The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

At this point, the banquet had already reached its climax. Faro would go up and give a speech or something, and it would basically be over.

For some reason, he felt that the dinner was boring and uninteresting without Claire coming. Even the fact that she officially became an earl did not arouse his interest.

But at this moment, a familiar hoarse voice sounded behind Faro.

"Faro, long time no see."

Hearing the voice, his heart tightened and he quickly turned around to look.

When Faro saw the person in front of him, his heart skipped a beat.

It is Weide.

Not only was he alone, but there was also a group of people following him who were dressed completely differently from the people around them and clearly had bad intentions.

What shocked him was the look on Weed's face.

He should have been in his prime, but now he seemed to have aged a dozen years overnight. There were several knife-like wrinkles on his face, and his temples had turned from light gray to completely pale white.

Not only in appearance, but also his eyes, tone, and aura were completely different, like an old wolf in his twilight years.

It goes without saying how much of a blow it was to Will's dementia.

But Faro didn't dare relax at all.

Because in the eyes of this old fellow who was over fifty years old, there was a flash of boiling murderous intent, just like an old wolf that was separated from the pack would be more bloodthirsty and cruel, because he had already lost everything and had no scruples but to devour his mortal enemy to death.

Although his eyes were extremely calm, Faro could recognize that it was the calmness that only appeared after one had reached extreme madness.

Crazy yet restrained, furious yet calm, seemingly normal, but he must have lost his mind long ago.

"I am here to judge you."

Chapter 69: Give Up Fantasy

"He is the enemy! Kill him!"

Faro said this in a defiant manner, but his voice trembled at the end.

Hold......

When Mandel's fist hit him, Faro actually felt dizzy.

It was as if the blood flow to my brain was cut off and my eyes went dark for a moment.

At this moment, he felt that everything around him was extremely clear, the flow of time seemed to have slowed down, and his body was accepting the fact that he was dead.

——He was hit on the head by Mandel's punch and died on the spot.

Then Fantine drew her sword.

As his pounding heart slowed down, he heard Fantine's question.

His whole body was stiff.

Hold.....

Although Mandel seems like an arrogant villain, he is actually a true assassin, and all his skills exist for killing people.

The assassination punch concealed his breath and footsteps, and even the murderous intent was revealed after the punch, leaving Farrow no chance to defend himself.

In other words, if he had not hired Fantine, if Fantine was not present at all, then no one would have helped him block that punch just now.

At this time, his head had already been smashed into pieces like a watermelon by that deliberate punch.

**Oh shit.....

I was just one step away from death.

Half of his body was already in the underworld, but Fantine pulled him back.

But because of this terror, Faro's mind was extremely clear at the moment. It was not until now that he clearly realized:

What a dangerous environment I have found myself in.

The prince of the most powerful country in the world wants to kill him, and no force stands on his side.

The assassin sent by the second prince would not stand at the door of his house and knock politely, and then recite lines like the villains in comedy movies, pretending to be fierce but actually stupid, nor would he be as crazy as Will who didn't understand the situation and was killed by himself.

This group of people are not capable of resolving the crisis in a playful and joking manner.

This kind of thing simply doesn't happen.

They will just come to your door in a group.

Then, with the help of all sorts of supernatural powers like fighting spirit and magic, they killed themselves with one punch each like the fucking T800 Terminator.

Just like before.

They don't talk about legitimacy, and the royal family has no point in accusing themselves.

I am not a protagonist, I don't have any incredible luck, I am just a small fry who should have been destroyed long ago.

The reason why he had been able to live in peace and security during this period, with no one bothering him, was because he had been living under Claire's protection.

As soon as Claire left, this safe environment was instantly torn apart.

Faro moved his stiff throat and swallowed.

He felt a fantasy shattered somewhere in his heart.

But at the same time, Farlow's brain was working rapidly.

Mandel's punches were extremely fierce and swift, and could take his life in the blink of an eye.

I just followed Claire in swinging the sword for a few days.

He has just started to learn swordsmanship, and can at most fight a few moves with low-level demons or people like Will who have no close combat skills.

There is a huge gap between his strength and that of a scavenger like Mandel, who has decades of combat experience and is proficient in various assassination techniques.

