Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Violence Can’t Solve Problems... Can It?
Leon walked out of the tool shop with three more letters in his hand.
Thirty Gold Coins, that wasn’t a small amount, spending such funds was painful for him, and even more disheartening, he currently didn’t have that much readily available capital.
Hence, he pawned his "Lion’s Ring," a magical tool that could slightly invigorate one’s spirit simply by wearing it. Sadly, it was useless against the "Horror" state.
This thing was a nto he took from his family, but as his thoughts changed, he felt he didn’t need this trinket anymore.
"Rip—"
No sooner had he left the tool shop than he impatiently tore open the envelopes, greedily reading the contents.
[Information about the bonfire: In the deep stench of Sick Village, the fire’s remaining ashes long for fla. Ignite it, and then... the mont to feast upon rations will co.]
[Information about the Flaming Straight Sword and canceling: In the bottom layer of the uninhabited village, within the forest vibrant with a hundred Elves, venture to the Sealing Prison where the Little Demon Stone Statue resides, defeat the Knight from the Ancient City, acquire his weapon, and the secret of canceling shall be revealed to all.]
[Information about the Lion Ape: The gigantic ape that drank the impure water, even decapitated, can stand up like an insect. Its secret lies within the severed neck—if there is a weapon that can tear it out...]
"It’s all riddles..."
Leon muttered to himself with a touch of resentnt.
But these riddles didn’t quite feel like riddles; they seed decipherable. For instance, the hint about the first bonfire was quite obvious, nearly giving away the location, except for the last line whose aning was unclear.
But it’s just a bonfire, can it really help one grow stronger?
Flaming Straight Sword, the na itself emitted a weird sensation, not to ntion the bizarre canceling... It felt like once canceling was used, one would be beyond redemption.
Lion Ape, although he didn’t know why the shopkeeper gave him this envelope, it coincidentally fit his needs.
After recovering from the Horror State, other than getting stronger, he wanted to seek revenge on the Lion Ape!
If it weren’t for the ambush, he could have definitely defeated that massive ape. And with the Horror state making him look shaful, the Lion Ape had risen to the top of his list of targets to kill in his heart.
Gradually feeling better ntally, he now believed Gong Qiying’s words didn’t seem so correct, yet they held a subtle truth.
"Rest for two days, then enter the Dungeon again..."
On his way ho, he deliberately took a detour to avoid the adventurer’s guild. Right now, his humiliating defeat had beco a hot topic among adventurers, and he didn’t want to voluntarily get close and be gawked at like a monkey in a show.
Even though Gong Qiying had given him so guidance, he still hadn’t figured out how to face the adventurers who once admired him. He couldn’t really beat them up, could he?
Believing that one could convince others by beating them up... What kind of nutcase would co up with such logic?
I will never agree with that!
Leon arrived in front of his rented mansion only to find soone waiting for him at the door.
An adventurer!? His complexion changed, but upon a closer look, he realized it wasn’t an adventurer, as he recognized the person.
"Zanka, what are you doing here?" he asked with a gloomy face.
Zanka, a servant of Leon’s family, was also his childhood playmate, but also... his sister’s Attendant.
Ever since Leon had a falling out with his sister, under her directives, Zanka had been picking on him, sotis secretly playing dirty tricks to embarrass him in public, the harm not severe, but highly insulting.
Leon’s father knew all about these things but didn’t care about Leon, so how could he expect such an odd parent to stand up for him?
Without the master’s silent consent, would a servant dare to make such a ruckus?
In a way, this guy was also one of Leon’s childhood nightmares, but since he was a part of his sister’s camp, he directed all the hatred towards his sister.
"Master Leon, long ti no see," Zanka deliberately emphasized the word "master," his handso and fair face hiding a mocking expression.
"Spit it out if you’ve got sothing to say," Leon said, holding back from kicking him out imdiately, which showed his recent improvent in self-restraint.
"Don’t be so impatient, young master. Think back to our joyful tis. I even took you to catch a little fragrant pig,"
Then you recorded the scene of
being chased around by the fragrant pig’s parents with a photography crystal and played it at my birthday party.
Leon didn’t say a word, just stared at Zanka.
At this mont, his blond hair was disheveled and wild, sowhat resembling a lion’s mane, and with those golden eyes hiding anger, he actually looked like a real lion.
Zanka, feeling awkward, shrugged his shoulders, took out a gold-embossed envelope, and handed it to Leon with one hand, saying:
"Next month is the young lady’s birthday, and a grand banquet will be held. You haven’t been ho for so many years; the young lady hopes that you, the young master, can co back and visit,"
Leon watched as a re attendant dared to hand him sothing with such a casual attitude, and his fist involuntarily clenched.
Zanka stretched out his words, sneeringly said, "Haven’t you been ho for so many years? Don’t you want to go back and see? Everyone says you’ve beco successful. Maybe this ti, the old master might be willing to see you, huh?"
As he spoke, his smile showed up, devoid of any other aning, full of mockery.
Beat him up!
The voice of Gong Qiying exploded in Leon’s mind like sudden thunder.
No, I can’t...
His reason told him that using violence arbitrarily was bad behavior and violence couldn’t solve any problems.
Zanka saw that he hadn’t reacted for a long ti, frowned, and was nearly stuffing the invitation in his face. Feeling disrespected, he intensified his tone, saying:
"If you make a proper apology to the young lady at the banquet, perhaps everyone will accept you again, young master. You want to return ho, don’t you? I know, I know, you’ve been struggling out there just to show defiance to the old master, recruiting a bunch of rubbish, and sohow, you actually made a na for yourself—"
Anger piled up.
Zanka didn’t finish his words because a fist had already greeted his face!
"How dare you insult them!"
Beat him up...
Beat him up.
BEAT HIM UP!!!
"How dare you hit !"
Zanka fell to the ground all at once, covering his swollen cheek, shrieking, "The young lady won’t—"
His words were interrupted once again by a punch.
Leon did not utter a word, but his fists kept coming down one after another, each strike full of force and now imbued with rage buff.
To hell with the idea that violence can’t solve problems.
It’s just because you’re not violent enough!
I endorse the beating!
Zanka’s body twitched, and he stopped moving.
Leon wiped his bloodied fist on him, glanced at the gold-embossed envelope, and stomped it into the mud with his foot.
Next month is my sister’s birthday banquet?
Fine, I’ll definitely go.
He took one look at the family door, then turned and left.
No waiting, today Leon would re-enter the Sain Dungeon.
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