franphil Chapter 134 Resentment of the Rich
Chapter 134 Resentment of the Rich
Chapter 134 Resentment of the Rich
Triss, with one hand on her hip, excitedly encouraged Prince Edsack to tear down his family's sign.
She felt pleasure from it; the angrier Prince Edsac became, the happier Triss was.
"Teacher, I don't think this test is meaningful."
Edsack took a deep breath and tried to ignore the chattering woman.
"King George III was right about you."
"Chael" simply shook his head calmly.
"What do you mean by that?"
Upon hearing his father's assessment, the third prince of Rune clenched his fists silently.
"Weak-willed and incorrigible."
Xiaer released his grip, and a necromancer caught the Augustus banner in his hand, hanging it high as if in some kind of mockery.
Crunch!
Edsack gritted his teeth, his longsword still about to slip from his hand.
Triss, who was watching the show, laughed even harder, to the point of bursting into laughter.
"Did he really say that?"
Edsack raised his head, and even though he had long known that his father disliked him, this assessment still made the proud prince feel ashamed.
"He doesn't even want to mention you unless I ask."
These words were clearly even more hurtful, but "Shael" showed no mercy whatsoever.
"This isn't me..."
Prince Edsack wanted to argue further, after all, he didn't think he was a coward, and if it were his older brother, he would have the same attitude: "Then let's try another one."
"Shael" pulled out another banner, unfurled it, and displayed the Storm Emblem.
"Cut it off."
"Use the sword in your hand."
"Shael" raised the "Storm Holy Light" banner high in her hand.
"I..."
Looking at the familiar emblem, Prince Edsak hesitated again. The royal family of Rune had always been devoted to the Church of Storms, and it was unrealistic to ask him to sever the emblem of the Church of Storms.
"Come on in."
"Let our little prince see what swift and decisive action really means."
"Shael" offered no words of advice; he pointed directly at Triss, causing Prince Edsac's longsword to slip from his hand and fly whirling toward the "witch."
"Let me show you what a real man is!"
Triss showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, she seemed quite excited. She jumped up, grabbed the Third Prince's sword, and, under Edsack's somewhat bewildered gaze, sliced the Storm Emblem in two with a single strike. Not satisfied with that, she further chopped it into a shred of cloth.
She conjured an ice spike in her hand, tossed it casually, and it pierced through the banner of the Augustus family, piercing the longsword hanging from it.
It was covered with a layer of frost.
Triss landed on the ground with a leap, her longsword pointed at Edsack's neck. The old butler, a Sequence 5, struggled violently upon seeing this, but was easily subdued by a demigod. Edsack, on the other hand, seemed to have lost all his energy.
I stared blankly at the scattered fragments of the flags fluttering in the wind.
"These ephemeral things, once broken, are broken."
"Triss did a good job."
"Edesak, your sword is not sharp enough."
"Shael" spoke in a low voice, looking somewhat disappointed. With this level of skill, you expect him to chop down the Rune nobles? I'd probably have to log in and fight for him myself, wouldn't I?
"Teacher, this is not fair. That does not involve the beliefs of the Witch Church."
Edsack wanted to argue further.
"Shut up."
"Why are you so long-winded?"
"Even if it's the symbol of the Witch's Church, I'll still cut it down without hesitation!"
Triss was truly fed up with this idiot prince. Did he really think she was a follower of the witch's cult? If she could do it all over again, who would choose the assassin's path?
"you!"
"You faithless woman!"
"Teacher, you'll surely understand, right?"
The young third prince craved recognition; he thought that someone who could rise to the position of archbishop in the Church of the Night must have faith.
"My faith does not mean I do not question the church's decisions."
"Chael" was a little numb. He didn't know how to get this third prince to meet his expectations. He wasn't born a bad seed, but he also had some of the knightly corruption. It was really difficult to deal with.
"Your name is Triss, right?"
"The Witch Church entrusts you to me."
"Shael" turned his head. Wasn't there a "born bad seed" right here? The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
"What do you need?"
Triss felt uncomfortable under "Shael's" sinister gaze, but at the same time, she felt a little excited.
"How about you do what this third prince can't do? In return, I'll provide you with the formulas and extraordinary materials you need for your advancement."
"Chael" set his conditions: he would make the horse run and feed it well.
"I can think about it."
Triss did not refuse.
Having grown up on the streets, she knows when to make which choice.
Prince Edsack's face darkened further; he felt this was a sign of "Shael's" disrespect towards him.
What does it mean to ask a woman to do something he can't do himself?
Although he was reluctant before, he had gotten used to accepting the arrangements and always called him "Teacher Shael," after all, he was also a demigod.
This teacher clearly values the woman more.
How can we tolerate this?!
"Teacher, as long as it doesn't harm the interests of the royal family or violate the laws of the Kingdom of Rune, I can do many things."
Edsack could no longer remain silent. If news of his inaction reached George III, his last shred of dignity in his father's eyes might be completely destroyed.
"What if I asked you to draw your sword against the nobles and merchants of the Kingdom of Rune in order to protect the interests of its common people?"
"Chael" nodded. The little prince was so enthusiastic, so he deserved some recognition.
"this."
Prince Edsack fell silent again; if he were to do so, it would be tantamount to cutting himself off from the nobility.
"Is this the sacrifice you mentioned I had to make?"
Prince Edsack gradually came to understand that this was indeed a war, a war no less significant than the War of the White Rose.
You can refuse.
"Chael" said this.
The consequence of refusing was naturally to follow the royal family's arrangements and wait until the Witch of Despair created the Great Smog of Backlund.
Prince Edsack committed suicide after his conspiracy with the witch's cult was exposed.
If you're willing to take a different path, listen to Xia'er, at least you can die with some dignity.
"Triss, what do you mean?"
"Shael" looked at the witch and asked.
Triss remained silent. She clearly realized that the royal family intended to take action against the nobles, and she had no idea that it was for the benefit of the common people.
Although he didn't really want to take the risk, he wasn't so opposed to it if he couldn't refuse. For a former street thug, he naturally hated all nobles equally.
Those beautiful eyes were filled with hatred.