together to produce a very subtle chemical reaction.
Many nobles and servants were unconsciously attracted and their eyes revealed shock and admiration that could not be described in words.
After all, admiring the strong is human nature.
When you are weak, everything you do is wrong.
But if you are strong enough, then even if you have made embarrassing mistakes in the past, there will be a lot of people who will come out to clean up the mess.
Maybe you can even interpret some bullshit about personality, spirit, belief, or other success-themed garbage.
It was obvious that Zuo Si at the moment was the powerful man, so powerful that even Viscount Lister Roald, who was an apostle, was afraid and trembling.
Only twenty seconds had passed from the time the sword was drawn and the attack was launched, and the area within a radius of about ten meters centered on Zuo Si was filled with the corpses of the "lion group".
The blood completely dyed the ground beneath their feet black and red, and it felt extremely sticky when they stepped on it.
It does not have exaggerated strength or size, nor does it have any incomprehensible supernatural powers. It is just a steel sword of relatively good quality in this world.
If it hadn't hit the vital points, it wouldn't even be able to pierce the apostle's fur and muscles that were as hard as rocks.
But the incredible thing is that this sword can always accurately hit the most vulnerable part of the body structure, and then kill the target with one blow when the target loses balance or cannot move.
The regenerative ability that the apostles were so proud of was of no use at all in this situation.
Efficient killing! Quick death!
Viscount Lester Roald finally realized why Zuo Si had never shown fear of him like others did.
That was not pretense of calmness or bluffing, but absolute confidence in one's own strength.
He simply couldn't imagine how horrible the scene would be if Zuo Si was using not the ordinary steel sword dropped by the nobles, but the two extremely heavy door-panel swords.
It is estimated that what fell on the ground would not be a relatively intact body, but chopped and flattened meat paste.
Horrible! It's really horrible!
It's simply a monster in human skin!
Viscount Lister Roald even felt that Zuo Si was more like a non-human apostle than himself.
Watching helplessly as more than two-thirds of his offspring were slaughtered in half a minute, he finally realized that his words about eliminating the "lion group" within a minute were not a threat, intimidation or nonsense, but were serious.
If any other apostle discovered such a powerful enemy, the first thing they would do is turn around and run away.
After all, they have nearly unlimited lifespans and powers far beyond those of ordinary people, so they can ensure that they live well no matter where they go.
But the problem is that every apostle has a spiritual defect, or you can call it a weakness.
And Viscount Lister Roald's weakness is precisely "family".
To him, family is everything. It is something he must protect at the cost of his life. It can even be said to be the entire meaning and belief of life.
So running away was not an option from the beginning.
Ding! With the crisp sound of metal collision, Viscount Lister Roald, who had been hiding behind and letting his offspring besiege his opponent, finally rushed forward and swung the big knife in his hand to slash at Zuo Si fiercely.
But unfortunately, the attack was easily blocked.
To be precise, Zuo Si made the sword in his hand present a subtle tilt angle, and then the broadsword slid to other directions along this angle. It was not a head-on block.
Because the sword in his hand is like a toothpick compared to the opponent's weapon. Its hardness cannot withstand such a huge impact force and it will definitely break.
As a cautious person, Zuo Si does not want to lose the only weapon in his hand at this time.
He had to continue to play the role of a mortal to defeat the monster in front of him, rather than letting others see that he was actually a demon god more terrifying than the apostles.
"You can't possibly be human! Who are you? Why are you in my territory?"
Viscount Lester Roald asked harshly with gritted teeth.
"Haha, you said I'm not human, right? Open your eyes and take a good look at the reactions of the nobles who came to the wedding in the castle, as well as the servants and ordinary soldiers who have followed you for many years.
Guess which of us they think is the monster?
You have to know that most people in the world make their first impression based on appearance.
So it doesn't matter what you think.
What matters is that I still remain human and am defeating a terrible monster in a way that is understandable and acceptable to humans.
