It seed these people had just co off the battlefield, covered in countless wounds.
Their faces were twisted in pain, and one could even sense so resentnt in their eyes as they walked straight toward Qin Chu.
"Violet, what do you think these people are planning to do?" Qin Chu suddenly asked Violet, who was beside him.
"Obviously, they’re coming for you," Violet quickly responded.
Although she had been alone for a thousand years, there was no doubt about the wisdom inherent in being the Holy Daughter.
The current Violet had regained her sanity, and after a few days of interacting, she had gained so understanding of the outside world.
Demons, wars, and heroes...
Although in Violet’s era, there was no such thing as demons.
After a mont’s thought, Violet offered a detailed answer, "If I’m not mistaken, they are probably using these wounded soldiers returning from the battlefield to criticize you, the hero, for doing nothing and indulging in pleasures within the Imperial City instead of fighting against demons..."
Indulging in pleasures? Really?
I did do so things!
"After all, on one hand, there are soldiers covered in wounds; on the other, there is a hero surrounded by beauties and a group of guards. The contrast could easily make people feel that you’re a terrible hero."
Qin Chu laughed. It seed Lance was a bit smarter than he had thought.
In the first week, Qin Chu had almost spent every day training in the training field, so Lance probably hadn’t had the chance to carry out such a plan.
"You actually consider yourself a beauty?"
"Of course, although I’m a bit tall, I’m very confident in my looks," Violet replied straightforwardly. She didn’t think speaking highly of her beauty was sothing to be ashad of.
Perhaps the ethos a thousand years ago was different from the present.
After a brief pause, Violet continued, "If their plan succeeds, the next step would likely be to force you to appear on the front lines against the demons. After all, anyone with a bit of pride would find it hard to endure such humiliation."
"For a hero whose strength has yet to grow, appearing on the front lines against demons would an a very high chance of death."
"As for whether you die at the hands of demons or at the hands of human assassins, there is a lot of room for manipulation."
"If you are really thick-skinned and completely unmoved, they can also create chaos, ruin the hero’s reputation, or create opportunities for assassins to strike later. They could easily pin the bla on other countries not wanting to see the Empire grow stronger. As for these soldiers, they can simply silence them."
It was a simple yet decidedly malicious plan.
Violet looked at Qin Chu, "This is my assessnt, what do you think?"
Qin Chu nodded, his expression calm, "Mmm, I think so too."
"Do you need to send them flying?" Violet seed eager, barely maintaining her gentle deanor, "However, their disguise is too poor. If they’re going to do sothing like this, they should at least inflict so real injuries. They’re even faking this part, which is really unprofessional. Besides, that general is very impulsive, not a suitable leader, just a desperado."
Is this the wisdom accumulated over a thousand years, even discerning the opponent’s character?
Fake injuries?
Qin Chu shook his head, "No, no, no, I think as a hero, it’s quite necessary for to teach Wozworth’s son a lesson. This ti, I’ll do it myself."
If the opponent had already handed over the handle, and he did not wreak havoc and sort out the Prince properly, he wouldn’t be Qin Chu.
He indeed needed to demonstrate so strength.
With an increase in strength and an ally like Violet by his side, if he continued to be as cautious as before, people might look down on him and even harbor doubts.
Otherwise, anyone might think that this hero was easy to bully. Although it wouldn’t necessarily be a big deal, it was like a fly buzzing annoyingly around one’s ears, truly irritating.
Qin Chu indeed did not want to stay in the Imperial City all the ti, where there were too many eyes, and many things were inconvenient. His current strength was not yet strong enough; only by coming into contact with demons could he improve his power unrestrainedly.
Most importantly, Qin Chu was the vengeful type.
He had never forgotten that at the ti of his execution, it was the bastard Prince who was laughing the loudest in the stands.
If he didn’t teach this fool a lesson, would they really think he’s made of mud?
As they ca closer, being an elegant gentleman, Qin Chu did not display the typical arrogance of the nobles; he even courteously made way for the wounded soldiers.
However, Qin Chu’s politeness did not result in the respect it should have, as a wounded soldier stumbled and fell on him.
Imdiately, the soldier bounced off as if he had hit a spring, flying backward instantly. Before he could get up from the ground, he was coughing blood and shouting loudly, "He’s hitting people... he’s hitting the wounded..."
The exaggerated acting left Qin Chu stunned.
At least hire so professionals, didn’t you rehearse?
This shout instantly drew the attention of countless people. Eyes from both sides of the street were all watching this scene. Gossip is human nature, and nobles are no exception.
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