Chapter 2015: Familiar people cannot understand the heart
"Sir, do you think we should take action? After all, the other party despises Rikka-sama so much that he doesn't take us seriously at all."
"You are just a glorious knight, but you dare to be so presumptuous. As long as you give the order, I guarantee that the other party will not survive tonight."
Necropolis Philecht Nalantis, sixth floor, large cave. The female insect Alberto waited until he saw Gloria raising her quill, then she asked softly.
It is very puzzled as to why the other party behaves like this. Even if it is not grateful for the prosperity that Flowing Light City has today, it should know that it must not provoke Boom and his party.
The female worm Alberto has no other thoughts, or in other words, in its eyes, it does not regard a glory knight as an opponent at all. As long as it wants to, it can easily kill the opponent at any time.
"That's Rikka's business alone. What are you worried about? You don't think that idiot is easy to bully, do you?"
"Remember, Phileht Nalandis in the necropolis is our only bottom line. After all, if you can't even support your family, how can you talk about looking down on all living beings."
"When it's your turn to take action, I will naturally give you the stage, but before that, just stay by my side and pay less attention to the disputes outside."
Gloria took a bite of the still warm white sugar cake and responded like this. But even so, she was also surprised that the other party dared to provoke Rikka.
Moreover, compared to challenging Rikka openly, the other party's ambiguous words are even more disgusting. After all, even a fool can see that Rikka only likes her brother Boom, so saying that is tantamount to provoking Rikka.
The female worm Alberto nodded when he heard this, then narrowed his eyes and stopped paying attention to anything. As Gloria said, no matter what, the other party will only be the unlucky one in the end.
The wind and snow outside the large cave on the sixth floor of the necropolis cooled everything down, but it seemed unable to reach the lower space. Another muffled sound appeared, and the entire space trembled slightly.
"I'm so angry! Who the hell is that guy named Shake Wington? He dares to cause trouble for me! The Knight of Glory is just an ant who hasn't even reached the top yet!"
"Brother, let go. The other person is about to sit on my neck and shit. If you don't take action, don't stop him. Tonight I will crush the other person's heart and tear his mouth apart!"
Necropolis Philecht Nalandis, fifth floor, sea of flowers. Several novels were scattered in the space, half a bag of snacks was stained with mud, only the white sugar cake on the plate was safe.
At first, Rikka didn't think there was anything wrong with what the other party said, but after Hasta explained it, the little girl was immediately irritated.
From her birth to today, although Rikka has experienced countless life and death, and even almost lost her brother Boom, she has never been teased like this by anyone, and she has never been so despised. If Boom hadn't stopped her in every possible way, Rikka would have taken action long ago.
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However, after the dinner, Rikka became more and more angry as she thought about it. Finally, the little girl couldn't bear it anymore, which is why the farce in the sea of flowers happened tonight.
"If you think it's too much, then even if Rikka doesn't say anything, I won't take action, brother. You have no doubt about this, right?"
"First of all, we are still temporarily living in Flowing Light City, but it is not easy to make enemies with each other. After all, it is not a big problem, just a few words of ridicule."
"Secondly, the other party is a kid in his thirties. Don't say you plan to compete with a child, that would be too childish."
"Calm down, why are you so angry over an ant? Give the other party a chance. If the other party dares to be so presumptuous again in the future, then brother will teach him a lesson for you."
As Boom spoke, he poked the little girl's swollen cheek. He was more curious about why the other party acted like this, but he was not as angry as Rikka and almost ran away.
But when he thought about it, Boom also felt that it was ridiculous. Why did he want to quarrel with a glory knight? If the other party dared to be so presumptuous again, then he could simply kill him.
In the end, Rikka chose to believe in Boom, but she still took a fierce bite, which made Boom grimace in pain. The sea of flowers on the fifth floor of the cemetery returned to calm, and the aroma of roasted pig intestines wafted out, making everything seem more beautiful.
It’s normal.
The night owl's wings covered the moon, and its annoying chirping echoed in the night. Shaak Wington, who had been severely injured by Hastur, sat alone in the room, with neither candlelight flickering, nor servants hugging each other. I could see that there was no trace of the usual stupidity on his face. His brows revealed the majesty that only an emperor could show, and his eyes shone with a cold light.
"Sure enough, I can't compete with the opponent. At least for now, I have no chance of winning."
"That little naughty boy was really ruthless. He even broke three of my ribs."
After saying this, Shakevington swallowed a bottle of psychic potion. His injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he finally fully recovered after half an hour.
Even though Shake Wington is just a knight of glory at the moment, how can he be a mediocre person if he can reach the peak threshold in his thirties.
Looking at people with outstanding talents such as Christine, most of them have achieved success in the fields they are best at. However, although Shaqwenton is a knight, he is better at defensive skills than offensive methods.
He always firmly believes that no matter how powerful a person is, he can only continue to play a role if he is alive. On the contrary, no matter how powerful a person is, once he dies, he will completely lose hope of making a comeback.
Under this almost paranoid concept, Shakewinton always kept the fluctuations of fighting energy as restrained as possible, restraining it into his bones and internal organs.
That's why there was a scene where he was able to withstand a blow from a peak powerhouse at the level of a Knight of Glory. That was not because he was powerful, but simply because he was better at defense and counterattack.
But even so, he had to admit that he was still powerless to fight back when faced with a terrifying existence like Hastur.
Shakewinton used such an act that was close to committing suicide in exchange for a piece of information, that is, he could not break with Boom and his team yet.
"I am only in my thirties, and I will have a lot of time to catch up with him in the future. When I can perfectly resist the opponent's attacks, that will be the day when Flowing Light City completely transforms."
"What bullshit guardians are, they are just seven outsiders. The old city lord was wrong, my father was wrong as well, but I am the right one, and only I can lead the rise of Flowing Light City."
"As for those ancient ferocious beasts, they must be coveting dragon crystals for worship. Huating can solve such a small matter, and I can do the same."
"Wait, the only thing I can do now is wait. There needs to be an opportunity, otherwise I will still be the idiot I usually am."
Shakewinton stared at the night sky, finally took a deep breath, and his whole aura changed instantly. He took a sip of the thousand-year-old wine he got from Twilight Camp. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised before, but there was no Rikka in his mind.
Appearance.
The night is still going on. In the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis, Boom is quietly reciting a certain ancient legend about a knight saving a princess. Rikka's saliva soaked the bearskin blanket, but the little girl is sleepy.
Positive.
Looking back at Shacklewinton, the Knight of Glory, he came to a certain basement alone. This is his training place, and no one except his father knows about it.
The light of fighting spirit flickered on and off, working hard to "erode" his bones and internal organs. Cold sweat poured down his face, but Shakevington always gritted his teeth and endured this inhuman pain.