Black Hearted Mage

Chapter 117: Revenge Journey 3

At dusk, the sun gradually sets, dyeing the sky an orange-red. The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the earth like a golden veil, casting a dreamy and warm color on the whole world.

In this beautiful afterglow, Caesars, dressed in an old noble robe, walked slowly with elegant steps following Rad. The robe should have been gorgeous, but now it looked a little worn, especially the sleeves, which even showed signs of wear and tear.

Rad couldn't help but turn his head to look at Caesar beside him. His eyes fell on his washed and faded clothes. He frowned and said, "Caesar, your noble robe is really too shabby. Look at how worn out the sleeves are!"

However, facing Rad's doubts and surprise, Caesars only smiled slightly, his eyes revealing a mysterious glint. He replied softly, "Rad, don't underestimate this shabby robe. This is exactly the effect I want. From now on, just wait and see a wonderful show!"

After saying this, Caesars continued to walk forward calmly with a smile on his face. He had already made plans in his mind, and had anticipated the people and events he would encounter at the banquet, and he firmly believed that everything would develop in the direction he expected.

In this way, the two of them walked side by side, and it took less than five minutes to reach their destination - Earl Ronald's Mansion.

The mansion stands proudly before your eyes like a magnificent garden castle. It is also built of hard sandstone, making the entire castle look tall and solid.

When they reached the tall, imposing gate, Rad paused, pulled out an exquisite invitation, and presented it to the guards standing guard. Although the guards weren't deliberately trying to harass them, their eyes still held a clear hint of disdain. The perceptive Caesars naturally wouldn't miss this detail, silently observing the situation around him. Clearly, these guards dared to so brazenly display their disdain for the nobles, presumably with the tacit approval or authorization of Count Leonard himself. Thinking of this, Caesars's smile grew even more profound...

There were no carriages in the castle gardens; the guests' carriages were parked outside the castle walls.

Passing through the rather elegant garden, Caesars followed Rad to the castle gate. The three stewards of the Earl's residence were there to greet the guests, their expressions changing depending on the identity of the visitor. If the visitor was an important noble, they would greet them with a smile.

As Rad and Caesars slowly approached the castle, they saw three stewards already standing in front of the door. They stared at the newcomers with expressionless faces, like three lifeless masks. The third steward, with his pointed chin and monkey cheeks, was especially indifferent, making it difficult to glimpse his inner thoughts.

Caesars secretly rejoiced, for he had always worried that the Third Steward would discover his true identity. After all, there had been an unpleasant past—back then, when the Third Steward, Luo Luo, had been severely punished by Caesars for guarding the magic crystal mine.

Speaking of this third steward, he enjoyed the deep trust of Count Ronald. Despite his previous missteps in the mines, he hadn't received severe punishment. Even more astonishingly, he had once had a piece of iron inserted into his chest, yet he was still able to move about energetically. One wondered what tenacious vitality was sustaining him.

At this moment, Caesar's gaze fell on Rollo again. He was dressed in a magnificent butler's robe, but it looked oddly out of place on his frail frame. The robe hung loosely on him, swaying gently in the breeze. From a distance, he looked like a skinny monkey in human clothing, a truly ridiculous sight.

Guests milled about the Earl's mansion's spacious and luxurious living room, chatting and laughing. A considerable number of guests had already arrived, making the entire space seem incredibly lively. As Rad entered the living room, he quickly scanned the area and spotted several familiar faces. These were minor nobles from Violet City, with whom he had frequent interactions.

"Caesar, I'll go over there and talk to them!" Rad said to Caesar beside him with a smile.

"Okay, Rad, feel free to do whatever you want!" Caesars waved at Rad with a smile, indicating that he could do as he pleased. Then, Caesars's eyes began to wander, as if searching for someone in particular. Finally, a fat figure with a cane and a staggering gait came into his sight.

The man, clad in a magnificent silk robe richly embroidered with elaborate patterns, stood out under the bright light. Caesars recognized him instantly: the very man he had come to observe—Viscount Bruce. He quietly followed Bruce, thinking to himself: If I wanted to successfully defeat this enemy, I first had to gain a deeper understanding of him.

Bruce's face was beaming as he trudged in a certain direction. Caesars followed his path and saw a kindly-looking old nobleman standing nearby. He wore a dark green robe, beautifully tailored and finely crafted, a testament to his high status. Judging by all the signs, Caesars was certain the man before him was Leonard.

Beside the old noble stood a graceful and charming woman. She appeared to be in her early thirties, in the prime of her life. Her low-cut dress perfectly framed her enviable figure, showcasing her curvaceous curves. Her skin was as white as snow, translucent as white jade. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, gently brushing against her delicate, fair neck. But most striking of all were her watery eyes, gleaming like stars in the night sky, radiating a captivating brilliance that captivated everyone.

At that moment, Viscount Bruce's gaze was drawn to the beautiful young woman's chest, as if drawn by a magnet. As if there were some rare treasure there, he completely ignored Earl Ronald. His eyes were fiery and greedy, revealing his inner desire and longing without any concealment.

Count Ronald, on the other hand, looked very old, the traces of time ruthlessly carved into his face, making his original face wrinkled and sagging. Faced with such a beautiful young wife, he was already unable to cope with it and could only sigh secretly that his youth had passed.

