Chapter 43: Caesar's Return Caesar Returns

  The wallpaper all fell down, I was a bit embarrassed because I didn't grasp the strength well, I was afraid that he would faint suddenly. He leaned in and asked: "Does it hurt?"

  "Your whole family should go to hell..." Tears were already coming out, it seemed like it really hurt a lot. However, the opponent was so fierce and cruel that they didn't yield because of this. With a "brushing" sound, I knew what had been pulled out without looking. Turning his hand over, I raised my hand and inserted the dagger he had pulled out back into his palm...

  "Ah!!!!!!"

  A blood-curdling scream that made my ears ring, the wounded were hurt even more, uh, I didn't mean to, by the time I realized my mistake, it was too late.

  "You will pay the price, I want your whole family to die! My uncle is a man of the church! He's a bishop! You've messed with the Seofano family, you'll all...". I slammed his head against the wall again, this time he could only make "gurgling" noises, but his other hand and two feet were still struggling. What a resilient guy. I grabbed his hair and smashed him against the wall a few more times, until the whole world was quiet except for the sound of our breathing.

  "You said that offending the Seofano family would get my whole family killed, are you cursing me to extinction?" I pulled out a dagger and grabbed this guy's collar, turning him around. I kindly wiped away the blood from his eyes, letting him see me clearly, but it took him over ten seconds to react.

  I heard a large number of footsteps at the staircase on the second floor, I tapped his face with my dagger: "Give you some time to think clearly how to explain to me, or say to the Seofano family whose name was stolen by you, if the explanation is not good, the reason is not sufficient, I think you know what it means to say that you can make the Seofano family angry and everyone will die."

  I carried this guy to the entrance and blocked the middle of the corridor. Alexander walked over: "Did I just hear someone yelling, was it this guy?"

  I nodded: "Older brother, take him down and prepare a room. I have something to ask him. Bring those monks along too."

  "What about you?" Alexander glanced around the room, then smiled knowingly. "Well, hurry up and come over."

  "It's okay."

  "Wait until Alexander takes everyone downstairs, I said to the literary girl in the room: "Alright, they've all gone down. The Lolita Nobunaga training plan is over. You'd better leave here and go home from the stairs on the other side. I promise you, no matter what you did in the room, that guy won't say a word."

  I'd better keep quiet. As soon as I speak, the lonely artistic girl with a beautiful smile reveals a sad and beautiful smile, and two lines of tears can't stop falling: "Home? I don't have a home anymore."

  My god, the literary girl's home was so tragic that it was hit by a meteorite? I couldn't help but look out the window, and the city inside was calm, with no big fire or falling stars. It seems that the situation is a bit serious, could it be that my cheap old dad issued an eviction order?

  The situation is a bit complicated, and to be honest, today's incident is even more inexplicable. I walked over, and only then did I see that the literary girl had a faint five-fingered red mark on her face. My brow furrowed, and I subconsciously stroked the marks: "Was it that guy who hit you earlier?"

  He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, don't get any wrong ideas, handkerchiefs aren't just for women, we men also need to wipe our noses and sweat, like Maurice who always uses it to pick his nose, anyway in this day and age the functions of handkerchiefs are many, I also usually carry one or two with me.

  Just as I was about to hand it over, I heard the artsy girl say: "It was my father who hit you."

  My arm just froze up, but that's their family affair.

  "He doesn't want me anymore." The tearful and blurry-eyed literary girl looked at me in despair.

  I moved my lips: "I think it's just a bluff."

  "No, I know he's really angry this time. He's never hit me before, but this time he really did! He really doesn't want me anymore!!!" The artistic girl cried and squatted on the ground, hugging her knees tightly, tears flowing more and more.

  I also crouched down, staring at the endless stream of tears, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. Okay, although it makes me seem very unsympathetic, I just can't hold back: "The first time we met, you cried so hard too. You always love to cry like that?"

  "Yes, I'm just a crybaby! Are you satisfied now?"

  The artistic girl's tears decreased a lot, I reached out to wipe the corner of her eyes, looking at the tears completely soaking into my gloves. I said: "If your father really doesn't want you, are you interested in joining the army and applying for a position? You see, you're so good at crying, I think you can fully take on the role of private water supply officer. One day if the army is short of water, I'll make you cry, and everyone will have water to drink! How about it, do you want to be a private water supply officer? It's a very promising position. Girl, I have high hopes for you!"

  Penny was taken aback, she reached out to touch the tear stains on her face, and her eye shadow and powder instantly made her face a mess of colors. She furiously shouted: "You're mocking me!!! I'll bite you to death!"

