Surviving The Fourth Calamity

Chapter 1649 - 227: What a Ruthless Knife

Ruth looked up at the sky ahead... ’Cunlü’ was gracefully making a grand turn in the air.

The pea vine shook violently, yet this female priest showed no sign of unease.

She was like a true goddess, even when glancing at their platform, her eyes were filled with nothing but tranquility and calm.

The hem of her white skirt brushed past the front of the crowd, leaving only a faint fragrance... like freesia in the sunlight, enticing yet cool, giving one a start.

The men beside her were panting heavily, countless pairs of eyes filled with the desire to eliminate the ’Hard Wind’ standing among the flowers.

Ruth felt a bit surprised.

That undead knight, remarkably composed.

Surrounded by such malice, yet he could still smile gently, watching his lover somersaulting in the air with devoted eyes.

Occasionally, when the female priest turned back, leaned down, and lightly brushed his cheek with her hand, leaving a petal-like mark and a crisp laughter spinning away, he would still tenderly raise his longsword and perform a sword salute.

Ruth, though still loving Lucimar the most, couldn’t help but feel some turmoil inside... Why couldn’t her Lucimar love her so wholeheartedly?

She only felt a sadness that was hard to bear.

Then, hearing those men sighing that this was the grace of the first beauty, uncontrollable anger ignited within her: "What nonsense are you spouting?

She’s just on par with Luciella!

Ha~ What else can they do aside from attracting men’s attention?

Not even worth a strand of our lady’s hair!

Great Sage Ismael was unmoved even when Luciella almost pulled down her corset to tempt him!

Who doesn’t know that the Great Sage has always been unable to resist beauty?

He could manage that because he already has the most beautiful woman in this world!

If she dares, let this undead woman try seducing Great Sage Ismael!

Let’s see what she’ll do!"

"This... Miss Ruth." ’Hard Wind’ suddenly turned around and walked up to her, his dark golden cape rustling sharply in the wind, "We have no interest in your Danboro people’s matters.

But I absolutely cannot tolerate this slander against the person I love!

My beautiful wife, has never had any contact beyond limits with any man other than me, especially none of the men in your world.

Ha~

Our Cunlü, has seen the stars and seas, encountered all the giant dragons in the sky, how could she possibly look upon the crawling insects on the ground!

This time, I can forgive your unjustified jealousy and nonsense, but there won’t be a next time, understand?

We undead tribe, have never had the habit of being gentle with women.

In our world, there are no distinctions of gender, age, strength or weakness, only enemies!

Please leave!

We do not welcome people like you on our territory.

Remember, all areas of the Black Rose Family are off-limits to you!

That’s my word."

Ruth’s chest heaved violently, she couldn’t understand why just for speaking the truth, she would be humiliated like this... That undead woman, dressed like that in front of men, isn’t it just to seduce them!

Cunlü, who had noticed the conflict here, had already turned back... Of course, being always live-streamed, she didn’t need any recapping.

The female priest in flowing white, rested her long legs on the broad pea leaf, her flirtatious gaze slightly curving: "See your expression, do you think my dear’s words were unpleasant?

Are you cursing me in your heart?

Ha~ Your mind is filled with filth, so your eyes, heart, and mouth are full of shit.

Eyes only for men and one’s own little piece of land, fool!

I wear what I like, naturally, happily.

Why should I care what others think?

Forget it, there’s no point in discussing this with a woman like you... live with your rope as you may please!

Hope your lady will grow old together with Great Sage Ismael, and meet the World Master... As for beauty, she shouldn’t care, right?

By your logic, she only needs Great Sage Ismael to recognize her beauty, why care about public opinion?

Even if others find her ordinary, she shouldn’t be upset... why are you angry here?

Your anger...

Shut your mouth!"

Ruth’s words of retaliation were sealed in her mouth by a golden petal.

Cunlü coolly smiled: "I’m tired of listening to your flattery.

To us undying undead tribe, comparing beauty with mortals?

That is shameful.

Not to mention tempting mortals... Who has that qualification?

However, someone like you probably won’t get the love you want in this lifetime, right?

Heh~

By the way, do you dare to say it? After all, even confessing love courageously is a shame in your eyes!"

Lucy erupted in fury instantly, and a layer of deep gray light suddenly appeared in her hands.

"Lucy!"