What's more, do you think that after showing your identity as an apostle in public, you can continue to be a lord here safely?
In fact, the family you care about so much is doomed from the moment your identity as an apostle is exposed.
You are just making your last desperate struggle now."
As Zuo Si spoke, he continued to efficiently slaughter the "lion group" until the last one fell in front of him, then he shook the blood off the sword and stopped.
And at this moment, only forty-five seconds had passed since he drew his sword.
And no matter how many enemies he killed and how much blood splattered everywhere like raindrops, his body remained spotless.
"There are still fifteen seconds. How long do you think you can hold out against my sword? Five seconds? Ten seconds?"
Zuo Si approached forward step by step with very slow steps.
Although he looked very small in front of the apostle's huge body, the oppressive feeling he exuded was suffocating.
When this astonishing sense of oppression was transformed into fear, Viscount Lister Roald's psychological defenses began to collapse, and every time Zuo Si took a step forward he would subconsciously take a step back.
Because he had a premonition that if he dared to stay where he was, he would surely die in the next second, just like his short-lived offspring who fell to the ground.
"Kill him! Kill this damn monster!"
"That's right! Cut off his head!"
"From the moment he turned into a monster, he no longer had the right to rule the Roald family! He is even less worthy of being a member of the nobility! His blood has been contaminated by filth and dirt!"
"As long as he dies, you will be the new Viscount Roald!"
…
Seeing that the situation was settled, the nobles who were just on the attic of the castle began to shout and clamor excitedly, as if they wanted to vent all the fear and anxiety in their hearts.
They obviously knew that if the final winner was Viscount Lister Roald, they would definitely not expect to leave alive.
It is possible that this madman will take the opportunity to lead the "lion group" to attack the territory that is leaderless and in civil strife, and take the opportunity to expand his sphere of influence.
After all, with the decline of the country's royal authority, local nobles have essentially evolved into semi-independent warlords.
The royal family could not even control the capital and its surrounding lands, but was completely marginalized by several hostile dukes.
Civil wars continued one after another, but no one could put the shattered kingdom back together as a whole. Instead, it split, split, and split again in chaos with no end in sight.
Every noble lord is accumulating strength and trying to expand by annexing his neighbors, so that he can enter the final round to compete for the vacant throne.
Yes, in the eyes of the country's nobility, the royal family has long ceased to exist.
Its only value is to be the prize for the winner of the chicken game, conferring legitimacy on one's rule through marriage to a princess or queen.
Therefore, even if Viscount Lister Roald risked the world's condemnation by killing people at the wedding, as long as he did not reveal his identity as an apostle, he would at most be verbally abused and condemned, and no one would stand up to uphold justice.
There is no way, this is the most true portrayal of troubled times.
In such an environment, morality and kindness are worthless. Instead, those who dare to break the bottom line of morality and humanity again and again can thrive.
Because no matter how despicable a person is, as long as he succeeds in the end, he will naturally become a role model for future generations to learn and emulate.
For example, Gou Jian, the King of Yue who slept on firewood and tasted gall in history and was regarded as an inspirational role model, is the best example.
However, the shouting and clamoring of the nobles did not affect Viscount Lister Roald.
At this moment, he didn't dare to be distracted at all. He automatically blocked out all the noises, tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and prepared to face the impending fatal attack.
Through the killing just now, he already understood that Zuo Si was not joking when he said that the battle could be ended in one minute.
When there were only ten seconds left before the one-minute deadline, Zuo Si suddenly sped up and rushed forward at a speed that was almost instantaneous.
boom!!!!!!
When his sword thrust out, he heard the explosion of breaking the sound barrier behind him.
You don't need to ask to know that this is a supersonic attack.
Although it might not even be considered a warm-up for Zuo Si, it was something Viscount Lister Roald could never achieve. He could only watch helplessly as the sharp sword slashed across his shoulder, cutting into the bone gap at an incredibly precise angle and severing all the muscles and tendons. He had no time to react at all.
