Shut up, I don't want to have children with you anymore.

Arigato

Chapter 273: 81 Yo, I haven’t seen you grow up in years

The setting sun shone like gold on the emerald green lawn of Hisna Manor. Busy servants in the yard shuttled back and forth, making final preparations for the upcoming banquet.

Nacho stood on the corridor watching all this, playing with a silver coin in his hand.

On the silver coin is the emblem of the Empire's Dragon Slayers - a pair of dragon wings with two long swords crossed in an "X" shape in the middle.

In the imperial royal family, coins made of different materials represented different identities and statuses, as well as different powers held in hand.

From the bottom to the top, there are copper coins, silver coins, gold coins, and the unicorn crystal that represents being second only to one person and above ten thousand people.

It took Nacho Salaman nearly twenty years to turn the copper coins in his hands into the silver coins we have today.

Although it may seem neither high nor low on the surface, this is already a height in life that most people cannot reach.

Further up, there is the most chaotic vortex in the imperial power system. Those who hold gold coins are all shrewd politicians and ministers.

Nacho knows that he has not reached that level yet, and the greatest success is to guard his own piece of land and keep his head from moving.

Having come this far, the person Nacho wants to thank most is not the 'adult' who has promoted him all the way.

It was a 'ghost' - a ghost that had disappeared for twenty years.

Twenty years ago, Nacho witnessed the unprecedentedly fierce battle with his own eyes, and truly saw the dragon clan's fanatical obsession with revenge.

The man named Leon Casmode was incredibly strong. If Ravi had not died together with him in the end, life in the empire would never have been as comfortable as it is now.

Nacho will not be promoted afterwards.

At that time, Leon was a piece of fat meat in the eyes of the dignitaries in the royal family. As long as they could make achievements in anything related to Leon, promotion and wealth would be a sure thing.

So Nacho is very grateful to that guy. Without him, he would not have been able to climb to his current heights.

Of course--

Nacho looked at the silver coins in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He could only silently thank the monster that was so powerful that it didn't belong to this dimension.

It is no longer possible to thank you in person.

At this moment, a burly waiter quietly passed through Nacho's field of vision, holding a tray in his hand and his head surprisingly lowered.

Nacho's thoughts were interrupted by the other party's footsteps.

He turned his head to look at the tall waiter's back, his mind moved slightly, and he murmured, "Strange...I don't think I have seen this person before."

"Sir, the room is ready. Let's go and wait for them." Another man walked up to Nacho and said respectfully.

"Scott, have you seen the black-haired waiter?" Nacho asked.

Scott is Nacho's current deputy, helping him with some daily tasks.

When Nacho gets promoted again, Scott will be able to take his place.

Following Nacho's gaze, Scott narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully looked at the back of the black-haired waiter, then shook his head, "I haven't seen him before, he should be newly hired. The standards for waiters and servants in Hisna Manor are very strict, so don't worry, sir."

Nacho nodded and didn't pay any more attention to it.

The two walked through the corridor and headed for the most luxurious dining room in the Hisna Manor.

After sitting down, Nacho asked, "How long will it take for Gini and the others to arrive?"

"About twenty minutes." Scott replied.

"Well, go make another round to make sure everyone here is ours."

"Yes, my lord."

Nacho is a cautious person. He always arrives at the manor in advance for every welcoming banquet, arranges staff and sets up guard posts.

He likes the feeling of having everything in his own hands.

Twenty years ago, Nacho didn’t know what power was;

The disappearance of Casmode indirectly gave him a taste of power.

That feeling is like a poison that penetrates the bones. Once you get addicted to it, you can't stop.

Nacho sat at the dining table, his eyes slightly closed, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Sharp Knife Special Forces.

creak-

The door opened.

Then came the sound of slow, dull footsteps.

"Isn't it still half an hour before we arrive?"

Nacho didn't open his eyes, and there was a hint of displeasure in his tone.

He didn't like Scott getting the time wrong, nor did he like the fact that those three idiots had to arrive at the party early despite having arranged a date.

This will make him feel uneasy that he is losing control of his power.

However, in the face of Nacho's questioning, the other party did not respond.

He just quietly closed the door.

Nacho then slowly opened his eyes, "I'm asking you a question, Scott, you-"

When Nacho saw the black-haired man in the room, all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

The other person was wearing a waiter's uniform and holding a tray with a fork and knife on it.

But Nacho knew that with the opponent's strength, anything could become his weapon to kill, let alone a knife and fork.

At that moment, Nacho felt like he was dreaming.

Or maybe, damn it.

