Bang
Lorin seized the hand thrusting at him, snatched the dagger, and then with a fierce kick sent the attacking servant flying.
Huff, huff, huff.
The young man assumed a stance, warily eyeing the assassin he had taken down, breathing heavily.
That was close, that was close. If not for the fact that today Selina had just received the recognition of Ruomu Huangyi, and that holy golden flame had also, out of love for her, strengthened his male body, he might have really been done for just now.
But before Lorin could even catch his breath, several figures in black robes slowly emerged from the shadows on the ground.
“Heh heh, this is truly unexpected. The good-for-nothing Young Master renowned throughout the entire Royal Capital actually has such skill.”
The leading black-robed figure wiped the dagger in his hand, his eyes fixed on Lorin like a poisonous snake.
The young man was not panicked. He just kept his stance, took two steps toward the iron cage, and said as if negotiating, “I don’t care who sent you guys. First time strangers, second time friends. How about I double your hard-earned pay, and we all call it an early day?”
Hearing this, the leading black-robed man laughed loudly. “Ahahahaha! I never thought Young Master Lorin not only has some self-defense skills but also such a sharp tongue. Since that’s the case—then we definitely can’t let you go!”
Before the words had faded, the four black-robed men attacked him from all directions with sharp blades. The leading one cut off Lorin’s escape route like a ghost. The black-robed men were well-trained and coordinated flawlessly, leaving him no room to dodge.
Bang
The leading black-robed man’s eyes flew open. He watched as the dagger that should have pierced Lorin was deflected by a sudden armor, and his hand trembled from the huge recoil.
Magic Artifact—Iron Knight. A majestic suit of iron armor was now tightly fitted on Lorin.
“Phew, assassin buddy, how about we just call it quits and go home?” Lorin, hidden inside the armor, kept spewing nonsense, but the opponents were clearly professional assassins and ignored his trash talk.
“The Iron Knight’s defense is strong, but it can only block physical attacks. Switch to magic!”
The leading black-robed man, obviously experienced, immediately gave new orders.
With the leader’s command, the black-robed men once again gathered magical power from all sides and blasted at Lorin. “Die, Lorin, ahahaha!”
But what made this experienced old assassin’s jaw drop again was that when the dust cleared, in the center of the explosion, Lorin, still in armor with his hands over his head, was completely unharmed. A blue coat was draped over his armor.
Magic Artifact—Withered Leaf Coat: can resist magical damage below the Transcendent level.
“Young Master Lorin, you sure have a lot of life-saving magic artifacts on you!” The black-robed leader, unable to maintain his aloof persona after several failed attacks, complained. But he didn’t expect that this complaint would play right into the young man’s hands, as Lorin boasted proudly.
“Oh, well, it’s not as great as you say. This defensive set of mine actually has a fatal flaw.”
“Oh? Could you tell us, genius Young Master Lorin? We’re too stupid to think of how to break such perfect defense.”
Hearing himself called a genius, Lorin scratched his iron helmet sheepishly. “You see, this iron armor of mine, although impenetrable to swords and spears, makes me slow. If I were to encounter a strong poison right now, I’d be a lamb to the slaughter. However—”
“Use poison! All of you, use poison!” Before Lorin could finish, the leading black-robed man eagerly commanded.
So, the four black-robed men, still in the same positions and manner, jointly released a purple poison mist, engulfing Lorin at the center. The entire small room quickly filled with purple poisonous gas.
Fortunately, the black-robed men had taken antidotes in advance; otherwise, with such a large amount, even a Transcendent strongman would have passed out from inhaling it.
“Kid, trying to mess with me? I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice. Don’t think that just because you have a few magic artifacts you can escape from me, the First Assassin of the Royal Capital. Hehehe.”
“But boss, why is he still moving?”
“Huh?” Just then, a sound that was enough to drive this battle-hardened old assassin to despair rang out again.
“Assassin bro, you’re always in such a hurry!” The leading assassin looked at Lorin slowly standing up and stretching in the poison mist, somewhat broken. In all his years as an assassin, he had never encountered such a freak.
Ordinary people would be lucky to have one defensive magic artifact, but this kid had a whole set—was this what wealth without humanity looked like?
“You—your defensive measures are quite thorough, huh?” Faced with the assassins’ stunned stares, Lorin puffed out his chest with pride.
“Not bad, assassin bro. You know, last time your colleagues beat me like a spinning top, and I almost met Selar, so now when I go out, I make a ‘little bit’ more preparations! Oh, by the way, guys, want to try fire or water attacks or something?”
“Fine, you win this time. The First Assassin of the Royal Capital has fallen. Young Master Lorin, we’ll meet again.”
Seeing that continuing to waste time was meaningless, and that Lorin, that extremely cautious bastard, had made so many preparations and must have arranged for guards, it was better to retreat first and plan again. After all, that kid couldn’t possibly know his identity, right?
“Butler A’man, how are you all here?” The storage room door was pushed open. Laura, heavily made up, coughed as she looked at the black-robed men confronting Lorin.
The air at that moment was eerily quiet.
“Hmph, miss, you’ve mistaken me. I… I’m not A’man. Are you trying to frame Master Laurent by spouting nonsense?” The three underlings looked at their boss with admiration, impressed that he could keep his composure in such a situation. As expected of an old assassin.
“Oh, please. I could smell that country bumpkin stench from miles away.” But what they didn’t expect was that Laura would twist the knife again.
At this moment, A’man felt that his assassin career had never experienced such a Waterloo. He, A’man, had committed countless assassinations in his life, a proud Transcendent strongman who had seen great storms, but he had never seen a situation like this.
First, he encountered a cowardly eternal turtle shell, then he was backstabbed by his own family’s useless, green-tea illegitimate daughter. He felt terrible. Should he request help from the Knights Order?
“How about you guys have a family gathering first, and I’ll take off?” Lorin, feeling that he was being a bit tactless by staying, dragged his iron armor step by step toward the door.
“Oh, I get it. My dad sent you to teach Lorin a lesson and vent, right?”
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