Attribute Farming System-Chapter 87: Seamon, Son of a Duke

"Impatient, are we?" Seamon Meldon cruelly grinned, his confidence reaching an all-time high. "But don't you worry, crippled trash. You'll be dead soon enough!"

"Sure, sure, dude… Wait, your name… Pfft!" Knox burst out laughing, holding his sides. "Where do you get off talking to anything but your mirror and body pillow with a name like that!? If I were you, I'd hide away in a closet and never leave it!"

Cela's ahoge hair bobbed in curiosity. So too did Lily's ahoge.

They exchanged a glance that lasted longer than intended. Two harrumphs then sounded out as they looked away from each other.

Cela, clinging to Knox, prompted a question to the hysterically laughing man himself. "What's so funny about that pompous idiot's name, Darling?"

"Pompous idiot…?"

Ignoring the idiot in question, Knox calmed himself just enough to reply, "His name is Seamon."

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"Seamon?" Cela tilted her head, puzzled. "I don't get it, Darling…"

"Haiz," Knox face-palmed. "You don't get that his name sounds like semen, but you spout out more dirty words than a sexually deprived sailor?? Make that make sense."

Finally understanding, Cela left her adorable state of contemplation. She slapped a hand against a palm before sneering in Seamon's direction. "You're named after Darling's baby-making batter, you worm—"

*Bonk!*

"Just be quiet."

Knox silenced the troublesome girl. And though her cheeks puffed out in displeasure, she didn't disobey.

"Anyway, where were we?" Knox asked as he scanned his eyes across the staggering number of people opposing him. "Ah, yes, you were in the midst of your third-rate antagonist dialogue. Well then, don't let me get in your way; do resume."

"A-Ah, okay." Seamon cleared his throat with a couple of coughs, then let out a string of villainous laughter. "This is where you meet your end, crippled trash! Hand over everything you own and the two girls you have with you, and we might just give you—"

"Hold up a second, I'm gonna have to stop you right there," Knox interrupted.

With an instructor's tone, he dissected Young Master Semen's words:

"You want a little girl as well?" He narrowed his eyes. "Are you some sort of pedo freak on top of being an idiot?? Shame! Shame on you!"

"Wa-Wait, but that's just…" Seamon Meldon looked around with erratically flickering eyes. He felt like everyone was now staring at him—judging him. And for the briefest of moments, he was on the verge of breaking down.

But in the end, he was a bonafide—

Young Master.

"Ha! You think you can trap me with just words!? Well, think again! I thought you'd be more intelligent than that!"

"And I thought you could control the one-inch twinkle dink between your legs," Knox remarked. "I guess we can both be wrong at times."

"W… Well, I thought you'd be more handsom—" Seamon paused.

"What?" Knox flashed a shit-eating grin. "Cat got your tongue??"

He knew damn well that Sir Seamon couldn't finish that sentence because he knew pigs flying and women becoming men was more probable.

Cela turned squeamish as she wiggled her jiggly butt. "Darling is the most handsome man ever~! Marry me now!"

"Still no."

An instant rejection!

"But I like the initiative," Knox added, sticking a thumb up. "Keep it up and you'll definitely become someone important one day."

Cela only heard the words she wanted to hear, which were important, I, and you.

"I'm someone important to you, Darling~!?" She hugged him even tighter, pressing her boobs against him. "I just knew we were meant to be~!!"

"Huh??" Knox bruhhed the f*ck out. "What the hell are you on, woman?? Give me some spac—"

"Stop ignoring me!!"

Seamon Meldon's irritatingly gravelly voice echoed out, bringing with it the full immensity of his Late Nascent Soul Realm cultivation base. He attempted to pressure the ones absorbed in their own conversations.

"Dude, what the hell?" Knox cursed, covering his ears with both hands. "Stop being so goddamn loud! We all know you're butthurt over your hugely inflated ego being threatened, but that's no excuse for you to be acting like a toddler. Grow a pair, why don't you?"

"YOU DARE!??"

OOOM!

As a high-rank genius, Seamon's aura exceeded his cultivation realm. It was this very aura that crushed down on Knox, Cela, and Lily.

Feeling the insignificant pressure trying to get him to kneel, Knox's eyes glowed a deathly shade of gold. And with Lily still perched atop his head, he flashed forward—

*Clench!*

"*Kuk! Kuk!* Yo…u bashtard!!"

"Stop talking," Knox ordered, his grip around Seamon's neck squeezing harder. "You're dead next time you do something like that, understand?"

"Y-You—"

"I said, do you understand?"

RUMBLE!

"!!!"

Frightened to the point of pissing his breeches, Seamon furiously nodded. All his previous gusto had been erased with just a single look from a renowned cripple.

"Good," Knox said, now all smiles—his previous overwhelming killing intent nowhere to be seen. "Now, according to the script, what you'll do next—Semen-Fck*—is you'll give some dumb-ass speech to all these lovely loot bags you brought with you. After which, you and every other mindless sheep here will run to the slaughter. Out of self-defense, I'll have no choice but to fulfill their wishes."

'This psycho…!! Freak, monster…!!!' Seamon screamed internally, fear burrowing deep into his expression.

"So, are we clear, Semen?" Knox asked in a very friendly way. "Do you know what to do next?"

Terrified by the gleam in his golden eyes, Seamon Meldon shivered uncontrollably. And without thinking, he nodded enough times to put him in a neck brace.

"That's very good to hear, dear friend."

Knox momentarily stopped speaking, his emotionless gaze suddenly shooting toward a jade beauty of impeccable elegance.

Nala.

Nala Maybringer—one of, if not the most talented Water Deity Child—also being a recently broken-through Soul Formation Realm expert. A very cold and detached woman of incredible beauty.

Yet, at this moment, something else had mixed in with her coldness. A fierceness that knitted her brows deep together and gave her aura a dangerous, murderous element that was wholly directed at a single person.

A young girl whom Knox had grown to enjoy the company of in recent times.