I Am the God of Games

In less than three minutes, the aristocratic young man couldn't even figure out what happened, and in the abandoned house, there were only the murderer holding a long sword and two other dumbfounded little devils. , only himself.

When Mufasa turned his gaze towards him, the young nobleman suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

He tried hard to grab the shoulder of the little girl in front of him, and pressed the noble sword to her neck. The body that was several times bigger than the girl also tried to curl up, trying to hide completely behind the little girl.

"You, don't come here! Otherwise I'll kill her!"

Although the aristocratic youth also had some back-ups, after seeing Mufasa's neat and tidy killing moves, he didn't feel that he could react in time in the flash of lightning.

Up to now, his biggest reliance has been the untouchable little girl he just casually held in his hands.

Seeing that Mufasa stopped approaching and did not directly attack himself, he couldn't help but feel fortunate, it seemed that he had made the right bet!

However, she would attach so much importance to such a pariah little girl, and even committed the felony act of killing the city lieutenant because of three pariah kids. Could it be that this guy is the most unpopular church in the so-called true religion. Believers in the 'Temple of Justice'?

Damn, I just ran into these lunatics in a place like this! I should have asked the Lord of the City to list the Temple of Justice as a cult! The noble young man gritted his teeth and thought.

The slums in the north of the city are the places with the least number of city guards. If you want help here, you have to run to the city walls that block the two urban areas to find helpers.

I can only think of a way to stabilize him with words.

There are as many ways to deceive this kind of civilian who has never seen the world!

"As long as you let me go, I promise not to hold you accountable for what happened today! These wastes will die if they die, and no one will trouble you for them. But I am different. I inherited the name of Negrania. He is from a traditional noble family, and if he is killed, someone will definitely find out!" He tried his best to squeeze a smile and said to Mufasa: "Not only that, but as a mere commoner, it will definitely be difficult for you to fulfill your ideals and goals. Ambition, right? How about this, I recommend to the Lord of the City. From today onwards, I will let you replace Bert and become the Lieutenant of the North City! In this way, no matter what you want to do, you can do it freely and show your strength! "

"..." Mufasa lowered his face, making it impossible to see the expression on his face, and remained silent without answering.

"With your strength, you don't need to snuggle up in the slums at all. With these pariahs and the plague of corpses, you can step on the steps they piled up and stand at the top of people with us nobles!"

Noticing that the other party did not refute or change, the noble young man felt that he had already persuaded the other party, so he continued to work hard to strike while the iron was hot: "It's definitely not possible without money at the beginning, so, I can sponsor some money for your great cause, take a look How about a hundred gold coins Abby? According to the recent gold price, it is equivalent to 120,000 silver coins!"

"..." Mufasa still didn't speak.

According to his usual experience, the aristocratic young man thought that the other party should be a little shaken, so he tried harder: "Not only that, do you like this kind of child? I am very familiar with slave traders. Those guys caught a lot of slaves this year. , *** like this, you can have as many as you want!"

Although Simba and Shazu didn't quite know what *** meant, they could tell from the context that it was not a good word. It might be a worse situation than a slave, and they immediately yelled at the noble youth.

But the aristocratic young man didn't care about it, and just continued to persuade Mufasa: "If you think it is too troublesome to train, I can also have someone train it and send it to you..."

"enough."

Mufasa spoke up.

But it is not the compromise that sees a great future or is fascinated by gold, but a voice with faint anger: "How far are you going to ruin the commoners! Your so-called nobles,

He is not a noble person at all, he is a devil who licks the blood and life of civilians and regards them as livestock! "

Mufasa raised his long sword and aimed at the panicked young nobleman: "I didn't intend to conflict with you guys, but this is what happened, at least it has left a tragic lesson for you garbage, telling you not to Everyone is willing to be your slaves to bully! When you let you eat human flesh and drink human blood in the future, you will have some scruples!"

"What are you trying to do! It's too late to stop now!" The aristocratic young man immediately realized that something was wrong, and shrank behind the little girl even more forcefully, probably because Mufasha's undisguised killing intent aroused his ferocity. He hid behind the little girl and forced loudly: "Don't do stupid things. If you want to kill me, you won't be able to kill me unless you kill this pariah girl standing in front of me first! Is this your justice!"

Simba and Shazu also looked at Mufasha nervously immediately, for fear that he would kill him and kill Nana together.

But Mufasa was just as if he was maintaining the blade. He gently wiped the blade with his hand, and the indignant expression on his face became calm again, as if holding a long sword would calm him down.

he said softly.

"Swordsmanship is such an inconvenience."

The aristocratic young man realized that something was wrong, but at the moment when he realized it in his mind, he was already a step slower, and a sword light like mercury flashed by.

Then the right hand holding the sword was separated from the wrist and fell straight to the ground. The incision was extremely smooth, and even the blood seemed to have forgotten its responsibility because of this neat sword, until a few seconds later. It was belatedly gushing out from the incision!

"Ahhh! My hand! My right hand—!"

The aristocratic youth was also stunned for a moment, before subconsciously letting go of the little girl clutching the cut in her right hand and screaming.

Simba and Shazu took advantage of this opportunity to swarm up and took Nana away from each other.

From this moment on, the aristocratic youth finally faced the expressionless Mufasa without any hindrance.

"Wait a minute, don't kill me! What do you want? Money? I can give it to you, I can give you all the money! I can even give you the title of a noble!" The aristocratic young man, who was close at hand, with tears and snot on his face because of the severe pain, begged for mercy indiscriminately: "As long as you spare my life, you will become a noble in no time!"

Mufasa, holding a long sword, took a deep breath.

Then he shouted with an expression of incomparable disgust: "Who wants that kind of dirty thing! Cut it!"

The next moment, the aristocratic youth was cut into two pieces by Mufasa's unparalleled sword and the wall behind him, completely losing the breath of life.