Fear exploded in Nacho's heart. He wanted to shout, but the pressure released by the man in front of him made Nacho speechless for a moment.

It's like a stone stuck in my throat.

His hands began to feel numb, and the feeling spread all the way to the soles of his feet.

Nacho slowly widened his eyes, his eyes were about to burst, and the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot.

Finally, Nacho said the other person's name:

"Leon...Casmode..."

His name is like the key that unlocks the invisible shackles on Nacho.

It seems that as long as I say it out loud, I will feel better.

Nacho's heart was pounding, but he tried to remain calm.

He quietly lowered one arm and squeezed his fingers hard with his nails under the table, trying to use the pain to keep himself calm.

Leon didn't seem surprised to see that Nacho still recognized him.

He walked forward slowly, pulled out a chair, sat down, and casually placed the plate with the knife in front of him.

Leon leaned back in his chair and looked lazily at Nacho across from him.

He said nothing, just looked at the other person.

Nacho didn't dare to look Leon in the eye, and he swallowed his saliva with all his strength.

Damn it, where are the sentries? Where are the patrols? Where are the personal attendants?!

How come none of these idiots reported anything? !

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the restaurant.

Scott pushed the door open, gasping for breath, and said in panic, "Oh no, sir! Our people were...killed... - Leon Casmode?!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Scott reacted quickly and turned around to call for help.

However, as soon as he turned around, he ran into two tall girls.

They put their hands in their pockets, nodded slightly, and looked kind.

Snapped--

Leon snapped his fingers and said, “What are you doing standing outside? Come in and sit down.”

Noa, who was outside the door, took a step forward, and a faint electric current suddenly flashed around her body.

Scott had no choice but to retreat awkwardly, walked into the house and sat down with Nacho.

Leon stared at Nacho expressionlessly, letting his uneasiness show.

After a short silence, Leon whispered, "I know you may be curious about why I am still alive, but I don't have time to explain it to you. Now, I want you to tell me where the Heart-Protecting Dragon Scales collected by the Empire are."

Leon's tone was calm, but it was mixed with an irresistible pressure, which made Nacho's inner fear reach its peak.

He opened his mouth, wanting to negotiate with Leon and delay the arrival of the sharp knife trio.

No matter whether Leon is as strong as he was back then, in front of the sharp knife trio, he is just a vulnerable ant.

and so--

Nacho was stunned. He stared at Leon's face and was surprised to find that this guy looked exactly the same as he did twenty years ago, with no signs of aging at all.

Could it be that... he also transplanted——

"Nacho, we are all old friends, why waste time here?"

Leon stood up and walked slowly behind Nacho and Scott.

pat-

He brought both hands down and slapped Nacho and Scott on the shoulders.

The heavy slap caused Deputy Scott to tremble all over.

Nacho still looked straight ahead, motionless.

"Well, in this case, I have no choice but to use some tough measures."

"Leon, you—"

With a knife strike, Nacho's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness instantly.

"My Lord, you are alright—"

"Oh, forgot about you."

Another knife-hand blow, and Scott and his master Nacho fell on the dining table together.

Leon carried the two men on his shoulders, one on each side.

Noa and Moon also walked into the room.

"The sharp knife trio is here, let's get out of here quickly."

"OK."

The father, daughter and his two companions walked quickly out of the dining room and went around to the back door of the Hisna Manor.

Orrola had already prepared the carriage, and after a few people got on, he whipped the horses and sped away.

Chapter 274: 82 Wait for me, Rossweisse

At midnight, in an abandoned wine cellar, Leon and his daughters were studying how to obtain intelligence.

Leon rubbed his wrist, with blood on his fist. "Torture is useless. If he can speak, he will speak after the first punch. If he doesn't speak, he won't speak even if you hit him again."

"Dad, is your punch comparable to a normal person's punch?"

Orrola seemed to realize something and said, "No, I want to go see if those two guys are dead or not."

Leon held his little daughter and said, "Don't worry, I'll control my strength. I've done interrogations before when I led troops in battle, but not often."

Noa raised an eyebrow. "During war, intelligence information should be very important, right? If you rarely interrogate prisoners of war, where does the intelligence come from?"

The old father spread his hands and said, "Just push forward all the way, what intelligence do you need?"

Noah rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"...Well, simple and crude, it fits my stereotype of my dad." Orrola concluded seriously.

"But we can't just push forward this time. We are outnumbered and there are too many unknowns. If we want to know the exact location of the heart-protecting dragon scales, we can only start with Nacho and these two guys." Noa said.