My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 34 6 Sword

Lynn's figure disappeared completely into the darkness.

He took the opportunity to sneak into the room.

The people inside were having a great time, and none of them noticed that a ghost had silently sneaked into the room.

Lynn crouched in a dark corner, quietly waiting for his chance.

This place is closest to that Uma transcendent being.

If he lets his guard down for even a moment, Lynn can launch an attack from behind.

At the dining table, the six people took turns inhaling the magic powder into their nasal cavities.

The medicine took effect very quickly.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their chests heaving, and they were breathing heavily.

Some people even drool uncontrollably from the corners of their mouths.

Everyone became unusually excited.

"Haha, hahaha! Not bad, your Arica goods are indeed excellent, very good!"

The superhuman Wuma burst into uncontrollable laughter and patted the wealthy merchant hard on the shoulder.

The wealthy businessman was also excited, but he consumed a small dose and maintained a certain level of rationality.

He said with a forced smile, "As long as you're satisfied, that's all that matters."

The other Iportu man was not in good mental condition, which was obviously due to the use of a larger dose.

His eyes were red, and he was somewhat speechless.

"Heh... uh... what happened to Areca's goods again? This city of Boddings... could make these things before... Our Iportu people's... alchemy... was no worse than Areca's, heh... don't you think so!"

The wealthy businessman was taken aback, and quickly patted his thigh, signaling him to stop talking.

But he was already caught up in the moment and couldn't think about any of that, continuing to recount the glorious history of the people of Iportu.

This made the face of the Uma superhuman opposite him darken.

He suddenly stood up from his seat, grabbed the man by the collar, and lifted him up.

The Uma Transcendent glared fiercely into his eyes.

"Damn it, you're nothing but a lowly Iportan, how dare you spout this nonsense to me? Do you have a death wish?!"

My feet were dangling in the air, and I was having trouble breathing.

The man instantly regained consciousness.

When he realized what he had done, his eyes were filled with fear.

"My lord... I... I..."

The wealthy businessman picked up his wine glass and walked over with a fawning smile.

"My lord, he was just confused by the magic powder. Please forgive him this time, and I'll offer you a drink as compensation."

The wealthy merchant raised his wine glass, intending to drink it all in one gulp, but was slapped across the face by the extraordinary Woma, knocking both him and the wine glass to the ground.

The wealthy businessman covered his face and lay on the ground, his face full of astonishment.

"My lord, I, I..."

The Uma superhuman had clearly gone mad.

He released his grip and threw the man to the ground.

He stood there with his arms crossed, grinning maliciously:

"Listen! You people of Iporto are as lowly as dogs, so today you all have to behave like dogs. Now! Get down and bark like dogs!"

The wealthy businessman and the man looked at each other, both pale-faced.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Finally, they bent down, lay on the ground, and barked.

The surrounding Uma people slapped the table and pointed at the two people on the ground, laughing loudly.

Where was the politeness and respect shown before administering the medicine?

After calling out a few times, the Woma superhuman was still not satisfied.

He lifted his foot and stepped on the wealthy businessman's back, laughing, "From now on, you'll do exactly what I say, understand?"

"yes......"

The wealthy businessman lowered his head heavily, his fingers gripping the ground tightly.

The blood silently added a color to the darkness.

"Everyone tells me that the people of Iportu are the most despicable race!"

"The Iportans...yes, yes, the most...despicable race..."

The man from Iportu spoke in a suppressed voice.

The surrounding Uma people cheered.

The Woma superhuman nodded in satisfaction and looked at the wealthy merchant on the ground.

"Your turn, speak!"

The wealthy businessman trembled, and he slowly raised a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"My lord, the people of Iportu are the most despicable race."

Uma, the extraordinary being, laughed heartily, but he was still not satisfied.

"Good, good dogs! That's it, keep telling me! The Uma are invincible!"

The wealthy businessman closed his eyes in anguish.

"The Uma people are invincible..."

Upon hearing the wealthy merchant's words, the man from Iporto next to him seemed to go mad, venting his humiliated feelings with a sob.

"The Uma people are invincible! The Uma people are invincible! The Uma people are invincible! Waaaaah..."

After he finished speaking, he silently lay on the ground and cried.

He had never cried so bitterly, nor had he ever regretted it so much.

But he was also prepared to bear the humiliation that was to come.

But after a long time, the laughter that humiliated them did not come.

He was filled with fear and disbelief.

But he dared not wipe away the tears that blurred his vision, nor did he dare to raise his head.

A dog cannot raise its head without its owner's command.

Just as he was trembling with doubt.

A spherical object fell down.

The thing slowly rolled to his face and stared straight into his eyes.

"ah!!!"

Terrified screams filled the room along with the wine-red fountain.

The other Uma people, who had been laughing and joking in relaxation, were now bewildered by the sudden massacre.

When they realized what had happened, they instinctively reached for the weapons hanging on their waists.

Before they could even draw their swords halfway, everyone clutched their necks in agony.

One man, one sword; one sword to the throat.

Things went more easily than expected.

The heavily armored knight's skill, "Fatal Strike," allowed him to easily break through the neck guard of the Uma superhuman.

This sword is already chipped.

But it's still enough for killing.

Lynn shook the blood off his short sword and silently walked toward the two people on the ground.

The man looked at Lynn with fear, as if he wanted to say something.

But the only answer he received was a sword strike.

Now, only the wealthy businessman remains.

Lynn stepped over his body and walked toward the wealthy merchant.

The wealthy businessman was filled with fear, his hands trembling wildly as he shielded himself with them.

"Wait! You can't kill me! I did nothing wrong! It was those nobles from Siernus who made the mistake. I did nothing wrong. Everything I did was for Iporto!!!"

Lynn walked over step by step, while the wealthy businessman huddled up and crawled backward in a sorry state.

He pleaded and cried, on the verge of collapse.

"You, you really can't kill me! None of you know how much pain I'm in! Every time I close my eyes, I see all the villagers who died because of me! I haven't had a single peaceful night's sleep since I arrived here! I'm scared! So I can only get through the unbearable nights by relying on magic powder! Does anyone know these things? Does anyone understand me!?"

If... if I hadn't done that back then, would those bastard nobles of Sinus have oppressed us for generations to come?! No one loves Sinus more than I do! No one loves the people of Iportu more than I do!

You don't understand me just because you haven't seen what I saw, haven't heard what I heard! No, no! Ah...no...help...help me...you...I...no...you can't!"

puff!

thump.

Lynn sheathed his sword.

mission completed.

There seemed to be some commotion outside the room.

It seems that people are gradually realizing what's happening.

Violet walked in from outside.

She walked over silently and placed the wealthy merchant's head into a wooden box filled with lime.

She then took off the emerald ring from the wealthy businessman's hand and handed it to Lynn.

Violet managed a weak smile.

"Here you go, this is a storage ring. Although the organization doesn't offer rewards, they also don't confiscate spoils of war. It's yours now."

Lynn silently accepted the ring and asked calmly:

"Violet, what did he mean by what he just said?"