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.

左思漫不经心的回答道：“别误会，我没有想杀你的意思，至少暂时还没有，仅仅只是在向你证明自己有伤害神之手的能力，仅此而已。”

“所以这是一种警告？”

丝兰伸出舌头舔了舔嘴唇，眼神中透露出赤裸裸毫不掩饰的贪婪与欲望。

作为从人类堕落欲望、欢愉中诞生的神之手，她基本上就相当于这个世界的色孽，因此对于强大、危险且充满旺盛生命力的异性拥有本能的口渴望。

“这取决于你，以及接下俩的献祭是否会开始。毕竟我可是一个非常重视承诺的人。”

在说这句话的时候，左思故意瞥了一眼不远处的贵族大小姐玛娜，言下之意不言而喻。

“哈哈哈哈！你真的很有趣！因为在你身上根本没有任何因果。这也就意味着你其实根本不在乎身边的任何人，哪怕是他们死了你也不会留下一滴眼泪，对吗？”

丝兰突然毫无征兆的爆发出一阵大笑。

因为所谓的“因果律”、“命运”，本质上就是一个人与周围其他人乃至整个世界的联系。

当他关心、在意、乃至爱着的人或东西越多，其身上的因果律的作用就越强大。

就像格里菲斯的升魔直接献祭了整个鹰之团。

因为他曾经说过，鹰之团就是自己的羽翼和血肉，并且将所有团员视作“属于自己的东西”。

所以当格斯提出要离开的时候，他才会有那么大的反应，甚至是做出了半夜偷偷溜进公主房间发泄欲望的冲动行为。

这也是为何格里菲斯能成为第五位神之手，而其他人通常就只能成为使徒。

想要成为神之手，首先需要建立强大的因果律联系，比如说拥有许多信赖的部下、亲密战友、需要守护的民众等等。

换而言之，深渊之神的献祭有点类似于等价交换。

一个人所能献祭的人性越多，进入他体内的深渊能量就越多，力量自然也就越强。

而神之手诞生所进行的献祭规模往往都相当惊人。

比如说最年长的神之手——波伊得，升魔仪式就直接献祭了整个帝国首都所有的人。

可左思呢？

他显然并不真的关心周围任何一个人，甚至对这个世界是否会毁灭也毫不在意。

所以在神之手的眼中自然也不会有任何因果联系。

“哦？真的吗？”

左思缓缓走向被地上那些粗大血管卡住的玛娜，以一种非常强势的动作搂着腰将其抱在怀中，然后在对方完全没有反应过来之前就吻了上去。

尽管这位贵族大小姐刚开始的时候十分震惊、错愕、羞涩，但很快就被无法用语言形容的狂喜跟幸福感所笼罩，非但没有抗拒反而主动张开双臂搂住左思的脖子积极回应，甚至是主动的索取。

伴随着急促的喘息和心跳，那种爱与欲望交织在一起所形成的力量很快便在两人之间形成一根因果律的命运丝线。

等两人分开的时候，玛娜整个人已经完全丧失了思考能力，不仅大脑一片空白，而且因为激素大量分泌导致兴奋过了头，全身上下不受控制的轻微颤抖。

左思轻轻抚摸着怀中少女的头发，然后转过身笑着问：“如何，现在我身上是否已经有因果了？”

“这怎么可能！明明刚才你们之间还没有……”

丝兰显然被这种诡异的情况搞得有点懵。

正常来说，无论是爱也好、恨也罢，都需要时间的积累与沉淀，根本不可能在短时间内形成。

可对方明明上一秒还是没有任何因果关系，但下一秒就与贵族大小姐紧密的连接在了一起。

这是爱吗？

还是某种强烈的欲望？ 丝兰眯起眼睛明显有点搞不清楚状况。

因为左思的表现实在太诡异了，能力也令人摸不着头脑。

“刚才没有并不意味着现在没有。看着吧，接下来我会建立更多的因果，甚至是永久性的改变整个世界。”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思猛地投出手中的剑瞬间插入李斯特·罗尔德子爵的胸口。

噗！ “啊啊啊啊！不！！！！！！！”