Not until Zuo Si's figure brushed past it did the nerves transmit the intense pain to the brain, and then the entire arm began to fall off, with the aorta spurting out a blood mist.
“This…how is this possible?!”
Viscount Lister Roald's pupils dilated instantly. He first glanced at the arm that fell to the ground, and then stared at the enemy who had just landed and had a faint smile on his face.
"You don't think that this is the limit of my speed and skills?"
There was a hint of mockery in Zuo Si's tone.
He could clearly feel that the more he tortured and teased the apostle in front of him, the more violently the web of fate wrapped around him vibrated, as if some force was about to break through the barrier between the two worlds.
This was undoubtedly a very obvious signal that the God of the Abyss was beginning to try to drag him into cause and effect.
"No! I will not fail! And I will not die! I will make the Roald Family continue to grow and become stronger and stronger and stand on top of the world!"
Viscount Lister Roald apparently smelled a strong scent of death. He picked up his arm that had fallen to the ground, activated his regenerative ability, and reattached it. A creepy madness appeared on his lion-like face.
Such a strong and twisted desire would undoubtedly resonate with Behelet.
In a flash!
At that moment, a stone with a human face carved on it flew out from the study on the second floor of the castle, opened its eyes and mouth, and let out a shrill scream, while strange tears of blood flowed from its eyes.
Such a shocking scene undoubtedly shocked and unbelievable everyone in the castle who was watching the battle.
But before they could react, Behelet opened the passage to the "underworld", or the sea of thoughts and souls.
Soon after, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, from the original castle into an enclosed space covered with different emblems of different sizes, with things like blood vessels attached to the surface.
If you feel it carefully, you can even feel the blood flowing inside.
There is no doubt that this space is basically a projection of Viscount Lister Roald's inner world.
The emblem represents the family, and the blood vessels symbolize the inheritance of blood.
A woman who was almost naked, with her hair wriggling like a snake and a pair of huge black bat wings behind her, just chose to hover in mid-air, looking down at Viscount Lister Roald with a look as if he were trash.
"According to the law of cause and effect, the demon-subduing ritual has begun. Now you can offer your sacrifice."
The woman pursed her lips and made a meaningful announcement.
Just one second later, the noble lady Mana was teleported into this different dimension out of thin air.
It was not difficult to tell from the stunned expression on her face that she had no idea what was happening before her eyes.
God's Hand, the prostitute of Taihai - Yulan! Zuo Si recognized the only woman in God's Hand without any effort.
Of course, that's assuming they still have gender.
"Sacrifice?"
Viscount Lister Roald was stunned for a moment, then he cast his gaze toward the huge entrance to the real world behind him, pointed at all the nobles and servants in the castle and shouted, "They are my sacrifices, no matter how many you want."
Hearing this, God's Hand Silan immediately laughed contemptuously: "Haha, sorry, that won't work.
Because these people are nothing to you.
The sacrifices in the demon-exorcism ritual are not just life, soul, and flesh.
He has to be someone who is very important to you, a part of yourself and your heart.
In other words, you must voluntarily sever your humanity and then allow the power of the abyss to flow in to replenish the spiritual void left by the loss of your humanity.
And now the only one who can be regarded as a sacrifice for you is her..."
As the last word came out of her mouth, Silan raised her arm and pointed at Mana, who was standing there with a confused look on her face and had no idea what was going on.
Viscount Lister Roald's eyes widened instantly at this scene.
Because that was his last hope to continue his family bloodline.
If Mana became a sacrifice, he would be destroying his own family with his own hands, and at the same time negating all his previous efforts.
I have to say, the God of the Abyss and the Hand of God under his control are really quite evil.
Always give others hope, and then extinguish it, causing the target to voluntarily abandon humanity and fall into the abyss in pain and despair.
