After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 256 - 89 Deception and Deception_2
To satisfy the needs of the genuine Sword of Light on a personal level was nearly impossible for the followers of the Dusk Cult.
"This genuine Sword of Light is more valuable than the prototype, right?" Xi Mu handed out the Sword of Light.
The dwarven girl stepped back, having no intention of taking the genuine Sword of Light, as she was very aware of her own moral standards.
It was impossible to take up the genuine Sword of Light anyway.
"What we want is the prototype of the Sword of Light, not that one with usage restrictions."
"I cannot hand that sword over to you," Xi Mu shook his head, his expression very firm.
In response, the dwarven girl said nothing, only casting her gaze towards the civilians in the square, where some of the bound civilians broke free from the followers of the Dusk Cult’s watch and rushed to Ahtal’s feet, kneeling down instantly.
"Lord Ahtal, please save us!" a delicately dressed, beautiful young woman clung to Ahtal’s thigh, looking up pitifully.
"We have been poisoned by the followers of the Dusk Cult..."
Before she could finish.
A hand knife swept through, severing the young woman’s head, from which blood spurted, painting the square’s ground red.
The body fell, and the head of the young woman rolled on the ground several times.
The atmosphere fell silent.
Xi Mu shook his blood-stained palm, his voice calm, "Thinking the followers of the Dusk Cult can pose as civilians to shake me is truly a boring tactic."
After he spoke, the civilians kneeling by him quickly stepped back, some of them followers of the Dusk Cult, others... truly ordinary civilians.
Regardless of whether their identities were truly civilians, they no longer dared to seek help from Ahtal. If Ahtal, without a second word, simply killed them, branding them as followers of the Dusk Cult, they might indeed die in vain.
"What if the one you killed was really a civilian?" the dwarven girl twitched the corner of her mouth, so much for men not being able to withstand the allure of glamorous widows.
Why so decisive in killing?
"I practice astrology, naturally I can distinguish," Xi Mu answered casually, and the dwarven girl, upon hearing this, pointed at a man who was clearly a civilian.
"Is he also a follower of the Dusk Cult?"
Xi Mu answered immediately, "He could be a follower of the Dusk Cult."
The atmosphere fell silent again.
The previously restless mood instantly solidified, and those who wanted to follow the plea also suppressed their desires.
"Arguing this is pointless." A saintess of the Dusk Cult emerged from the crowd, her eyes closed, hands crossed in front of her abdomen.
Her attire was very similar to that of a blinded saintess.
However, she was clearly not as beautiful as the blinded saintess, nor was her aura as mysterious.
Just a stronger saintess of the Dusk Cult.
"Lord Ahtal, you should be well aware of what we want," the saintess’s voice was soft, "If the trade can be completed smoothly, I think both parties will be very pleased, otherwise you might end up with nothing."
Xi Mu was lost in thought.
Seeing this, the saintess did not disturb him, quietly waiting for Ahtal to make a decision, not caring whether Ahtal was willing to hand over the prototype Sword of Light.
Even if he refused, it did not matter. She had already prepared a backup plan. As long as Ahtal wanted to save Letixia, there was a chance to get back the prototype Sword of Light.
After a long time, Xi Mu’s gaze shifted to Letixia on the execution platform and then glanced at Fifine, nodding, "Alright, I’ll hand over the prototype Sword of Light to you."
"...Pleasure doing business." The saintess was slightly stunned, not expecting Ahtal to compromise so easily. She thought Ahtal would refuse to hand over the prototype Sword of Light for the sake of righteousness and start a forceful take-over of Letixia.
However, the reality was that Ahtal, after a brief struggle, chose to hand over the Sword of Light, completely unlike the heroic righteousness she had anticipated.
"If one can’t even protect those close to him, trying to protect unrelated people is... just ridiculous." Xi Mu drew the prototype Sword of Light, its magma-like blade sinking into the ground.
"Release Letixia."
"Okay." The saintess nodded, gesturing to the followers of the Dusk Cult on the execution platform to release Letixia.
And just then.
"Wait, what about me?!" Fifine widened her beautiful eyes, staring at Ahtal on the execution platform. Was this man forgetting about her? Why was only Letixia mentioned, without even a mention of her, despite being Letixia’s best friend and having been comrades through life and death together in the past?
"Yes, and Fifine." Xi Mu realized and added quickly, and the saintess, hearing this, also nodded, gesturing to the followers of the Dusk Cult on the execution platform.
Not long after, both Letixia and Fifine, their restraints undone, backed by the knives of the followers of the Dusk Cult to their necks, completed the trade with Ahtal.
Unpredictably smooth.
The saintess successfully obtained the prototype Sword of Light, feeling a bit surreal at how easily she had succeeded.
This was the man that could defy gods, a hero who would be remembered in history, and he had just yielded so easily.
"Let’s go, let’s withdraw first." Xi Mu covered Letixia’s mouth, silencing her grateful words, and rode away with her and Fifine on a small mare.
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Outside the city.
On a hillside.