"Bruce, your legs and feet are not very convenient. It's better for you to go out less. What if you accidentally get hurt again?" Earl Leonard's voice was full of concern, but his eyes revealed disgust for his son-in-law.

Viscount Bruce didn't seem to take these words to heart. He responded anxiously, "Father-in-law, this is an emergency! For some unknown reason, all the hounds that guard our house have mysteriously died today, and even the two hound pups are nowhere to be found. It seems that the magician has visited our Violet City again, and he is currently at the Bano family. Therefore, I implore my mother-in-law to send her men to investigate and help uncover the truth."

"Bruce, are you scared now? You offended a magician, but you didn't even offer a single gold coin, not even an apology. You're lucky he didn't kill you outright!"

Cassi looked at Bruce with disgust. Everyone said that Leonard was stingy, but his son-in-law was no less stingy than him.

Bruce took two steps forward and came to Kasqi's side, almost sticking to her, with a flattering smile on his fat face.

The corners of Caesar's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible sly smile. He then turned lightly. He silently gathered his magic, and instantly, an invisible mage's hand appeared out of thin air. Surprisingly, this mage's hand was slightly fat and a bit small.

At this moment, the chubby mage's hand shot out as fast as lightning, aiming directly at Kashiqi's plump, perky, and eye-catching buttocks. In the blink of an eye, it gently pinched that soft spot.

A crisp "slap" sound suddenly rang out. A white, delicate little hand slapped Bruce's fat face with lightning speed, making a crisp and loud slapping sound. The slap contained tremendous power, directly knocking Bruce's fat body backwards and knocking him unconscious.

The entire living room suddenly fell into a deathly silence, the previous clamor and bustle completely suppressed as if by this slap in the face. Everyone stared at the scene before them in amazement, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Kashiki's face flushed with rage, her beautiful eyes burning with anger as she stared intently at Bruce, who lay on the ground. She gritted her teeth, squeezing out an uncontrollable curse: "Damn you, Bruce! You shameless bastard, how dare you lay hands on me! Someone, drag this bastard out here and break his arms and legs!"

Following Kaschi's furious roar, several burly, menacing guards burst into the living room like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey. They moved swiftly, their movements a testament to their exceptional training. The two leading guards were exceptionally skilled warriors. They effortlessly grabbed Caesar's arm and dragged him toward the door, like a chicken.

"Madam, please calm down..."

Seeing this, Earl Ronald hurriedly tried to persuade them softly. After all, there were many guests at home today. If Bruce were to be severely punished in public, it would be disgraceful to the family. So, he hoped to make a big deal out of a small matter and avoid further escalation of the incident.

However, Caschi, in her rage, refused to listen to any advice. She whipped around, glared fiercely at Count Leonard, and shouted, "Shut up! No one is going to plead for this filthy bastard today!"

Kashiqi shouted angrily, her tone filled with an undeniable majesty. Earl Leonard actually shut up obediently, which was truly shocking.

Caesars, the instigator, was a little surprised. This Countess was actually a great warrior, and her strength should be only slightly inferior to Liv's. No wonder she could slap a 300-pound fat man away with just one slap.

"what……"

Screams were heard outside the castle. It was obvious that Bruce's limbs were broken. Caesars now felt that he had underestimated the Countess. Although she was just a woman, she was decisive and ruthless.

Caesars slowly walked towards Rad, who was shaking his wine glass gently and chatting animatedly with several minor nobles, as if what had just happened had not happened.

"Kaisas, let me introduce you. These three are the fathers of several of my students. They and I used to be at Violet Academy!"

Rad turned around and looked at the puzzled little nobles and said, "What are you three looking at? Caesars is not a shabby, impoverished noble. He has more wealth than we can match combined!"

At this moment, an elderly noble slowly approached, his head held high, as if looking down upon everyone, his wrinkled face filled with contempt and disdain.

"Look at you poor bunch of guys, wearing rags and ragged clothes, yet you still have the nerve to brag and flatter each other here. You really bring shame to our aristocratic alliance!" said the old nobleman in an extremely arrogant tone.

Hearing this, Caesars was not afraid at all and asked Rad beside him in front of the old noble: "Rad, who is this pretentious old guy?"

Rad quickly lowered his voice and replied: "Caesars, he is Count Basten!"

However, Caesars deliberately raised his voice and responded, "Oh, so he's a small country noble from the south. He only holds the title of Earl. Anyone who doesn't know him would probably mistake him for a powerful Grand Duke!"

You know, in the aristocratic circles of the Roland Empire, the three words "Grand Duke" are like an extremely sharp blade that can easily pierce the hearts of those pretentious small nobles; and "country noble" is like a loud slap in the face. It has always been an exclusive term used by the nobles of the Roland Empire to insult the Aristocratic Alliance.

As expected, these words instantly ignited the old nobleman's anger. His face flushed red, even his beard trembled, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "You despicable brat, how dare you defy this earl in such a way!"

Facing the angry old noble, Caesars showed no sign of backing down. Instead, he sneered and challenged him, "Hmph, so what if I look down on you? Are you, old fellow, planning a life-or-death duel with me?"

Hearing about the duel, Count Basten laughed. In his eyes, Caesars was seeking death. He had several powerful guards who could fight on his behalf.