I am on the Ark, a succubus, pure and innocent.

Bai Yue turned her head from Rosemary's chubby little leg and said calmly:

"The mobile city of Gorod, one of the oldest cities in Ursus, a city entirely ruled by the old nobility, and formerly protected by the Third Army."

"Although the Third Army has been almost completely dismantled by the Emperor, their private armed forces should not be underestimated, well... for ordinary people."

"However, the threat is not great. Even during the reign of the late emperor, this place was lukewarm and did not produce any famous people. Compared to fighting with bayonets, they prefer court politics, and poisoning and assassination are their main methods."

“In the past 50 years, 82 members of the aristocracy from other places have died suddenly in this city, all from the same cause: sudden illness.”

"Ah."

Lin Yuxia nodded: "That's mostly right, but it's important to note that intermarriage among these nobles is also very frequent. Today, every local noble here can be considered a relative."

"They're like rats, colluding together, and incredibly xenophobic. This trip is unlikely to be pleasant, so be prepared."

"Beware of their treacherous schemes and poisoned wine."

Bai Yue chuckled and said, "Just be careful and there won't be any problems. Don't give them any face, don't believe a word they say, don't drink a single drop of their wine, and don't be afraid of them turning on you."

"The city is my home ground. A bunch of insects can't turn the world upside down. The bells will toll for them."

He smiled confidently, a crown appearing on his head, and in his hand materialized a bone pen, writing a line in ancient Sarkaz: "The bell tolls for you." A chilling aura of death permeated the air from those words.

Lin Yuxia said helplessly, "Don't use your magic in the car, it's dangerous."

"Oh~"

Bai Yue turned off the engine, then used the end of the bone pen to poke and erase the line of text.

......

The convoy soon arrived at the city entrance.

Bai Yue got up from Rosemary's lap, leaned on the front seat, and looked at the welcoming crowd ahead, only to find that none of them were dressed in proper aristocratic attire, but were just butlers and servants.

"The person who came here is not a good person."

Bai Yue frowned: "Are the nobles here this blatant?"

Lin Yuxia frowned and said, "That shouldn't be the case. This Marquis of Groddo invited you here and he doesn't even have this much courtesy? At the very least, he should have arranged for a nobleman to be your waiter."

"Let's see. If they don't know any better, I'll make them learn."

Chapter 157 The Feast at Hongmen?

"Stop!"

It was unclear which nobleman's butler arrogantly stretched out his hand and shouted at the approaching caravan.

......

The convoy stopped, the scene froze, and apart from the faint sound of engines, there was no other noise.

“Jade, go and teach him what manners are.”

Bai Yue gave the command softly.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Emerald pushed open the car door with a cold expression, casually flicking her wrist to reveal the hilt of a cross-shaped sword called "Golden Scissors" hidden in her sleeve. The next second, a jet-black blade of light shot out from it.

She walked slowly toward the crowd and said coldly, "You have committed treason and overstepped your bounds before His Highness. May your blood atone for your sins."

The head steward was initially startled, instinctively glancing back at the city, but upon seeing the hidden red light flash several times, he immediately resumed his arrogant demeanor, even more so than before, straightening his back and sneering:

"Overstepping my bounds? Where? I didn't see that. Get out of the way. What are you doing, pretending to be so important with your weapons? We were specially sent by the Marquis to welcome Duke Ulrich. Do you think you have a second life if you delay the Marquis's time?!"

His attendants behind him also sneered continuously.

"..."

Emerald remained silent, her wrist slightly twisting the direction of the sword hilt. Her indigo eyes reflected all their movements. Then, she exerted force from her lower body and shot out like an arrow.

brush!brush!

The sharp blade of light instantly severed his arms, and the unique frost magic instantly froze his wounds, preventing a single drop of blood from spilling.

The butler felt a blur before his eyes, and then a burning pain shot through his shoulder. He looked down and saw that his sleeves were empty... no, not even his sleeves. Only blood-red ice remained, clinging firmly to his shoulder.

