What the aristocratic youth and the city guards didn't expect was that Mufasha, who looked a little thin and thin, as if he only had a better complexion than a refugee, was very agile and capable.

Even in the rather small ruins, he was able to use the load-bearing pillars of the room and the half-collapsed walls of the door frame as cover, and easily dodged the attack, and several city guards could not catch him at all, but were tricked around by him.

Watching those city guards approach each other awkwardly like clowns in a stage play, only to be teased and ugly, the faces of the aristocratic young men gradually became gloomy.

"Enough, I don't have that much time to play hide and seek with you here!"

He roared, grabbed the skinny little girl Nana, pulled out the nobleman's sword from his waist and pressed it against the other party's neck: "Give me an honest tie and arrest, otherwise I will kill her!" ”

"If you act so despicably, can you be considered a nobleman like this!" Mufasa deftly jumped on the door frame to prevent himself from being attacked, and while frowning, he asked condescendingly in a half-crouching position.

"That's why I hate talking to you pariahs." The aristocratic young man may have felt that he had won the victory, and said proudly: "The so-called nobles are people like us who are of noble blood, hold authority, and are born to stand on top of people!" The wealth, your life, and everything you untouchables are ours! As long as we make money honestly, be obedient and obedient like livestock, and live silently without causing us trouble! Why do you always have to have your own ideas and make such senseless rebellion? ”

Mufasha's expression was a little surprised.

He was indeed shocked by the other party's point of view.

As a member of the Cromwellian camp that traveled to the town with Mane, Mufasha was once a resident of the royal capital of Tiera, 'Lovenia'.

Because his identity is only a commoner, he has little intersection with nobles, so he rarely sees nobles. However, Tiera itself is relatively wealthy, and he only believes in the Church of the God of Games, so there are no other religions that levy harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and the people live quite comfortably, and the nobles as officials are naturally respected by the people.

Then Tiera fell, Lovenia became a battlefield, the former inhabitants were displaced, and finally Tiera's clerk, the former aristocratic old man Vanke, fled to Cromwell with everyone.

Although Mufasha, who was a homeless at that time, did not see Cromwell's nobles, at least the people provided relief food to the homeless camps almost every day, and did not let the homeless people starve to death.

Later, because he trusted the old man Vanke, he went to the town with him, and after becoming a player, the nobles he came into contact with were Angela, who often mingled with the player, and Princess Leya, who physically mingled with the player.

This experience made Mufasha subconsciously think that the nobles were all big people who could stand up for the people and deserve respect, and he also respected the old man of Vanke and the lord of the town Angela from the bottom of his heart.

This mentality made Mufasa very law-abiding for a time, and before today, he had not resisted even if he was captured and hung by Lancaster's city guards for his mission.

However, today's aristocratic young man has opened his eyes in a sense, and he has seen the dirty side of the nobility that he could not see because of his status.

"I see, I see."

Mufasa hung his head and whispered.

The ruined house was not large, and now that the city guards were trying to surround Mufasha quietly, there was not much noise, so his voice was also heard by everyone in the house.

"Have you finally decided to surrender, hmph, you have wasted so much of my time......" The aristocratic young man thought that Mufasha had given up struggling, but found that the other party had drawn his long and somewhat exaggerated thin sword.

"Your mind has been completely distorted, and I give up on making you a good person."

Mufasha pointed his sword at the noble youth.

The aristocratic young man felt that he had been tricked by Mufasha, and immediately became angry and shouted at the city guards who had completed the siege: "Hurry up and arrest him!" ”

However, they did not understand what Mufasha meant.

Or maybe they understood, but they didn't take it to heart.

Mufasha leaped forward from the door frame, and the city guards in front of him immediately revealed, 'My merit has come!' With an open hand, he was about to grab Mufasha.

It's too slow.

The attack of the heavy armor may be very calm and powerful, but it is too slow in Mufasha's eyes.

The light reflected from the blade flashed at an uncanny angle, and before the city guards could react, they were already dismantled, and they watched their bodies scatter to the ground.

And the heavy armor that they used to regard as a guarantee for the common people did not work at all at this moment, as if it were kraft paper, easily cut off along with their bodies!

From Mufasha's jumping down to the scattered city guards, the whole process took only three seconds.

A few of the city guards didn't know if they didn't react, or if they were provoked to be ferocious, and drew their short swords, intending to attack Mufasha from behind.

But with just a flash of the sword, those city guards were cut in two along with their weapons!

It was only at this time that the other city guards realized that from just now, what they had captured was not a poor refugee at all, but a fierce god in the true sense.

And while the aristocratic young man was shocked, he also noticed Mufasha's long sword with a blade like a flood of autumn water, and there was a trace of greed in his eyes.

Even if he coveted some of the money paid by the city guards to buy armor, so that their heavy armor was defective, it was also made of iron after all, and the weapons that could easily cut through those pig iron must be treasures.

But after all, he is not completely brainless, and he knows that the only person he can rely on at this time is the lieutenant of Licking Dog City beside him.

Don't look at this person's ass and don't seem to have any dignity, but a person who can become a city lieutenant can't just rely on his whiskers and slap his horse, after all, the city lord is not a fool, and he will put his net worth and life in the hands of a waste.

In fact, this city lieutenant named Bot has a pretty good swordsmanship, even if he loses it to the king.

Not only that, this guy spent a lot of money to bribe the priests of the Temple of Glory when he was young, and tattooed a broken God of War magic seal on his body, so he was able to use the fighting spirit of a far more ordinary warrior, and he might be able to become a knight in some remote areas.

"Bote, take him by the hand, take his limbs away, and the sword will be given to you!" Thinking of this, the aristocratic young man decisively ordered.

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Chapter 153: Aristocrats