835 Dead? Impossible!
Santa and the Caronian soldiers moved speedily to face the matter at hand, while the few Baymardian soldiers/drivers just sat there watching it all.
They had but one job, and that was to be the designated drivers here.
Some Caronians unsheathed their swords and took down their opponents, while others preferred hand combat.
Apart from seeking justice, they took the mission seriously because after completion, their actions would give them merits.
So advancing to the next stage was all up to them.
Plus, many wanted to enter the Caronian Special Forces units.
That's why they weren't slacking off.
After all, the Baymardians who accompanied them were also noting down their actions and performances.
Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting
Pah Pah.
Bam Bam Bam.
They went all in, while making sure that no one escaped.
Santa giggled while dodging Morroc's attacks.
"Hey, hey, hey.
Aren't you being a tad but fierce?
Why are you so angry over a nickname?"
"Shut up!"
Swish.
The blade whistled in the air as Santa sucked in his chubby belly and stepped back.
Phew.
That was close.
He then unsheathed both swords and smiled.
Only the heavens knew how much work he put in over the years.
His skills had improved incredulously, as he had a sword maniac as a bride-to-be.
Not to talk of her entire family, who drilled him every waking hour of the day.
Training was now part of his life.
But could someone tell him why his belly didn't go anywhere?
Yes, he got taller, more prominent and had muscles.
But somehow, he had muscles on his big belly.
Was he cursed with this physique?
Actually, his body looked like Sig Curtis' in 'Full Metal Alchemist.'
Yup!
His body was like Ed's teacher's husband.
Well, maybe not that big.
Anyway, over the years, he and several other Caronian soldiers had been going on missions to improve themselves.
And dealing with Morroc was just one of the missions that he personally selected to partake in.
From here, he would head towards the other cities that built the underground calls and figure their city lords before rushing back to the Capital in preparation for his wedding.
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With just a single flick, Santa pushed Morroc back fiercely.
Shrrrrrrr!
Two long visible lines were drawn on the road by Morroc's feet.
Santa quickly advanced and threw several swings at his opponent, giving him no chance to rest.
Morroc, who was now under pressure, couldn't help but curse the fat pig in his mind.
Even though he wanted to escape, he had to admit that the chubby bastard had more raw strength than he did.
Just blocking his attacks almost threw his swords to the ground.
Damn this pig.
Santa smiled at Morroc's obvious discomfort.
Ting.
"I've told you.
I have a busy schedule ahead of me, so why not save both of us the time?"
Sling!
"Never!
I'll never give up!
It should be you delusional royals that should give me way.
Or do you think that sir Nopline would actually let you all go?"
Ting.
Both parties separated and came at one another again.
"Sigh... Since we're taking you away, then I can probably let you in on a little secret.
You see, if it were before, then yes! We would've been afraid of your master.
But there's something you don't know yet.
Your dear master, Sir Nopline is dead."
Sling!!
What?
That was impossible!
.
Morroc trembled anxiously.
He personally saw Nopline in February and had just arrived at Carona 3 weeks ago.
So could it mean that during the time of his journey back, someone had killed his master?
One had to know that from Terique's Capital city to the Coastal city, to Carona's Coastal port, and finally to Reginal city took several months of travel.
And he had just gotten back three weeks ago, so if what they said was true, the person killed his master within this period.
However, if that was the case, then why did the royals who were all the way in the Carona's Capital get word about this faster than his people?
Moreover, if the killing happens after he left, how could news travel this fast, so much so that they had already planned to drag him away?
It didn't make sense at all!
Morroc sneered.
"Hmph!
Do I look stupid to you?
Aren't you just trying to lower my guard down?
You plan to capture me and find a way to blackmail my master. Isn't it?
Tch!
What Justice?
You're all fighting for more benefits like the rest of us.
So why be hypocritical?"
Morroc's voice was filled with disdain.
They planned to use him to cool the people's hearts down while still seeking benefits from his master.
This was not the first time that he had seen such a scenario.
Even he had thrown his subordinates into the fire to appease someone with power.
But why him?
Why did he have to be the scapegoat?
He was unwilling!
.
Santa was really speechless with this guy's way of thinking.
No matter what he said, this guy didn't believe it and thought of him as a greedy person.
Some people were just like this.
They would blame the entire world for their situation and think that everyone was exactly like them.
To this type of person, Santa had no more words to say.
"Hahahhahahhaha!
That's right!
That's why you are.
A greedy soon-to-be royal who likes to look down on people."
Morroc's expression was crazed.
His bloodshot eyes opened widely, and he began screaming in rage.
"You all use people and then discard them like worthless toys.
After all my years of guarding this city, you now decide to bring me down?
What evil have I done?
What have I done that others don't do?
Am I the first person to do what you accuse me of?
You all are just the same.
And that whore Queen P..."
Bam!
Santa punched his face hard before he could finish his sentence, sending him rolling on the ground in agony.
Santa's entire body oozed with bloodlust.
"Watch your mouth.
The next time you dare talk ill of my queen, I promise you that you won't live to see the next day.
Kyle!"
"Sir!
"Wipes!"
Santa calmly wiped the part of his fist that touched Morroc's face.
No one insults his queen.
No one!