Although Zuo Si had done this more than once, he usually used it on his enemies and would not torture passers-by who had nothing to do with him for no reason.
Could this be the true face of the God of the Abyss, the embodiment of evil thoughts?
Or is this just some kind of plan it is carrying out to better interfere with the real world and weave the web of fate?
After all, the will of this world is far from being able to control the fate of everyone, otherwise there wouldn't be people like the Skeleton Knight and Guts who cut off cause and effect and jumped out of the water.
"Soth, where on earth is this? Why am I suddenly here?"
Mana was obviously frightened by the words of the Hand of God, and subconsciously wanted to run in the direction of her future husband.
But she obviously overestimated her athletic ability and the impact that the uneven ground and very soft blood vessels would have on women's shoes. She fell to the ground with a thump after running only two steps.
Fortunately, there were fleshy blood vessels underneath, so the noble lady was not injured. Only her arms and legs were pinched by the extremely elastic blood vessels and could not be pulled out.
"Relax and don't move. No one can do anything to you with me here."
Zuo Si smiled and comforted the sixteen-year-old girl not far away.
Hearing these words, Mana's original nervousness and panic quickly subsided, replaced by an inexplicable sense of security. She stopped struggling and just stayed there motionless, staring back and forth between her uncle and the Hand of God with her curious eyes.
"Do you want to ruin the sacrifice?"
Yulan pursed her lips into a dangerous, seductive smile.
As the Hand of God, she is the agent of the God of the Abyss, an extension of his will and thoughts, so she can clearly feel that the person in front of her is not in the web of fate, but the problem is that she can't see through the other person at all.
Moreover, the God of the Abyss is extremely eager to bring this person under his control.
That strong impulse is just like treating the next hand of God.
"Why, no? Or do you think I can't do it?"
Zuo Si slowly raised the sword in his hand, instantly releasing the shining oil and divine power to transform and strengthen it into a true divine weapon.
He knew that ordinary weapons could not harm the Hand of God which was blessed by the law of cause and effect.
After all, even if the Skeleton Knight used a large amount of collected Behelet to forge the Water-Calling Sword, which was said to be able to cut through time and space, he was unable to break the defense of these God's Hands.
To be precise, he had never actually touched the hand of any god.
Because in the face of the law of causality, the mere power of cutting off space is nothing to be afraid of.
Of course, it is not ruled out that the so-called cutting of space by the Water Summoning Sword is not really cutting off space, but using the power of Behelet to open a hole in the real world and the sea of thoughts to create a similar effect.
But none of this matters. What matters is that Zuo Si has the ability to create a handy artifact at any time, and this method is very subtle, so it cannot be seen by mortals in the real world at all.
A strong sense of vigilance suddenly appeared on Yulan's originally charming face.
She was not one of those arrogant and unvigilant apostles, and she was extremely sensitive to energy. She could easily detect that not only had the material of the sword changed, but it was also wrapped in a layer of power that was enough to hurt her.
Zuo Si replied nonchalantly: "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to kill you, at least not yet. I just want to prove to you that I have the ability to hurt the Hand of God, that's all."
"So this is a warning?"
Yulan licked her lips with her tongue, her eyes revealing naked and undisguised greed and desire.
As the Hand of God born from the fallen desires and pleasures of mankind, she is basically the equivalent of Slaanesh in this world, and as such has an instinctive oral desire for strong, dangerous, and full of vitality members of the opposite sex.
"It depends on you and whether the next two sacrifices will begin. After all, I am a person who values promises very much."
While saying this, Zuo Si deliberately glanced at the noble lady Mana not far away, and the implication of his words was self-evident.
"Hahaha! You're really funny! Because there is no cause and effect for you at all. This means that you don't care about anyone around you at all. Even if they die, you won't shed a single tear, right?"
Yucca suddenly burst into laughter without warning.
Because the so-called "law of cause and effect" and "destiny" are essentially the connection between a person and other people around him and even the entire world.