只见剑刃插入的瞬间，这位狮子使徒的身体就像是被点燃了一样，迅速冒出充斥着邪恶、污秽的赤红色烈焰。

在烈焰的焚烧下，他不仅身体在以肉眼可见的速度消失，而且灵魂也同样如此。

很显然，这不是普通的火焰，而是来自巴托地狱的地狱炎息。

才短短几秒钟功夫，李斯特·罗尔德子爵就永远的消失了，没有留下哪怕一丝一毫的痕迹。

随着他的死，这个空间也开始崩塌、与现实世界连接的通道开始收缩、变小。

“你身上似乎隐藏着许多的秘密。”

丝兰显然并不在意区区一个使徒的死亡，而是对左思这个异类充满了兴趣。

“每个人都有属于自己的秘密，但并不是每个人都能隐藏好自己的秘密不被任何人发现。”

左思捡起掉落在地上的剑，抱着玛娜转身朝通道的另外一端走去。

“再见了，有趣的神秘人，我期待着下一次的见面。”

丝兰并没有想要阻止两人离开的意思，从始至终都悬停在半空一动不动，一直到两个世界的裂缝被彻底关闭、城堡上空巨大的黑色漩涡消失。

很显然，亲眼目睹降魔仪式对于普通人来说绝对是充满震撼的，搞不好会直接颠覆认知与三观。

所以当左思从另外一个空间回来的时候，迎接他的并不是掌声、欢呼与崇拜，而是死一般的寂静。

无论是那些前来参加婚礼的贵族，还是效忠于罗尔德家族的仆人、士兵，脸上都透露出敬畏中带着一丝恐惧的表情。

因为如果李斯特·罗尔德子爵和那个神秘的女人是怪物、是魔，那战胜了他们的左思又是什么？ 这真是人类可以做到的事情吗？ 一种莫名的情绪开始在人群中迅速扩散。

此时此刻，左思才终于体会到为何有人会说这个世界的人精神状态都不正常，充斥着疯狂、扭曲、病态。

也许是深渊之神影响的关系，也有可能是环境的问题……

总之，人们更容易滋生诸如贪婪、嫉妒、愤怒、焦虑、紧张、抑郁、痛苦等负面情绪。

不过身为贵族大小姐的玛娜显然察觉不到这种微妙的变化。

确切地说她还在回味着刚才甜蜜的亲吻，无论是眼睛里还是脑海中都只容得下左思一个人。

但这种美妙的幸福感并未持续太久，立刻就被一个从高处一跃而下的身影所打断。

砰！ “啊！！！！！是……是娜贝拉尔夫人！”

一名刚好在坠落点附近的女仆发出了惊慌失措的刺耳尖叫。

她的声音顿时把上一秒还沉浸在对未来美好生活幻想中的贵族大小姐拉回到残酷的现实世界。

“母亲？！”

玛娜猛地打了个哆嗦，不顾上继续享受被左思抱在怀中所产生的微暖与安全感，赶忙提起裙子快步跑向事发地点，结果便看到倒在地上奄奄一息只剩下最后一口气的母亲。

“对不起，孩子，我太累、太痛苦了，实在没有继续活下去的勇气了。”

娜贝拉尔夫人挣扎着抬起手轻轻抚摸着女儿白皙精致的脸蛋，眼神中透露出一丝不舍与歉意。

由于她原本就因为长期不停的生育导致身体非常虚弱，再加上这一摔产生的骨折与内脏破裂，基本上可以说是彻底没救了。

“不！不！不！别死！求您了！我在这个世界上就只剩下您一个亲人了。”

玛娜显然无法接受这突如其来的变故，紧紧握着母亲那只苍白且骨瘦如柴的手，眼泪开始止不住的往下流。

“不要哭。

死亡对我来说是一种解脱。

这些年你的叔叔一直都在不停的侵犯我、强迫为不停为他生育那些怪物。

如果不是为了保护你，我早就选择自杀了。

更何况除了我之外，你现在不是还有另外一个亲人和依靠吗？”

说着，娜贝拉尔夫人将目光投向刚刚走过来的左思，直截了当的问：“你会保护我的女儿，并且给予她幸福，对吗？”

“当然！我保证她不会再受到任何威胁或是伤害，可以永远快乐幸福的生活。”

左思毫不犹豫的给出承诺，完全没有想要施展神术或使用药剂救活眼前这个女人的打算。

因为对于心存死志的人来说，生命已经不再有任何意义，他们想要的只是解脱与安宁。

听到这个回答，娜贝拉尔夫人终于露出了淡淡的笑意，从怀中取出一枚银色的印章戒指。

“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.

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

Amid the screams of several female nobles, a merciless killing began...