However, Lucimar’s voice was like a splash of cold water over her head.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do?" Lucimar asked with a cold laugh, "Is this what you claimed was for my good?

What?

The Ismael Family hasn’t decided to become enemies with the Undead Tribe yet, and you want to start a war?

Is this what your lady taught you?"

That petal disappeared, and Lucy calmed down instantly: "Sorry, I, I... I acted impulsively... I just..."

She babbled incoherently for a moment, then suddenly covered her face and rushed towards the path down the mountain.

’Hard Wind’ put away his shield and spoke softly: "Heavenly Net, be polite to the guests.

At least for now, they are still guests."

Standing atop the boulder, with a splendid sword pointing directly at Lucimar, ’Universal Sky Net’ coldly surveyed the Danboro people’s varied expressions before slowly retracting the sword and sitting back in his place.

Lucimar bore no dissatisfaction... the Undead Tribe’s style has always been like this; they tolerate much, and not attacking directly already shows some restraint.

Moreover, regardless of their relationship, the Undead Tribe would never side with the Danboro people.

Just like ’Xi Manman’ and ’Susu’, the sword and hammer in their hands were clearly ready for battle... definitely not to help him.

If he really let Lucy go on rambling, even if the other side had plans, Lucimar felt an accident was likely... someone might act swiftly, directly finishing off Lucy, incidentally clearing him away as well.

The Undead Tribe usually follows Aesces’ rules, but not without sudden incidents... and the World Master obviously doesn’t fuss over small matters.

Lucimar knew well that his and Lucy’s lives would count as such small matters.

The Danboro Nobility soon began to depart one by one... though the drama was entertaining, they were more eager to discuss the news revealed in Lucy’s words back home.

Moreover, they didn’t wish to stay in a potentially dangerous place... the swordsman on the stone considered all Danboro people as enemies as soon as Lucy spoke.

Before pointing his sword at Lucimar, he had swept a sword wind at everyone’s feet.

Even if they had some connection with the Ismael Family, it was impossible to share trouble for a subordinate of theirs... not for Lucimar.

In mid-air, ’Lady Cunlü’ smiled slightly at Lucimar, eyes shining cheekily like stars: "Mr. Lucimar, it seems your pursuer has misidentified the enemy!"

"It’s none of my business either," ’Xi Manman’ nonchalantly said under the gaze of those mages, "Ah... It’s just chatting occasionally, doesn’t count as any relationship, right?

Hm?

Mr. Lucimar.

Don’t talk about such transient engagements, even if you have your eyes fixed on ’Lady Cunlü’, it’s unrelated to us?

Why is your Lucy so nervous?"

"Her... I always felt she wasn’t angry for my sake!" Lucimar’s expression turned peculiar, "Speaking of which, I never thought, in her mind, her lady would be so beautiful."

"How so?" ’Susu’ asked with a smile, "In your view, is your Ismael Household’s lady as beautiful as Lady Cunlü?"

"Ah... I’m already 70 years old~" Lucimar remarked with a face full of emotion, "My mother... compared to the eternally youthful Lady Cunlü?

No matter how well-maintained, no face can compare to ever-youthful beauty!

Besides, being a great-grandmother, why compare beauty with a young girl... Honestly, even if Luciella has some small flaws, there’s no need to belittle her!"

The Undead Tribe girls exchanged surprised looks... this guy was really ruthless!

While he was smart enough to spot some clues from the Undead Tribe’s words and Lucy’s somewhat inappropriate response, they had seen plenty of such wise ones over the years.

However, being able to decisively speak out these words directly... was commendable.

This is truly a dutiful son, instantly elevating his mother’s image to the level of an old granny.

Regardless of whether those mages hearing the conversation understood or not, anyway, their Undead Tribe’s worldwide broadcast had already spread these words everywhere.

That lady... if the Divinity of Love and Beauty really resided in her, she’d probably be spitting blood by now!

Whether love is in question or not, beauty... she probably wouldn’t be willing to bear the beauty of aging gracefully either?

Thinking of those Love and Beauty Goddesses in Toril, they all maintain cordial appearances for a Pool of Radiance that ensures eternal beauty and youthful appearance.

Let alone those still on the path to it.

Hill surveyed the crowd and suddenly burst into laughter.

Although Gaia might fail in inheriting the Greek Gods’ patricidal tradition, he could definitely turn to repaying his mother with a cut!

Absolutely cutting to the bone.