The more people or things he cares about, pays attention to, and even loves, the stronger the law of cause and effect will be.
Just like Griffith's ascension to the devil directly sacrificed the entire Eagle Group.
Because he once said that the Eagle Group is his own wings and flesh and blood, and he regards all members of the group as "his own things."
So when Guts proposed to leave, he reacted so strongly, and even made the impulsive act of sneaking into the princess' room in the middle of the night to vent his desires.
This is why Griffith can become the fifth God's Hand, while others can usually only become apostles.
If you want to become the Hand of God, you first need to establish a strong causal connection, such as having many trusted subordinates, close comrades-in-arms, people who need to be protected, etc.
In other words, the sacrifice of the God of the Abyss is somewhat similar to an equal exchange.
The more humanity a person can sacrifice, the more abyss energy will enter his body, and the stronger his power will naturally be.
The scale of the sacrifices performed to give birth to the Hand of God is often quite staggering.
For example, the oldest Hand of God, Boyd, directly sacrificed all the people in the capital of the empire during the demon ascension ceremony.
But what about Zuo Si?
He obviously doesn't really care about anyone around him, not even whether the world will be destroyed.
Therefore, in the eyes of God's Hand, there will naturally be no causal relationship.
"Oh? Really?"
Zuo Si slowly walked towards Mana, who was stuck by the thick blood vessels on the ground, hugged her waist in a very forceful manner, and kissed her before she could react.
Although the noble lady was shocked, stunned and shy at first, she was soon overwhelmed by the ecstasy and happiness that could not be described in words. Instead of resisting, she opened her arms and hugged Zuo Si's neck, responding actively and even actively asking for it.
Along with rapid breathing and heartbeats, the power of love and desire intertwined together soon formed a thread of fate of causality between the two.
By the time the two separated, Mana had completely lost the ability to think. Not only was her brain blank, but she was also overly excited due to the massive secretion of hormones, and her entire body was shaking slightly and uncontrollably.
Zuo Si gently stroked the hair of the girl in his arms, then turned around and asked with a smile: "How is it, do I have karma now?"
"How is this possible! There was clearly no…"
Yucca was obviously a little confused by this strange situation.
Normally, whether it is love or hate, it requires time to accumulate and settle, and it is impossible to form in a short period of time.
But the other party clearly had no causal relationship in the previous second, but was closely connected with the noble lady in the next second.
Is this love?
Or was it some kind of strong desire? Yulan narrowed her eyes, clearly confused about the situation.
Because Zuo Si's performance was so weird and his abilities were incomprehensible.
"Just because it didn't exist just now doesn't mean it doesn't exist now. Just wait and see, I will establish more causes and effects next, and even permanently change the whole world."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si suddenly threw the sword in his hand and instantly pierced Viscount Lister Roald's chest.
Puff! "Aaaaaaah! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
The moment the sword was inserted, the body of the Lion Apostle seemed to be ignited, and red flames filled with evil and filth quickly emerged.
Under the burning flames, not only his body was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his soul as well.
Obviously, this is not an ordinary flame, but the hellfire from Baator Hell.
In just a few seconds, Viscount Lister Roald disappeared forever, without leaving even the slightest trace.
With his death, this space began to collapse, and the channel connecting to the real world began to shrink and become smaller.
"You seem to be hiding a lot of secrets."
Yulan obviously didn't care about the death of a mere apostle, but was very interested in Zuo Si, the outlier.
"Everyone has their own secrets, but not everyone can hide their secrets from being discovered by anyone."
Zuo Si picked up the sword that fell on the ground, hugged Mana and turned to walk to the other end of the passage.
"Goodbye, interesting mysterious man. I look forward to meeting you again."
Yulan had no intention of stopping the two from leaving. She hovered in the air motionless from beginning to end, until the rift between the two worlds was completely closed and the huge black vortex above the castle disappeared.
