Chapter 146: You’re Really Something
“What’s going on with Tyr?”
“At this moment, Dragon Slayer emerged from the crowded crowd, followed by the glamorous department head Tiska and a handsome man who appeared to be around thirty.”
“It’s nothing, just a minor matter. Who is this…” Tyr looked towards the distinguished man, asking unconsciously, while Tiska beside him smiled and answered.
“This is the Marquis of Domifitimu I mentioned to you last time, the seventh offspring of Duke Falexis.”
“Duke, my lord.”
Tyr bowed slightly, while Mifitimu smiled and waved his hand. Then Tiska continued to speak to the Marquis.
“This is… 123. We’re not at liberty to disclose their real name here. They’re the one who challenged Lady Simira in the magical girl contest last time.”
“Upon hearing this, Tyr thought to himself, ‘Minister, your description is too harsh. Even though I, Tyr, have hunted bounties and performed escort missions, why suddenly categorize me as a troublemaker?'”
“Mifitimu still smiled and nodded as if understanding everything, then extended his hand, saying, ‘Hello, Mr. 123.'”
“The duke shook hands personally, something that would excite ordinary people or even common nobles greatly. However, Tyr had little concept of such things. What mattered most to him was strength. No matter how high your status, you can’t provoke me. What’s it to me?”
“Hello, Duke, my lord.”
“Of course, Tyr wasn’t a mad dog. Since the other party greeted him with a smile, he naturally reciprocated with the same courtesy, shaking hands with him.”
“However, Arena behind him was completely ignored.”
“You two talk first; I have something to discuss with my father,” the duke said before hurriedly leaving. Tyr raised an eyebrow, and Dragon Slayer beside him spoke up.
“Earlier, Tiska and I noticed something unusual outside, so we brought the familiar Marquis Mifitimu to investigate. That’s why we’re back just now.”
“Unusual?”
“It’s an unstable vibration in the air. Dragon Slayer and I are highly sensitive to air currents, so it could be something of significant scale,” Tiska’s words caused Tyr’s pupils to contract. He glanced at Dragon Slayer, who nodded slightly.
Could it be that the Milik Kingdom failed to become?
“By the way, what just happened? It seems like there was quite a commotion!” Dragon Slayer suddenly changed the subject,causing Tyr, who was originally in a serious mood, to change his expression,awkwardly scratching his forehead.
“Well, how should I put it…”
“Hehehe, Mr. 123 is indeed a hero among men.”Suddenly, Damiyala, who had been silent on the side, spoke up abruptly, Dragon Slayer tilted his head, looking puzzled and confused.
Damiyala continued speaking.
“He went to invite Miss Yuehai for a dance.”
Wow! That’s really impressive,”Dragon Slayer looked at him with newfound respect, her delicate little fist landed a solid punch on his chest. Tyr barely managed to catch his breath. But Damiyala smiled gently and continued.
“And it was a success. Miss Yuehai rejected the invitations from various nobles and young talents of imperial stature, except for Mr. 123’s invitation, to which she readily agreed.”
“Wow! You’re really amazing. She’s the beauty who will enter the Imperial Beauty Ranking directly after turning eighteen!”Dragon Slayer laughed heartily and threw a punch with his right hand, striking Tyr in the abdomen like a thunderbolt.
“Oof~”
The poor mercenary was lifted into the air, and finally staggered and fell to the ground, his stomach churning as if he might regurgitate everything he had eaten today in one go.
“And there’s more!” Damiyala couldn’t contain her excitement, patting her slender hand like a jade onion, unable to suppress the gossip burning within her. “Mr. 123 accidentally tripped and ended up kissing Miss Yuehai while she was on the ground!”
“……Sigh~” The cold voice suddenly made Tyr feel an inexplicable sense of life and death crisis. He wiped away the saliva that had dripped from his mouth when he dry heaved, his head stiffly turning towards Dragon Slayer.
The stiffness of the other’s smile terrified Tyr, who tremblingly reached out his right hand.
“This, this was an accident.”
“No, this is your lucky day, you really do!” Just as Dragon Slayer finished speaking,Tyr felt a punch coming at him, as formidable as the one that had slain the Ogre King, striking him like a bolt from the blue!
It’s said in the lore of the Shadowstone that before death, one will recall everything they’ve experienced in fragments, though it’s only a moment, it feels like an eternity.
And in this moment, Tyr experienced something similar.
“I’m going to die!” He closed his eyes.
But when Tyr opened his eyes, he found no wounds on his body. Dragon Slayer seemed to have disappeared, while Tiska stood nearby, covering her mouth as she chuckled softly. She gently patted his head without saying a word, then walked through the crowd and left.
Meanwhile, Damiyala smiled faintly, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Only Tyr stood there foolishly, wondering what Dragon Slayer was up to with such a temper. Eventually, he scratched his head and picked up Dimidar’s storage ring, thinking it best to check the loot first.