His eyes widened, and just as he was about to scream, Emerald, who had already 'dealt with' everyone else, drew her sword and gouged out his tongue, then sealed his mouth shut with ice.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

He was terrified and tried to wave his hand, but found that his hand had been severed. He tried to call for help, but found that all of his 'underlings' behind him had already died. Now he had nowhere to go.

Finally, when the jade sword was placed against his neck, his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees.

"Only torture can make a fool understand language."

Emerald recited Catherine's famous quote calmly, then looked down at the butler's terrified expression and said in an unquestionable tone:

“You usurper, you should have died like them, but if you go ahead and lead the way now, His Highness may show mercy to you, you poor wretch.”

"Woo!"

The butler nodded repeatedly, as if grasping at a straw, and shook his head to indicate that he was willing.

Jade, disregarding his current disabled status, pressed the blade forward slightly and said coldly:

"Then stand up and lead the way."

"Woo!"

The butler hurriedly got up, but because he had no hands, he fell awkwardly on the ground several times. He finally managed to stand up slowly on his knees, but he didn't dare to stop and immediately rushed forward to lead the way.

......

The convoy passed over corpses and dismembered limbs scattered on the ground.

Emerald returned to his driving duties and respectfully said, "Your Highness, I took it upon myself to cut off his hands and throat, and all the other accomplices were beheaded. If there is anything I have done wrong, please punish me."

"...No, it's nothing, they deserved it."

Bai Yue maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but inwardly she was already covering her face in embarrassment.

Oh my god, Emerald, you're really something! Is this how you teach them manners? Cutting off their hands would have been enough, did you really have to kill them all?!

But what's done is done, so what's the point of saying anything now?

They did it out of loyalty. If we punish them, wouldn't that hurt their morale? And if this happens again, will anyone still be willing to work hard?

After a brief brainstorming session, Bai Yue snapped out of it and gave the order: "Rosemary, prepare the spell, and be on guard against sneak attacks."

"Ah."

The various special iron blocks loaded in the convoy trembled slightly. Rosemary nodded: "We are ready and can meet the enemy at any time."

Bai Yue picked up the walkie-talkie again and ordered, "Froststar, prepare the Originium Altar. Don't be stingy with Originium. It's okay to use up all the Originium we got from those settlements."

"Yes, the Yeti Squad is ready, and the mobile altar can be activated at any time."

After issuing a series of orders, Bai Yue prepared for battle and resolved that if these nobles were truly blind, she would show them what she was capable of today.

Suddenly, he sensed someone watching him. Looking out the window, he saw a faint reflection emanating from the tall building—a telescope?

......

On the high-rise building, Marquis Grodde quickly took a step back, grabbed the observation port of his binoculars, and said with a grim face, "Dare to kill my men, and even enter the city armed, exuding arrogance, courting death!"

The young man serving him gritted his teeth and suggested, "Sir, should we use the army group's artillery to bombard them?"

Snapped!

Marquis Gorod turned around and slapped him hard across the face, angrily saying, "*Ursus curse*, little Robert, do you want me to assassinate an Imperial Grand Duke for your father's worthless life?"

"Do you know that by doing this, the city will be searched by the Imperial Guards the next day, and on the third day we will all be hanged on the city walls, and then the emperor can take back the city justifiably!"

"Useless! He's good for nothing and good for nothing. His whole family is useless. Guards, take him away. I think he's about to fall ill."

Robert cried out in despair, "Sir, I have always been loyal to you and have never betrayed you! Please spare me this time, for the sake of the fact that you watched me grow up!"

"Spare your mother!"

The Marquis of Grod spat, his face full of disdain: "Your mother is dead, what affection do I have for you? You idiot, you should just die already!"

...

Soon, a stout nobleman came running up, panting heavily, and said urgently, "Huff...huff, the Marquis...he, Duke Ulrich...he's broken in...what do we do now?"

The Marquis of Grod turned around calmly, swirling the red wine in his glass: "Oh, dear Powell, why panic? It's just a bunch of ignorant servants, and the Duke is a little temperamental. It's nothing serious."

"We'll apologize at the banquet later. I'm sure he won't hold it against us. After all, we still need to discuss cooperation, and it wouldn't be good to make things too tense."