Obviously, witnessing the demon-subduing ceremony with one's own eyes is absolutely shocking for ordinary people, and it may directly subvert their cognition and world outlook.
So when Zuo Si came back from another space, what greeted him was not applause, cheers and admiration, but deathly silence.
Whether it was the nobles who came to attend the wedding or the servants and soldiers who were loyal to the Roald family, their faces revealed expressions of awe and a hint of fear.
Because if Viscount Lister Roald and the mysterious woman were monsters and demons, then what was Zuo Si who defeated them? Was this really something a human could do? An inexplicable emotion began to spread rapidly among the crowd.
At this moment, Zuo Sicai finally understood why some people say that the mental state of people in this world is abnormal and full of madness, distortion, and morbidity.
Maybe it's due to the influence of the God of the Abyss, or maybe it's due to the environment...
In short, people are more likely to develop negative emotions such as greed, jealousy, anger, anxiety, tension, depression, and pain.
However, Mana, as a noble lady, obviously could not notice this subtle change.
To be precise, she was still savoring the sweet kiss just now. Both her eyes and her mind could only hold room for Zuo Si.
But this wonderful feeling of happiness did not last long, and was immediately interrupted by a figure jumping down from a high place.
Bang! "Ah!!!! It's... it's Lady Narberal!"
A maid who happened to be near the crash site let out a piercing scream of panic.
Her voice immediately pulled the noble lady, who was still immersed in the fantasy of a beautiful future life, back to the cruel reality.
"Mother?!"
Mana shuddered violently, and without even bothering to continue enjoying the warmth and sense of security brought by being held in Zuo Si's arms, she quickly lifted her skirt and ran towards the scene of the incident. As a result, she saw her mother lying on the ground, dying with only her last breath left.
"I'm sorry, child. I'm too tired and in too much pain. I really don't have the courage to continue living."
Madam Narberal struggled to raise her hand and gently stroked her daughter's fair and delicate face, her eyes revealing a hint of reluctance and apology.
Since she was already very weak due to continuous childbirth, and the fall caused fractures and ruptured internal organs, it can be said that she is basically beyond saving.
"No! No! No! Don't die! Please! You are the only relative I have left in this world."
Mana obviously couldn't accept this sudden change. She held her mother's pale and bony hand tightly, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.
“Don’t cry.
Death is a relief for me.
Over the years, your uncle has been constantly violating me and forcing me to give birth to those monsters for him.
If it wasn't for protecting you, I would have committed suicide long ago.
Besides, besides me, don't you have another relative and support now?"
As she spoke, Lady Narberal turned her gaze towards Zuo Si who had just walked over and asked directly, "You will protect my daughter and give her happiness, right?"
"Of course! I promise that she will never be threatened or hurt again and can live happily forever."
Zuo Si made the promise without hesitation, and had no intention of using any magic or potion to revive the woman in front of him.
Because for those who are determined to die, life no longer has any meaning. All they want is liberation and peace.
Hearing this answer, Lady Narberal finally smiled faintly and took out a silver signet ring from her bosom.
“This is a token passed down from generation to generation in the Roald family, and only the head of the family is qualified to hold it.
Lister had been looking for it since the end of the war.
But he didn't know that I had been keeping the ring all along.
Now, I give him to you as a blessing for your marriage.
From now on, you are the master of the Roald family and this territory.
Go ahead and chase your dreams and realize your ambitions.”
As the last word came out of her mouth, Lady Narberal used up her last bit of strength to throw the ring to Zuo Si, then closed her eyes and left this world.
In the last moments of her life, she apparently vaguely sensed the horror hidden behind Zuo Si's mask of elegance, politeness and erudition, but she was powerless to change anything and could only use her last bit of bargaining chip to make a deal.
As long as her daughter can be happy and joyful, she doesn't care whether the Roald family will be swallowed up, replaced or disappear in the future.
"No!!!!!"
