Flillian, I want to live.

"What? You don't know how to use a sword?"

The Earl asked with a smile.

"I do understand a little bit..."

Hugh Tark answered honestly.

"Then let me teach you."

Count Gulanath said happily.

"Wait a minute, Lord Earl, this is too dangerous..."

The guard whose sword was taken away originally wanted to persuade his lord.

"Didn't you hear my order? Get out of here, you piece of shit!"

However, the earl's scolding made him turn around and run away.

"Hugh Tark."

Guter put his hand on Hugh Turk's shoulder and gave him a look.

"Ahhh, I get it!"

Xutark nodded helplessly, then rushed towards the earl with his sword. Taking advantage of the opportunity while he was fighting with the earl, the remaining few people continued to move towards the room where the target was.

Chapter 83: Have good self-management ability

In the long corridor, the fierce sound of swords clashing continued to echo.

Although he is a distinguished earl, the man who bears the name of Gulanath is not the kind of guy who would just rest on his laurels and wait for death.

This city is the last fortress guarding the northern continent. If it falls, the connection between the northern continent and the center will be completely cut off. It is precisely because of its important position that the former great magician Volame deliberately left a magic circle here to block the demons.

From a very young age, the man practiced swordsmanship under the guidance of his father. Soon after he came of age, he was drafted into the front-line combat sequence and began to fight against the demons who coveted this city.

Sometimes, men may feel confused as to why their father is so strict with them, as if he can’t wait for them to become independent.

Soon, the man found out the reason.

In the battle against the returning great demon Aura, the man's father, who was commanding on the front line, died.

There was no way to even get his body back. Only his severed head was desperately snatched back by his subordinates and buried as remains.

Looking through the genealogy of the Gulanath family, one can hardly find any long-lived heirs.

A man inherits his father's title and also his father's responsibilities.

He looked at his newly born son and from then on he lost his smile in front of him.

The man began to demand and train his son in the strictest way, letting him face all kinds of difficulties and powerful enemies alone at an early age.

Fortunately, his son was much better than he imagined.

The man's son was very sensible and had excellent qualifications. Not only did he always say that he would inherit the family business to make the man's life easier, he also won the sword bestowed by the king in a royal competition in front of His Majesty the King.

When the son showed off the sword he had received from His Majesty the King in front of the man, the man smiled for the first time in front of him.

He almost saw a bright future.

Until ten years ago, a piece of bad news reached the man's ears.

thump—

With the dull thud of his body hitting the wall, the man held the sword against Xutark's forehead.

"You are very good. Seeing you reminds me of my son."

The count was not in a hurry to kill Hugh Tark, but instead spoke to Hugh Tark as if he was chatting.

"I'll take this as a compliment."

Hugh Tark stared into the Earl's eyes and replied in a deep voice.

"Let me think about it. You don't have any reason to give in to me, right?"

Although he seemed to have the upper hand, the Earl revealed the reason why he did not kill Hugh Tark outright.

Because he can't.

During the fight just now, he quickly realized one thing.

Hugh Turk is deliberately letting the game go.

Xutark was only dealing with his own attacks unilaterally, but missed all opportunities to counterattack. It was precisely because the Earl himself was also a skilled swordsman that he was not intimidated by Xutark's performance.

"You're the Earl... If I hurt you, wouldn't that be a capital crime, punishable by several heads being chopped off?"

Hugh Turk shrugged and explained his reasons for letting the game go.

"Ah? Just because of this?"

Count Gulanath raised his eyebrows and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"if not?"

Hugh Tark used his sword to support himself and stood up again against the wall.

"Anyway, I just need to hold you here, right?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Hugh Tark's mouth as he said cunningly.

"Aren't you worried about your companions?"

Count Gulanat raised his sword. Although he saw the difference in strength between the two, he still swung the sword at Shuttark, but was easily blocked by the other party.

"Shouldn't you be the one who should be worried? But after all, why would you rather trust those demons than us?"

Xutalk glanced at the direction where Gutel and the others left, and then asked the Earl.

"..."

Count Gulanat opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

"No words? Speaking of which, do we really need to continue like this?"