Viscount Powell took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow, calming himself down somewhat.

"Phew, Marquis, you have a brilliant idea. So when should we go to the banquet, or should we leave him hanging for a few hours as planned?"

"..." The Marquis of Grod was speechless. What a pig-brain! With this duke's temper, if you leave him hanging for a few more hours, your fat body will be roasted!

"No, we'll go now. The Duke is a rare and distinguished guest in this city; we can't afford to neglect him."

"Also, get those clowns off the stage. The Duke has a bad temper and probably doesn't like that kind of performance. Don't make the scene too dirty; just treat it as a normal banquet."

"Yes, yes, I understand, Marquis. I guarantee I will carry out your orders!"

Chapter 158 Brother, I have a way here

The poor, armless butler, old Robert, collapsed in front of the banquet hall.

The convoy came to a slow stop.

The fully armed Yeti squad disembarked, and then Frostnova's white boots touched the ground, causing a layer of ice to freeze and spread rapidly to the surrounding streets.

Light snow began to fall from the sky.

Bai Yue also got out of the car. The hard soles of his short boots made a particularly crisp sound as they stepped on the icy, yet unfrozen, ground. A hazy rainbow bloomed from his pink eyes, and the surrounding space seemed illusory for a moment before returning to normal.

Behind the dreamlike curtain, a crown appeared on his head, and a bone pen materialized in his hand, which he calmly twirled.

Lin Yuxia got off the train and stood beside him, holding her staff and ready to strike, with fine sand, almost invisible to the naked eye, swirling around her.

Emerald and Amber stood guard beside the two, each wielding a lightsaber.

Rosemary, protected by the Yetis, raised her weapon and aimed it directly at the nobles standing at the entrance of the banquet hall.

...

Seeing their almost-fighting stance, Marquis Grod, who was waiting at the entrance of the banquet hall, couldn't help but darken his face. However, after comparing the strength of both sides, he held back.

Forget it, this Katarus warlock who can easily influence celestial phenomena is too overpowered.

If a real battle breaks out, even if we deploy the army's artillery, it's unlikely we can kill her in a short time. Since we can't kill her, our lives will be in danger.

After considering numerous possibilities, the Marquis of Grodde's expression shifted, but he ultimately adopted a cold, hard smile and stepped forward:

"Lord Ulrich, I apologize for not greeting you properly."

Bai Yue snorted coldly, completely ignoring his attempt to be friendly. She casually wrote a spell in the air with her bone pen, and with a 'pop,' an invisible repulsive force sent him sprawling face-first into the dirt.

After the road was cleared, he walked directly toward the crowd.

Like the parting of the sea, the nobles quickly moved aside, unwilling to clash with the enraged duke. The one who had been beaten hadn't even said a word; there was no need to rush into a head-on confrontation.

Marquis Gorod was initially shocked and furious. "What the hell? I got attacked on my own turf?" But when he saw Froststar approaching and the gleaming blade of her sword, his eyes cleared instantly.

He quickly stood up, chuckled awkwardly, and cursed inwardly: Damn it, why bring such a powerful sorcerer? Don't they trust me, a marquis, that much?!

After the scolding, there was a sigh.

Damn it! If it weren't for that hateful emperor who controlled the core of his old aristocratic families in the Third Army, how could this brat be allowed to act so arrogantly!

My Third Army Logistics Commander's sword was not without its sharpness!

Alas, what a pity.

such a pity...

Marquis Gorod brushed the ice off his clothes and quickly followed Bai Yue, continuing to argue, "Duke, it's all because the people below are ignorant and concealed the truth. I had no intention of being negligent! That's why I came as soon as I received the news."

I have absolutely no interest in your nonsense.

Bai Yue stopped and turned around, coldly saying, "I don't have time to beat around the bush with you. Just say it clearly, why did you invite me here? If you just want to annoy me, then congratulations, you've succeeded."

"In return, I will probably write a document to the Emperor and the Council, which says: the city of Grod is extremely prosperous under your rule and is fully capable of bearing more tax burdens. What do you think?"