They had all had some contact with these legends and the court.
Generally speaking, people don't have a good impression of a group of people who always hide in the shadows and are cold and aloof.
It's truly a delightful thing to see someone like that get humiliated.
Their laughter only made the aura emanating from the legend who had just asked Keynes a question in a teasing tone grow increasingly gloomy.
His expression was not visible, as all his reactions were concealed by the mask he wore, which depicted frost and thorns.
Those who would conceal themselves in this situation are nine out of ten from the same place.
The courtroom.
[Grand Duke Hanci], a legend from the court.
He just asked Keynes a question to steer the conversation, hoping to ultimately become the honorary judge based on his special background in the courtroom.
Although not an adjudicator, isn't it more than enough for a legend of the court to serve as an honorary judge?
But what he didn't expect was...
The position of honorary referee was decided very early on...
And it's that swordsman who insulted me last time!?
His expression beneath the mask turned sinister. He turned and gave the laughing red-haired legend a cold look, then turned back to Keynes and said:
"I believe he won't refuse... So, did he not give you an answer? Are you going to keep waiting?"
His voice took on a cold hue, and the politeness he had feigned vanished, revealing his true nature.
"You could say that."
But Keynes seemed oblivious to the threatening words, nodding knowingly:
“We sent out the invitations earlier, but we haven’t received a reply from him yet.”
I never expected Keynes to be so ungrateful this time; he's still pretending to be stupid!
Grand Duke Hanci completely abandoned any pretense of politeness and coldly asked:
"Since he didn't agree, doesn't that mean he refused? You're trying to play us for a fool by using this excuse?"
He didn't unleash any truly legendary aura; it would be rather shameful to use it on a second-tier elder. However, the sense of superiority he had long held was unmistakable.
A chilling aura enveloped Keynes, attempting to crush the old man's spirit.
Unfortunately, Duke Hanci was disappointed; the spine of Jaslin's house did not bend in the slightest.
Keynes sat upright in his seat, and explained in a calm and earnest tone:
"Lord Hanci, this is not the Jaslin family mocking you all."
"It's because I felt the swordsman was the most suitable candidate, and I believed he would definitely accept my invitation."
This is an explanation for Grand Duke Hanci, and also for the other legendary figures.
"If the swordsman fails to appear on time and causes the corresponding consequences, then our Jaslin family will naturally bear your wrath."
Rising from his seat, the old man, leaning on his cane, bowed slightly to the assembled legends:
"But please don't forget that even if the Jasmine family dared to play tricks on a dozen legends, they wouldn't dare to disrespect the Archmage."
"Please believe in my...respect for Lord Augustus."
Bringing out the Grand Mage caused a change in the expression beneath Grand Duke Hanci's mask, and he finally stopped dwelling on the previous issue.
Oh.
With a cold laugh, Han Ci, feeling somewhat embarrassed, mocked:
"Then you just wait and see how you explain it to the Grand Master."
"Let me see if the swordsman has the guts to show himself before us."
Would someone who might not even be a legend dare to come under the noses of a group of legends?
Naturally, they were unwilling to accept being scolded for their previous rudeness, and they repeatedly examined and studied the matter afterward.
From every movement, breath, and pause of the swordsman as he entered the room, to the changes in tone of his every word, they tried to find the details that had been overlooked.
And they actually found it!
Although the swordsman exuded a legendary aura, his control over power was inadequate, at least not at the level expected of a legend.
It's even uncertain whether the creature that only dares to appear in the dream world has a physical form.
They kept their identities hidden, and there was absolutely no information about them available outside, which makes it hard not to suspect something!
clatter.
As if on purpose, the sound of metal rubbing and colliding with the ground rang out behind me.
Grand Duke Hanci: !!!
laugh.
Feeling a sharp blade pierce his neck, Grand Duke Hanci's expression changed drastically. He instantly activated several layers of defense he had prepared, ready to meet the counterattack.
But his preparations were doomed to failure, because the attack he feared never came.
A knight dressed entirely in white appeared silently and stood quietly three meters behind Grand Duke Hanci, without taking another step forward.
"you!?"
The hand that was holding the neck to stop the bleeding was removed, and there was no blood left on the palm.
What I felt just now was all an illusion.
Recalling her earlier nervousness, her embarrassment and annoyance transformed into a furious roar:
"The swordsman!?"
A neutral voice, indistinct in gender, came from beneath the helmet, speaking with cold indifference:
"You don't need to shout so loudly."
That tone sounded like it was directed at a child who could only vent their fear through angry howls.
The pure white knight said:
"Go on."
"I'm listening."
---Aside---
Day 3 of writing 10,000 words a day, first update, progress (3200 words/).
I wrote in a rather scattered manner today, mostly around midnight. I should be able to write faster than yesterday.
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