Chapter 632 Do You Know What Love is?
“Boss, how about now?” Luke asked in a quiet voice as they hid outside the ice cream shop.
“Let’s wait for a while longer. The lights in the shop are still on; there’s still someone in there. If we break open that crystal door, we’ll definitely be discovered. It’d be disastrous if we got caught.” Noya shook his head in response.
“That’s not even an issue! I can pick locks!” Luke rolled his eyes. He peeked in through the transparent crystal door for a while before asking, “How about we switch targets and steal this door instead? I’ve never seen such a large and smooth crystal before. It’d definitely sell for a good price on the black market.”
Noya’s eyes lit up; he was also tempted by this idea. However, he only contemplated it momentarily before shaking his head as he said, “No. Stealing this door will only provide us one opportunity to make profit, whereas that ice cream machine is a hen that can lay gold eggs.”
“You’re right.” Luke thought about this for a moment before nodding.
Thus, the two of them continued to lay in hiding in a bush. The sky was growing darker and darker, and the nearby shops were closing one after another as the number of passersby on the street began to dwindle.
“Alright, we go now!” Noya’s eyes lit up as he rose to his feet.
Luke was sleeping with his head resting on Noya’s hand, and he immediately fell headfirst to the ground. He was momentarily disoriented before getting to his feet. He dusted off his face with his hand as he grumbled, “Boss, couldn’t you have woken me up before you stood up?”
“Noya Gould, long time no see.” Right at this moment, five black figures approached them from all directions, surrounding Noya and Luke in an inescapable pocket.
The leader of the group was a tall and broad knight wielding a black claymore. Standing beside him was a tall and thin young elf with a wand in his hand. The rest of the group consisted of knights in light armor, all of who were glaring viciously at Noya.
“Get out of here.” Noya’s expression abruptly changed as he drew his longsword while pushing Luke aside. He then rushed toward the young man closest to them, and before the latter had even figured out what was happening, Noya’s longsword had already plunged into his heart. He then sped past the young man he had just slain and rushed deeper into the Aden Square.
“Get him!” Bayson glanced at the young man on the ground before charging after Noya, followed by his remaining comrades.
“H-holy f*ck!” Luke stared at the corpse on the ground as his face turned deathly pale. Even the hand that was holding the hilt of the short sword hanging from his waist was trembling. He looked deeper into the square, where the sound of a battle could be heard, and he gulped before running away in the opposite direction.
“So Boss was telling the truth; there really are people hunting him down, and he really is prepared to kill!” Luke felt as if his legs didn’t even belong to him anymore, but he was somehow able to run even faster than he was normally capable of. The only thought in his mind was to get away from this horrifying place.
Luke was just a gangster from the streets of Rodu. A few years ago, he had unintentionally bumped into the young master of a noble family after having a few too many drinks. The young master wanted to kill him for that, so he was forced to flee Rodu. Outside the city, he encountered Noya and became his underling.
He had thought about pulling off a big heist, then buying some land somewhere, and living out the rest of his life in comfort. However, Noya was simply far too cowardly, and they didn’t manage to pull off any heists on their way to Chaos City.
Now that Noya’s pursuers had caught up to him, Luke was not interested in risking his life to try and save Noya. His life was cheap, but he still wanted to live for a few more years.
On the balcony of Mamy Restaurant, Mag put away his longsword. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, while his chest rose and fell slightly.
He had asked the system to activate the soundproof effect, ensuring that Babla wouldn’t be able to hear what he was doing before engaging in his daily sword practice routine.
With the body of a 3rd-tier knight, he was able to unleash 5th-tier swordsmanship, allowing him to kill 4th-tier opponents in melee. This much had been verified on that rainy night.
Furthermore, the combat experience and techniques left behind in his mind by Alex were like instinct to him, allowing him to think and react extremely quickly in battle. That was a major factor contributing to his ability to kill seven of his eight assailants on that day.
A 4th-tier being is still rather weak, but they can be entrusted with some duties. According to Alex’s memory, Josh’s subordinates seem to have another base in Chaos City. Mag sheathed his longsword with his brows furrowed in a contemplative expression.
Right at this moment, the sound of a scuffle taking place below drew his attention. He quickly made his way over to the edge of the balcony, only to find two knights slashing at each other with their swords on the lawn outside Mamy Restaurant, while an elven magic caster lay on the ground nearby.
“Since when did Chaos City become such a tumultuous place? It’s not often you see two people attacking each other on the streets like this.” Mag looked on with furrowed brows, clearly not intending to interfere in this battle.
Both of the knights appeared to be around the 4th-tier, but the one wearing the black cloak on the right had sustained several severe wounds, and was clearly on the back foot. It appeared that he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Noya, I didn’t think that you would become stronger after being on the run for so many years. It seems like I underestimated you, and my comrades paid the price for my complacency. However, you’re not escaping death today. You shouldn’t have fought with Young Master Timothy over a woman.
“The Gould Family was once considered to be a large family, but the entire family was killed just because you fell in love with someone you had no right to love. If you were given another chance, you’d definitely pick that elf again, right? You’d have that little half-breed with her again, wouldn’t you?”
Bayson looked at Noya with a deriding sneer.
“What do you know? Do you know what love is? As long as she and my daughter are alive and well, so what if I die?” Noya looked at Bayson as if he were looking at a pitiful clown.
Bayson’s expression darkened for a moment. Smirking, he said, “Indeed, I don’t understand. However, if I find them, I’ll be sure to enjoy both of them first before killing them. I heard she was a fine beauty back in the day.”
“No, you won’t have a chance to do that.” A cold light suddenly erupted in Noya’s eyes as his longsword suddenly sped up drastically, tearing through the air and piercing into Bayson’s heart.
At the same time, Bayson’s sword had also pierced into Noya’s heart. Bayson’s eyes were still wide with incredulity as if he were struggling to believe that he would die here.
“I couldn’t let you live after you said that.” A smile appeared on Noya’s face before he fell face-first onto the grass.
A low growl sounded from Bayson’s throat, and he used up the last of his energy to pull out a sheet of sheepskin from his pocket, trying to tear it into shreds. However, he was dead before he could do so.
“Roth Empire, Rodu, elf, a half-elf daughter… What a coincidence.” At this moment, Mag had already appeared on the lawn outside.