In a one-on-one head-on duel, my chances of winning are slim.

If I were left alone, my best option would undoubtedly be to travel through the Abyssal Realm to save my life.

This terrifying gap in strength left Farrow with no choice.

You are not the protagonist, and if you lose your life accidentally, there will be no chance to start over.

An inexplicable fire welled up in my heart, and the handsome look of the young man disappeared.

He put away his smile, his face looked as if he was facing a great enemy, and his eyes were icy cold.

When Fantine heard Farot's order, she frowned in embarrassment.

"Actually I don't want to kill anyone..."

"He wanted to beat me to death just now." Falo was both angry and helpless. The protagonist Feng Aotian was still so naive.

"And I was just exaggerating. I didn't ask you to really beat him to death!"

The girl still looked embarrassed. "No... I don't care about his life, but if a night hunter kills someone who has nothing to do with the pollution, he will have to pay a large fine."

“I feel bad about the money.”

"And this person is very strong."

"From that attack just now, I can sense that his strength is probably level seven. He is not easy to deal with."

Faro's face was gloomy, and he slowly said:

"I'll add money."

"As long as you can repel him, I will give you another 100,000 riels."

"If you can capture him alive, I'll give you an extra 200,000 riels."

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"You are not allowed to regret it!"

Her agile body sank slightly, and Fantine concentrated her mind and calmed her spirit, and a fighting spirit like red lightning appeared around her.

Then, a powerful force like an overwhelming force suddenly erupted, and the holy sword in his hand shone with red light, making a sharp sword sound, like the roar of a thunder dragon.

The holy sword [Orfnigan] has already unlocked some of its power.

The wind pressure was so strong that everyone present had to cover their faces and step back, even Mandel was no exception.

Amid the crimson lightning, Fantine was ready to charge.

With both hands tightly grasping Orfnigang, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly rushed towards Mandel.

The latter is not to be outdone.

He once again gathered his fighting spirit to protect his body and leapt up violently.

In an instant, there was a loud bang, and the two attacks collided.

The powerful force caused the marble floor to crack into pieces, like a spider web.

Fantine's sword style is vigorous and she uses the most traditional and upright imperial swordsmanship, with each move being skillful and ingenious.

Mandel's fists were not at all inferior to cold weapons.

His fists were as sharp as water, and he neutralized the deadly sword force in the blink of an eye. At the same time, every punch he struck back was filled with murderous intent.

The two were evenly matched and were in a stalemate for a while.

But the second prince did not just send him alone to clean up the mess.

There was also a group of killers wearing black robes who had just hidden in the crowd.

They also reveal their prototype at this moment.

They walked out from behind the officials of the Inquisition, revealing the sharp blades at their waists.

Judging from the attire under the black robe, he seems to be a mercenary.

He was probably hired temporarily by Mandel. Fortunately, he was not a seventh-level strongman like him.

But Faro did not dare to be careless or underestimate the enemy.

With a thought, the ring on his hand flashed with brilliant light.

After the light faded, the Night Hunter's standard long sword and magic rifle were already in his hands.

Feeling the familiar touch, Faro couldn't help but lower his head to look at the exquisitely crafted rifle.

This is the rifle Claire gave him. The first one was destroyed after he defeated the alien demons, and the second one was also destroyed after he defeated Will. Now he only has this one in his hand.

If only Claire were here...

A thought flashed through Faro's mind.

When he came to his senses, he saw Dylan and Claudius standing in front of him.

Even Vera was leaning in that direction.

"Are you crazy?!"

Farrow looked puzzled and growled at them.

"Vera! Hide upstairs with Mia right now!"

Mandel and his men broke into the dinner party with weapons, and the guards outside the mansion did not come to reinforce them. It goes without saying that they had been eliminated.

Tonight is going to be a bad night!

"Dylan, Mr. Claude, you..."

Claudius interrupted him.

"My Lord Earl, we have just chosen to stand on your side. Now we are on the same side."

The Baron said in a deep voice.

"Instead of advising us not to participate, we should think about how to fight our way out!"

Chapter 68: Enemies, damn! Enemies, fight!

Lord Mandel was secretly known as the Second Prince's scavenger.