Chapter 178 : Chapter 178
Chapter : 178
Blood sacrifice commoners?
Yan Yunqing's heart trembled, and he hid himself even more carefully.
"Then my father..."
"Don't worry, my people won't harm your father."
As Fitch spoke, a trace of sinister malice flashed in his eyes, but Little Robert beside him didn't catch it.
Little Robert breathed a sigh of relief and complained, "This damned Blood Mist, kidnapping nobles everywhere like mad dogs. A bunch of lowly things."
"However, Your Highness, my father doesn't know I've cooperated with you. He will definitely come to pay our ransom. When that happens, why don't we rob that ransom as well!"
Fitch glanced at him without answering, sneering inwardly: It's just a little ransom. As the son of the city lord of one of Romunik's most prosperous commercial cities, he can't even bear to part with this small amount.
Seeing Fitch didn't answer, Little Robert touched his nose to alleviate the awkwardness. "Is... is that not okay?"
Fitch closed his eyes and merely said indifferently, "We'll see then."
Little Robert took it as agreement, and his tone relaxed again. "Your Highness, you came from... you probably don't know about Blood Mist, right? This mercenary group is a bunch of cunning and treacherous guys who often kidnap nobles for ransom. This time, they must have seen us spending a lot of money at the auction house, so..."
"Enough." Fitch interrupted him. "Be quiet."
Little Robert looked embarrassed and was forced to shut his mouth.
Fitch glanced imperceptibly at Little Robert and cursed inwardly, Idiot.
If not for needing someone who could pry into internal information, and the fact that the City Lord of Slanlipa City was a tough nut to crack, he would never have cooperated with such a stupid guy.
When those Blood Mist people appeared, they killed the guards he brought with him without a word and kidnapped them immediately. Their speed was so fast that Fitch didn't believe they hadn't planned it in advance.
Now they had thrown them into the dungeon but hadn't sent anyone over... Heh, they were either delayed by something or wanted to leave him hanging for a while.
Fitch lowered his eyes, his eyelashes hiding the malice flashing in them. No one knew better than him what Blood Mist wanted to do; after all, he was the future heir of Augreer.
Blood Mist... wants to be saviors? Keep dreaming.
Let them drag it out. The longer it dragged on, the more advantageous it was for him. When everyone was dead, maybe these idiots dreaming of being saviors would run over in panic asking what he did. At that time, he would make these people kneel before him... No, half the city's lives for one life. As long as that leader of Blood Mist was willing to kneel before him and commit suicide, he might consider sparing half the city's people.
Fitch thought happily in his heart.
Yan Yunqing wanted to know more, but they didn't continue chatting about related topics. Once Little Robert opened his mouth, Fitch would stop him. It seemed he also considered that they were still in the dungeon and it was inconvenient to discuss their plans freely in someone else's territory.
Yan Yunqing narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue inwardly. So cautious?
Taking advantage of his small black cat form, he squeezed smoothly through the bars in the corner. While deactivating the role-playing skill, he switched to the established NPC identity [Joker].
A man with a chestnut high ponytail wearing a mask appeared in front of the two. From Fitch's perspective, he seemed to appear out of thin air.
"Fck, who are you?" Little Robert was startled by the sudden appearance of Joker, the flesh on his somewhat bloated face trembling. But he quickly thought of what Fitch said earlier—that his people would come soon. Since this person appeared suddenly, he immediately looked at Fitch.
Fitch, however, saw the person clearly and felt the hair all over his body stand up. His gaze towards Joker unconsciously carried a few degrees of terror.
"You—" Fitch, who was originally half-sitting on the ground, instinctively shrank back a bit upon seeing Joker. His tone cracked slightly due to excessive shock. "Joker?"
The chestnut-haired man took a step closer, his tone rising. "Oh? Looks like you still remember me?"
Fitch's pupils trembled. How could he forget this person? The guy who rushed into the palace that night, bombed it wantonly, and even killed his twin brother—
Even his royal father was also...
Fitch swallowed unconsciously, pretending to be calm. "Oh, of course I remember."
"A guy who doesn't even dare to show his face. After doing such things in the palace, you still dare to appear in front of me?"
Yan Yunqing: ...?
Yan Yunqing looked Fitch up and down. His current state could hardly be considered dignified. The people of 『Blood Mist』 had kidnapped him, so their attitude naturally wouldn't be good. Thus, Fitch looked somewhat wretched at the moment.
He was already a prisoner; how did this guy have the nerve to say such things?
"Your Highness, who is this guy?" Although Little Robert was a bit stupid, his brain still worked a little. Seeing the chestnut-haired man who suddenly appeared and Fitch's confrontational stance, it really didn't look like they were on the same side, so he got a little nervous.
Yan Yunqing gave him a Sleep Spell with a backhand gesture. Little Robert rolled his eyes and fell down with a thud.
Fitch was startled by Joker's sudden move. Turning his head to find Little Robert snoring, he felt speechless but also vaguely relaxed a little. As long as this Joker didn't kill him without a word, everything was negotiable. He just had to hold on until his people arrived.
He stared closely at Joker: "This is 『Blood Mist』's territory. Why are you here?"
Saying this, Fitch realized: "Are you also a member of 『Blood Mist』? No wonder you targeted Feu and your people could never be caught..."
