Chapter 83: Normans, the Time Has Come

The Tuscan knights, who had long been lingering outside the city, could hardly wait any longer. The moment the city gates swung open, Rossi, under Leo’s orders, spurred his horse toward the entrance. All the warhorses galloped at full speed, giving no thought to the possibility of a second charge.

Opportunities on the battlefield vanish in an instant.

Leo was not one to hesitate or waver; he knew that if he seized this chance, there would be no need for a second assault.

That unremarkable-looking man, enraged after Kidd mocked the red-haired man's severed arm, tore off Kidd’s left arm in a fit of fury.

Every day, Sun Zhaoyuan would return home to find Yu Yinqiao already asleep. He would then lay a bedroll beside hers: firstly, so as not to disturb her rest, and secondly, to be able to tend to her during the night.

As a nobleman, when had he ever been threatened at gunpoint? Now, facing that dark muzzle, he felt a surge of panic.

This was his predicament: if he could not endure and lashed out physically, he would lose his job.

Behind Lola, a door slowly swung open. Without turning his head, Becky spoke. Confronted by a monster so vastly superior in strength, he had no confidence in protecting anyone.

When Zhao Zile, the chief of the Justice Court, saw this solution, he recognized that it circumvented the legal prohibition against leasing mineral resources to private magnates, and thus he no longer opposed the matter.

It seemed Han Nuo had many choices—he could go north, south, east, or west—but there was only one optimal path. Judging from his current position, heading due east or due west was ideal. And to the east lay the continent where the kingdom resided; perhaps members of the Haoran League still patrolled the coastline.

Even with "Mr. Zhou" supporting him, men like the Nightmare Candle King had emerged. If he had to rely on himself alone, what could he do? What options did he have?

Time slipped by, minute by minute, and the authorities gave no word. From night into day, Mu Sheng simply sat on the stone bench atop the mountain, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Though much stronger than ordinary sea kings, it was all too aware that, in the eyes of those three sovereigns, it was still nothing more than a slightly superior pawn.

Yet Liu Minsheng was not a reckless man. Earlier, he had only flashed the weapon at Hou Zhenzhu; the others had not seen it.

Po Yan wanted to destroy the Malediction Pearl completely, but as pain shot through his arm, the pearl flew from his grasp.

Mu Yunqing closed her eyes, sitting face-to-face with Di Jiuyin. An endless stream of divine power flowed into her body through the Genesis Bracelet. At this period, so much closer to chaos, the divine power was richer, making cultivation far more effective.

Only then did he recall that this lesson was a political science class for first-year students—and just happened to be Lan Fei’s class. Now, he would finally understand what it felt like to be in Teacher Huang Yan’s position.

Xu Jinxing nodded excitedly at the suggestion. He picked up the knife again, gesturing with it—if Fu Zining made any more trouble, he would show no mercy.

Bai Fengjiao lay flat on her back, reluctant yet unable to refuse, while the third prince maintained his advances, taking liberties with her as he pleased. The room was utterly silent, save for the sound of their breathing—the atmosphere was unexpectedly harmonious.

During this time, Song Weiyi spotted ginger in the kitchen. She secretly took a bottle of cola from the fridge and brewed herself a ginger-cola tea to ward off the cold.

Luo Yunxi stared steadily at him. From the very start to now, every obsession he harbored was because of her—because he cared too much about her feelings, cared too much about what she thought.

Her large eyes glanced once more at her reflection in the mirror—not out of vanity, but because she truly was breathtakingly beautiful. She wondered what sort of reaction Brother Ye would have if he saw her dressed like this.

As he listened to Princess Zara, Anthony struggled with the knowledge that Fermo was alive, yet he could not tell her. The pain of being forbidden to visit Fermo gnawed at him even more than the secret he bore.

Su Nan felt as if his heart were lodged in his throat. He swallowed hard, slowly pulled his car over beside the red bricks and green tiles, and nervously opened the door to step outside.