Chapter 383 Chapter 177 No use saying more
“Of course. Miss Shiel and I have an engagement. If I were to bully you with my falsely earned years… wouldn’t I be laughed at by everyone?”
Douglas’s red silk hair was blown by the wind as he looked at Ig and Shiel in front of him. A smile flashed in his raised crimson eyes, and he suddenly let out a hearty laugh:
“In that case, Miss Shiel, to deal with you and Young Master Ig, I promise not to use magic exceeding your level.”
“Douglas, are you telling the truth?”
Shiel’s eyes sparkled with joy as she took a step forward.
If Douglas truly suppressed his level to Platinum as he said, then she and her brother might have a chance. At least with her magic…
However, an arm blocked her path. The young girl couldn’t help but look up and call out in confusion, “Brother?”
“Shiel, I appreciate your kindness. However, this is my challenge to Douglas.”
Ig’s face held a smile. He looked up, his gaze fixed on Douglas opposite him. The red-haired youth’s eyes lit up with interest, and he responded with a gentle smile.
“But, Brother—”
Shiel’s heart tightened. She looked up, wanting to argue, but upon seeing Ig’s clear blue eyes, as calm as a lake, she suddenly froze, as if forgetting what she was about to say.
“Shiel, trust me… and, I’ve been waiting for this day.”
Ig stroked her hair, as smooth as silk, and smiled.
Shiel continued to gaze at him. The smile on the young man’s face gradually calmed the rebellious thoughts in her heart. She lowered her eyes slightly, “En. Brother… but, be careful.”
Ig tapped her little head, then raised his head with a smile.
As the slender girl with silver-blue long hair slowly walked away, Douglas’s smiling voice came,
“I must say, the bond between siblings is truly touching. If I weren’t in the role of the villain, I would really want to applaud you.”
The red-haired youth stepped past Yagmein, his hard leather boots landing on the ground under his magnificent robe. He looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, “I must say, Young Master Ig, Yagmein, Snogg, and Rense think too highly of you. Fortunately, I never had such thoughts.”
“Douglas, if you have something to say, spit it out quickly.”
The red-haired youth didn’t mind Ig’s presumptuous words. He looked at the young man and shook his head slightly.
“However, Young Master Ig, while your will is precious, the past ten years have been truly wasted. Although your aura is nearing its peak, you only broke through to Gold recently… If I’m not mistaken, Miss Phoenix helped you, right?”
Ig’s pupils contracted.
The red-haired youth’s smile remained unchanged:
“Unfortunately, even at the Gold realm, the distance between us is still too great. In that case, Young Master Ig, my earlier proposal to Miss Shiel is still valid – if my magic exceeds the Gold limit, then this duel will still be declared a victory for you, how about it?”
“The Gold realm… Hmph, Douglas, you are truly arrogant… or do you want to humiliate me with this?”
The red-haired youth’s face revealed a smile full of confidence, as dazzling as the sun, as if he controlled the entire situation. He shook his head.
“No, Young Master Ig. This is not my arrogance or my underestimation of you… It’s simply that Douglas respects every opponent.”
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Even though the sun in the sky was nearing twilight, its light did not diminish in the slightest. Due to Ig’s sudden challenge and Douglas’s arrival, the martial arts assessment, originally held for the Landislofen family, had evolved into a completely different battle.
No matter how unwilling Yagmein was, under the red-haired youth’s seemingly calm gaze, he had no choice but to grudgingly retreat.
As for Duke Cambell and Boon, powerful lords and Saint Rank existences, they seemed to maintain a tacit stance and did not intervene.
Ig’s hand touched the hilt of the sword “End.” The sunlight rendered on the metal blade seemed to tremble slightly with his emotions.
And in his sight, on the opposite side, stood a handsome youth dressed in crimson blood silk and black robes adorned with gold and crimson colors, appearing even more luxurious under the sun. He stood not far from him, his face still holding a pleasant smile.
The color in Ig’s pupils deepened.
Although Douglas’s words before were righteous and gentlemanly, how could Ig believe him?
But it was perfect… the opponent himself claimed to be at the Gold realm, so he only needed to defeat this person!
Douglas picked up his sword.
It was an extremely luxurious sword. Red wax was applied to the outside of the scabbard, and the hilt, made of red gold threads and mithril镂空, was an exquisite piece of craftsmanship, inlaid with incredibly expensive magic crystal gems. However, it couldn’t steal even a shred of the youth’s radiance.
Just a slight lift of Douglas’s head caused many young girls smitten with him to exclaim.
Even their male companions had to admit that Douglas, who held the high position of provincial governor at such a young age and was outstanding in martial strength, appearance, and family background, was not someone they could compare to.
No one could deny the dazzling light radiating from the youth, as if he were the sole protagonist on the entire stage.
Suddenly, a black shadow entered this radiant arena. The sword in its hand also appeared dim and ancient, difficult to describe with any luxurious words, just like the person himself.
“Young Master Ig.”
Douglas suddenly spoke, smiling, “I can feel the resentment you hold in your heart towards me. But I believe I have never offended you, Young Master Ig?”
“Douglas, are you trying to point out your jealousy?! Don’t assume everyone is like you, a hypocrite with a pious appearance!”
“Oh?”
“Douglas, don’t think that your instructions to Blade and the others back then went unnoticed. I remember clearly what you did to Sister Chrisis!”
Ig drew his sword, his aura not falling in the slightest, “Also, why do you need to pretend to be so magnanimous? Six months ago, at the border of Blurandenburg, why did you send those three mercenaries to kill me?”
“Oh. Was it the Miss Maid who was by Young Master Ig’s side back then?”
Douglas thought for a long moment, seemingly recalling. He shook his head:
“Young Master Ig, you have mistaken me. Knowing she was your maid, how could I have overstepped myself to offend her? As for what Young Master Ig mentioned about the border of Blurandenburg…”
The red-haired youth paused for a moment, then raised his head and laughed,
“Indeed, afterwards I heard that Snord had arranged this assassination attempt on you… but please, Young Master Ig, ask yourself, why would I need to use such methods to deal with you?”
Douglas’s voice remained forthright and upright, but Ig’s grip on his sword tightened.
At this moment, Douglas’s contempt towards him was ten times greater than before.
Ig withdrew his sword, his footsteps striking the ground. The ancient blade was bathed in the sun’s radiance, bursting forth with a sharp edge like his emotions.
“Douglas, there’s no use saying more.”