"I'm not." Yan Yunqing interrupted him.
Fitch was stunned, frowning deeply. "Then you... Urgh!"
Yan Yunqing didn't wait for him to finish and smashed a fist onto the bridge of Fitch's nose. The fist, clad in a leather glove, landed ruthlessly on his nasal bone, and Fitch let out a cry of pain.
The chestnut pony-tailed devil in front of him was still smiling. "You are very noisy. Can't you be a bit quieter?"
Fitch: ???
Before Fitch could react, Joker's fists landed ruthlessly on his face and body again. The leather gloves felt icy cold, but where they landed on his body, it became a burning pain.
Fitch was beaten silly. After screaming a few times, his mouth was stuffed with a ragged cloth picked up from who-knows-where.
At such close range, Fitch could even smell the sour stench on it. He couldn't help but retch, only to be slapped back by Joker.
Yan Yunqing wasn't afraid anyone would discover the tragedy happening here because he had conveniently set up a simple soundproofing array when he deactivated his disguise. No matter how loud Fitch screamed, no one would notice anything wrong here.
Yan Yunqing's current level was already 74. Beating up a level 40-something Fitch was as easy as a father beating a son.
Yan Yunqing gave Fitch a ruthless beating, leaving him lying on the ground panting ceaselessly like a dead dog, before stopping this one-sided assault.
He walked up to Fitch, grinding the toe of his shoe on Fitch's fingers. Just as Fitch was about to cry out in pain again, he released his foot, squatted down in front of him, and grabbed his collar, forcing him to meet his gaze.
As soon as Fitch looked up, he met those dark red eyes. An indescribable heat flowed from the bottom of his heart to his limbs and bones. Even his aching tailbone felt a numbness.
Joker's eyes seemed to possess magic, making him forget the pain and tremble all over.
"Fitch." The thin lips close at hand coldly spat out his name, barely bringing his consciousness back a little.
But immediately after, he heard a voice like a devil's whisper ringing in his ear, "I'm very curious. What exactly did you mean by the blood sacrifice of Slanlipa City's commoners just now? Would you be willing to tell me in detail?"
Fitch's mind shook for an instant. As if bewitched, he opened his mouth to answer Joker's question, but a pain in his chest when he uttered the first word snapped him back to his senses.
"Blood sacrifice commoners? Heh... so you came to find me for this." Fitch swallowed the blood welling up in his throat. Having been beaten up, he surprisingly calmed down now, no longer panicking as he did when he first saw Joker. His eyes flickered with sinister calculation, full of malice.
Perhaps because he figured out Joker's purpose, he had nothing to fear.
Yan Yunqing felt a bit regretful. He had just activated [Advent of the Demon King] for a moment, wanting to use the instant intimidation to interrogate Fitch. Unfortunately, it didn't succeed.
He didn't know if it was because he activated it for too short a time or if Fitch had undergone special training in this regard.
But Yan Yunqing didn't dare use it too much. He still remembered that Yuchir, the boss of 『Blood Mist』, was a very keen guy. He had used [Advent of the Demon King] to stun Yuchir and escape during their fight before, using the active skill of the Substitute Doll to swap positions, but the other party chased after him not long after.
Now his Substitute Doll was still being held hostage by Yuchir.
And now that he was in Yuchir's territory, he didn't dare use [Advent of the Demon King] too much. Who knew if that guy, who seemed to have a dog's nose, would appear behind him in the next second and give him a claw swipe?
Those iron claws were sharp.
"Cut the crap, confess honestly." Joker was expressionless, annoyed at the thought of the Substitute Doll hijacked by Yuchir.
The item [Substitute Doll] was a bit special; only one could exist at a time. That meant as long as the Substitute Doll hijacked by Yuchir wasn't used or destroyed, Yan Yunqing couldn't make the next one.
However, he couldn't destroy it remotely. Remote recovery also required being within a certain distance, and the Substitute Doll had to be in an uncontrolled state for him to recover it successfully.
Damn Yuchir. After that guy hijacked his Substitute Doll, he didn't know why he couldn't recover it, even though they were both in Slanlipa City at that time.
Yan Yunqing secretly ground his back molars. Fitch didn't notice this and was still smug about discovering Joker's purpose.
"Beg me. Maybe if you beg me, I'll tell you." The malice in Fitch's eyes couldn't be hidden. "You want to be a savior too—haha, then you really have to beg me. Do you know what a blood sacrifice is?"
"It's—killing everyone in the entire Slanlipa City. Haha, are you going to beg me? Joker?"
His voice also revealed deep malice, making people shudder upon hearing it. However, Yan Yunqing remained expressionless, instead becoming even more annoyed by Fitch's histrionic personality.
Slap—
Fitch's eyes widened. He looked at the man close at hand in disbelief, his lips trembling. "You, you..."
Yan Yunqing gave him another backhand slap. Perhaps because of the leather gloves, these two slaps on Fitch's face were exceptionally loud.
He was already annoyed, and hearing this guy's voice made him even more annoyed.
"You what you." Joker huffed. "You weren't this surprised when you were getting beaten just now, but now you're surprised. What? Thought I wouldn't dare hit you?"
"Forget hitting you, I even dare to kill you."
Joker chuckled twice. "You haven't forgotten—how your good brother died, have you?"
"Your Highness Fitch."