Seeing her mother had left her forever, Mana suddenly had a mental breakdown and lay on the corpse crying, but just a few seconds later she fainted due to the drastic emotional swing from extreme joy to extreme sorrow.
Seeing this, the servants around rushed over immediately.
In particular, several maids worked together to lift the young lady up and carry her into the room in the castle. The doctor also hurriedly began to prepare herbs.
After all, Mana is the last bloodline of the Roald family.
If anything happens to her, all the servants who depend on this family for survival will face a devastating disaster.
While the servants and the butler were busy, Paris quietly came up behind Zuo Si and stared at the seal ring that symbolized power, her eyes revealing undisguised excitement: "Congratulations, Master. From now on, everything the Roald family owns belongs to you."
"What do you think about what just happened?"
Zuo Si asked without turning his head.
“I… I don’t know.
Although mercenaries, merchants and travelers traveling from north to south have also mentioned rumors about monsters.
But I always thought it was just a ridiculous legend or a story they made up to brag.
But now, I feel that those terrible monsters may be hiding around everyone, just like Viscount Lester Roald."
As she said this, a look of lingering fear appeared on the maid's face. She couldn't believe that she was so close to danger.
Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Yes, it's best that you can understand this.
Remember, this world is more complicated, dangerous, and darker than you think, so it is best to be vigilant and constantly improve yourself.
Starting tomorrow, I will teach you swordplay and fighting techniques.
You'd better be prepared to suffer a lot.
Because it is not easy for someone who has no basic knowledge at all.”
"Don't worry, I won't let you down."
The maid's tone was full of seriousness and determination.
While the two were talking, the nobles who came to attend the wedding finally came out of the castle one after another.
The middle-aged man with a thick beard in the lead first put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, then complimented in a flattering voice: "Your Excellency Prince, you really opened our eyes today."
Without you, I dread to think what would have happened next.
Rest assured, we can all vouch for you.
This proves that the Viscount Lister Roald you killed was no longer a human being, but a terrible monster.
As the hero who saved this land and Miss Mana's husband, you are fully qualified to inherit the Roald family.
If you don't mind, we would like to report this matter to the Kingdom Parliament and the Bishop of the French King's Hall immediately."
"Leaving now? But my wedding hasn't taken place yet."
Zuo Si deliberately acted embarrassed.
“We would love to stay and attend your wedding too.
But the problem is that this matter is too horrifying and must be dealt with as soon as possible.
As an apology, we are willing to give you all the villages close to the border of the Roald family as gifts.
From now on, these places are your territory."
Another female noble hurriedly took out a map and showed a large piece of land circled in red.
According to this map, the territory of the Roald family has doubled in size.
It was not difficult to tell from their slightly panicked and nervous reactions that they were afraid, afraid of being forced to stay and become hostages, or being slaughtered.
After realizing this, Zuo Si simply stopped pretending and asked with a smile: "Do you think that paying this little price can satisfy my appetite? Not enough! Not enough at all!"
"What?!"
"You...you don't want to swallow us up, do you?"
"That's impossible! The Fashir family has been established for more than two hundred years. No one can take our territory away!"
"Yes! Even if you imprison us, don't think of making us compromise!"
The nobles immediately protested strongly when they realized how big Zuo Si's appetite was.
But the next second...
Their shouting was like a little chicken being grabbed by the neck and instantly losing its voice.
Zuo Si raised his sword and responded with contempt: "Imprisonment? Compromise? Are you mistaken?
I don't need anyone's approval at all.
I just need to kill you all here and then attack with my army to get everything I want.
After all, Viscount Lister Roald has been proven to be a monster, so as his neighbors, can you also be monsters? For the safety of the lives of the people living on this land, I have the responsibility and obligation to eradicate the threat.
For justice!
For justice! Please all of you die!"
The moment the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si swung his sword and chopped off the head of the noble closest to him.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”
Amid the screams of several female nobles, a merciless killing began...
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