Xutark once again took on Gulanat's attack. He vaguely sensed that there seemed to be something strange about the Earl at this moment, but he didn't know the reason.

"..."

Faced with Hugh Tark's temptation, Count Gulanat continued to remain silent.

It's not that he didn't want to explain the reason to the red-haired boy in front of him, but he couldn't.

Because above his will, there is a pair of eyes watching here through him.

"Help me hold him back, my Lord Earl."

The girl holding the scales licked her lips with her tongue. Her purple eyes were emitting a strange light. In her perspective, Earl Gulanat, who ruled the city, was just a puppet controlled by her.

Ten years ago, when Count Gulanat received his son's request for help, he rushed to the battlefield with his men without stopping.

However, what awaited him was corpses everywhere and his son standing there like a puppet.

It's a trap.

Count Gulanat quickly realized the problem, but the surging army of death had already surrounded him and his men.

"Don't be afraid, come with me!"

At that time, Count Gulanat was prepared to fight to the death. However, sacrificing his life heroically like his ancestors became a luxury.

A ghost floated out from the man's chest and landed on the scales Aura was holding.

"I won."

Aura watched as the scales tilted towards her side without surprise.

Obey the magic.

From that moment on, the man's soul lost its freedom.

"I need you to help me write a letter to someone in town."

Aura ordered the man to act according to her ideas.

It's a trap.

The man picked up the pen and wrote these three words on the letter.

"Ah, leaving the head behind is indeed troublesome."

Aura picked up the letter and tore the warning the man had struggled to write into pieces.

"But how long can you hold on?"

A strong will can temporarily resist Aura's obedience magic. It is precisely because of this troublesome flaw that Aura processes most of her dolls.

The man's sword stopped.

"Ok?"

Xu Tark sensed something strange about the Earl.

His body was motionless and his brows were furrowed, as if he was fighting against something.

"It's a trap."

The man's eyes suddenly became clear. He stared at Xiutalk and uttered three words.

"A trap? What trap? What exactly do you want to say?"

Xutark wanted to ask the man clearly, but the man's expression suddenly became distorted.

"You are such a nuisance..."

Feeling the man's struggle of will, Aura, who was constantly suppressing him with obedience magic, showed a look of disgust on her face.

Relying on willpower can only temporarily regain control of the body. It won't be long before Aura, who has regained control of himself, will still control himself to block the boy in front of him.

The man with a distorted face raised his head and looked at Xiutalk with red eyes.

Since you don't dare to kill me, a noble.

The man raised his sword and slashed at his own neck with his last bit of willpower.

Let me finish the processing for you, Aura.

Chapter 84: Who cares about martial ethics these days?

Under the astonished gaze of Xiutalk, Count Gulanat's head was cut off by his own sword, and rolled to his feet with gushing blood.

“Ah, ah? Ah!?”

Witnessing such a bloody scene, even Xu Tark couldn't help but tremble and roar.

"What are you doing? What are you doing..."

Xutark looked down at the Earl's head that he had just cut off. He didn't understand what the other party meant by the riddle, nor did he understand why the other party suddenly committed suicide in front of him.

What is the meaning?

Just as Xuturk was struggling with his inner thoughts, a dangerous intuition suddenly sounded the alarm in his heart.

Xutark bent down subconsciously, and the next moment, the broadsword passed by Xutark's scalp with much greater force than before, cutting off several standing hairs.

"What the hell..."

Feeling frightened, Hugh Tark took several steps back.

Immediately afterwards, Hugh Turk saw a strange scene that looked like something out of a horror movie.

After losing its head, the body bathed in gushing blood did not fall down helplessly, but stood up again under the influence of some force, and even launched an attack more powerful than when it was alive.

No, or rather.

Now the blow from the corpse shows the true strength of the Earl when he was alive.

This time, Xutalk had to struggle to withstand the attack from the Earl's headless corpse.

He was not the only one who let him go, the Earl had also been suppressing him.

Why did he do this? Or, why, even though his head was gone and his body was already a corpse, he could still move freely and fight with him?