  Are all women biting people with their hands?

  It seems like only a so-called "literary girl" would do something like this - she pounced on me with gleaming eyes, and I was knocked to the ground.

  Then what?

  She didn't make a sound, sitting on me, moving wasn't an option, nor was not moving, to know that attacking the royal family is a great sin, of course, framing the royal family is also a great sin, and treating the royal family as a meat cushion, it seems that only by taking the female superior position can one avoid committing a crime.

  "Go ahead and wipe." I raised my hand and waved the handkerchief in my hand, Penelope's eyes hesitated on the handkerchief for a few seconds before snatching it away and hastily wiping her face with it. "I've finished wiping, can you let me get up now?"

  "Thank you, I'm scared to death." She blushed and backed away, and I said: "If there's nothing else, just stay here."

  "But the church!"

  "Church? You forgot, the Bible itself acknowledges one thing, Caesar's belongs to Caesar, God's belongs to God..."

  "Help Frederick! Frederick is innocent! He voluntarily got caught for us!"

  First floor, the guards were guarding all the entrances and exits, someone took those noble ladies to a farther place to worship Jiangshan. The priests were divided into two groups waiting in two different rooms, that group of priests who fought with us were now trembling with fear in one corner, next to them was that brother who I had knocked against the wall until he was dizzy.

  His palm wound had been bandaged, and when we entered, he was being guarded by two guards, his legs tied to the chair legs, sitting on it with rolling eyes, looking restless.

  I closed the wooden door and walked over to that guy's side, pulled out his dagger and tapped it on the chair: "Have you thought it through?"

  He swallowed hard and spoke with a squeaky voice: "Yes, Your Highness."

  "So, tell me, how did you think to coerce Miss Jimski into becoming your woman through this matter?" I stood behind him, and the feeling of being stabbed in the back must have been unbearable.

  "No, Your Highness, you misunderstand! I only wanted to teach a lesson and intimidate that foolish woman! It's her! She's the one who should be punished! I happened to find out through members of their club that they wrote a book! You know what it says? That Satan prevented Jesus Christ... in fact, it's slandering you! The Satan in the book has all your characteristics, white robes, black hair, gray eyes! They're comparing you to Satan, this is an unforgivable sin!"

  "So just because the Satan in that book wears a white robe, has black hair and gray eyes, you flew into a rage? For me, go find your uncle, unite all the bishops of the diocese to come and seal it up? Arrest people?" I asked back.

  "Yes! That's right!!"

  I walked around to his right side and asked: "Sir, I think you didn't notice my second question at the beginning, do I need to repeat it?"

  "What... what was your second question?"

  I grabbed his intact right arm and stabbed the dagger into his palm, "Ah!" A long and loud scream immediately echoed in the room. Two guards rushed to hold him down as I pulled out the dagger.

  "Older brother, what's written on my forehead?" I asked Alexander as I turned back.

  "No." Alexander shook his head.

  I pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off the blood on the dagger, muttering to myself: "Then why did he deceive me?"

  "Or just give him a few more wounds, anyway the guards here are all proficient in first aid, he won't die."

  "Give you another chance." I crouched in front of the guy, my palm pressing down on the hilt of the dagger, the tip piercing his thigh through his pants, slowly tearing them apart. With just a bit more force, it would pierce his thigh. I was enjoying this, the terror that made his heart almost jump out of his throat. "Whose idea was it? Your idea?"

  "It wasn't me, it wasn't my idea! This wasn't my idea! Your Highness, I was just going to tidy up that woman and her lover, and happened to know they wrote a book that might be banned! I mentioned this to several friends I usually get along with, and it was him! He brought the whole plan to me the next day! Everything is his!!!"

  That man shouted loudly, with spittle almost splashing onto my face.....

  "What a disappointment, I initially thought you were talented, but it turns out that someone else is the one who can turn a small conspiracy into a beautiful landscape that delights the heart. And all you can do is flap your mouth." Disappointment, too much disappointment, I thought I had met a talented person and was thinking about whether it was possible to recruit him for my own use. Even if I couldn't recruit him, before killing him, I could have at least chatted with him about life and future ideals.

  "But, Your Highness, it's true that those noble ladies used this book to slander you! If it weren't true, how could it be such a coincidence? The Satan in the book uses your appearance, writes about your usual attire, and is even called 'The Victor'! Every time Satan appears in the book, he ends up failing. I think this is a prelude to their parents' rebellion! There must be some similar meaning behind this! Your Highness!!! I am your supporter! I am loyal to the Seo Fa No family!!!"