Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
“Where did this brat come from? I’m warning you, get out of my sight right now. I’m in a good mood today, so I won’t bother with you.”
Jin She pulled up his pants and turned around, his sinister gaze like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue, filled with killing intent.
Elena, who had been filled with hope upon hearing someone come to her rescue, felt despair return when she saw that the rescuers were only two Archmages.
These mages were so young. They looked like they had just graduated from magic academy and were traveling the continent as novice mages.
Undeniably, they were powerful. However, such mages generally lacked combat experience.
The stories of newly graduated mages being wiped out while trying to solo Goblin caves were well-known. Moreover, they were not facing simple-minded goblins.
They were facing nearly twenty bloodthirsty mercenaries.
Their numbers and rich combat experience were enough to bridge the gap between the two sides.
“Heh heh, you a group of Tier 2 and Tier 3 warriors. It would be a shame for you to die here. If you were captured to build castle walls or something, your efficiency would significantly increase.”
Scheming Frog chuckled coldly, unfazed by Jin She’s threat.
“Hah, kid, I don’t know where you get your courage from.”
The mage’s provocation had completely enraged Jin She.
His voice was low, his eyes sinister. With a “swish,” he drew the two daggers at his waist, gripping them in reverse.
“But, I declare, you die today!”
Assassins had always been a fatal threat to mages.
Jin She was extremely confident at this moment, as he could feel that the two Archmages before him were of similar strength to him.
Not to mention, he had a crowd of Tier 2 warrior lackeys.
Mages must be wealthy, right?
Jin She licked his lips, thinking it was his lucky day. Not only could he get the beauty, but he could also take down two mage cubs to expand his purse.
“Is that so? Why do I think it’s you who’s going to die today?”
An aged voice echoed from outside the alley.
A burly figure walked behind Scheming Frog. He carried a long sword, his entire body engulfed in crimson Qi, his gaze as cold as a ferocious old wolf.
It was Clemon, who had been acting with Scheming Frog all along.
“A… Sky Knight?!”
Jin She’s voice, distorted by extreme fear, suddenly shifted. His pitch rose, like a Loli being held by the throat against a wall, on the verge of suffocation.
As the leader of a Mercenary Group, Jin She was naturally a discerning individual. More importantly, he recognized this old knight. This person was a personal guard of the King of Winter!
However, shouldn’t this old knight be inside the Inner City of Most City?
Why had he come to the outer city, and even to this small alley with such precision?
Unfortunately, Jin She would never get his answer. The sharp sword energy sliced through his throat with a “hiss.”
A bloody afterimage, like a ghost, appeared. When Clemon stood in front of Scheming Frog again, he slowly sheathed his sword.
With a “click.”
Several red lights flashed in the pitch-black alley.
Blood spattered on the walls. All the mercenaries clutched their necks and fell into pools of blood.
Scheming Frog and Gou Fugui looked at each other and swallowed.
This old knight was getting stronger and stronger; they couldn’t even track his movements.
If there were any Players from Winter City here, they would have scoffed.
They were very familiar with this move of the old knight.
They experienced a weakened version of it in the dungeon every week.
Although they likely couldn’t defeat the old knight in reality, they could still track his movements, as there were certain patterns to them.
“Are you Elena?”
Scheming Frog walked up to Elena and, taking the mage robe from Gou Fugui, crouched down and covered her with it.
Gou Fugui: “…”
“I… I am Elena. Thank you for saving me. If it weren’t for you, I would have already…”
“No, you shouldn’t thank me,” Scheming Frog interrupted Elena.
“You should thank Uncle Clemon. I didn’t help you at all.”
He didn’t take the credit but introduced Clemon beside him.
However, compared to the aged and cold-faced old knight, Elena clearly felt more favorably towards Scheming Frog, who, despite his ordinary appearance, looked refined.
Still, out of politeness, she bowed to the old knight to express her gratitude.
“Miss Elena, we’re looking for your help with something today.”
Scheming Frog got straight to the point, without any preamble.
“Ah, you… please tell me. As long as I can help, I will do my best.”
Elena pulled the mage robe tighter around herself.
In the night, the cold wind blowing through the alley entered the robe, making her shiver.
Her dazed mind cleared up considerably.
“It’s like this. I want to invite you to perform in a play. This play will be staged after the conferral of a title ceremony the day after tomorrow. It will be a surprise for His Majesty the King and also a surprise for the Townsfolk of Most City. What do you think?”
“A play?”
Elena looked puzzled. This was the first time she had heard the word. Did it mean a storybook?
“That’s right, a play. You can understand it as expressing the content of a storybook, with people acting out the characters and stories from the book.”
Scheming Frog explained it in a way that NPCs in this game world could understand.
He really wanted to say “making a movie,” but he was afraid of being considered crazy.
“I think I understand what you mean.”
Elena’s eyes lit up. Presenting stories realistically to people—could there be anything more romantic than that?
As a girl, Elena had once imagined herself as the heroine in a storybook, embarking on a beautiful love story with a handsome knight.
However, she had never imagined acting out a story, and no one was willing to perform with her.
Therefore, Elena showed great interest in Scheming Frog’s invitation.
“If it’s for this matter, I’d be very willing to help you, but I fear I lack the talent for acting and won’t be able to perfectly present the story’s content.”
Scheming Frog smiled slightly upon hearing this. As long as Elena agreed, the rest would be much simpler.
In fact, in all of Most City, it might be impossible to find another girl whose temperament matched the requirements. That kind of pure yet alluring aura was not something an ordinary girl could possess.
“You just need to do as I say, and the effect will be explosive.”
“I’ve already prepared the script for you, including the male lead and various supporting roles.”
“May I ask, what kind of story will I be playing? And what is the name of the storybook?”
Elena had recovered from being held captive by the mercenaries, and all her interest was focused on the play, her expression full of excitement.
Scheming Frog paused at her question, a strange look on his face. He chuckled and said:
“The name of the storybook?”
“It’s called ‘Beauty and the Bloodhoof Warrior.'”
