Volume 1: Entering the Mortal World Chapter 16: A Night of High Winds and Murder

  Under the hazy night sky, I was sprinting across the fields at high speed, each step covering a distance of over 10 meters. The headwind blowing towards me sent my hair flying back to the nape of my neck. Trees along the road were rapidly receding behind me, and from time to time, startled birds would take flight from their perches in the trees, soaring into the sky.

  At night, a mysterious black veil was cast over the fields, making them look exceptionally quiet and beautiful. However, I didn't have the mood to appreciate these scenes. Now, I'm going to go settle that scoundrel from the Trevitz family, lest he returns and causes more trouble. From his daring to hire bandits to attack us, it's clear he'll stop at nothing and may do even worse things.

  Before long, the carriage with the crest of the Twitz family appeared before my eyes. Compared to my superhuman explosive power, the speed of the two horses pulling the carriage was really slow.

  Judging the speed, in a place far enough away from Lievman's house, I started my action. Avoiding several stones on the ground, I came to the side of the horse-drawn carriage and drove alongside it. At this time, Peter was muttering to himself inside the carriage. I curiously listened for a moment, almost bursting with anger. This shameless guy had already fantasized about capturing and executing me and Lievman, and then abducting Freya and Celine to indulge in all sorts of lewdness. He even made disgusting, lustful laughter from time to time as he spoke the most obscene language.

  This is what you get for asking for it, don't blame me. I kicked the carriage's chassis with all my might, and the massive force sent the entire carriage flying, horses and all, soaring through the air for a considerable distance before crashing to the ground with a loud thud. The tremendous impact sent the shattered carriage rolling forward for a while before finally coming to a stop.

  The dust that had been stirred up gradually dispersed, and there was nothing left on the ground that could be called a carriage. I walked along the fragments scattered all over the ground and found the despicable noble in what was left of the carriage, which had been deformed by the impact. His body was hanging from the window of the carriage, his head twisted unnaturally to one side, his neck already broken in the crash, and he was dead.

  The charioteer's body was also found under a pile of wooden fragments, he was at the front of the carriage when it fell, his fate is truly pitiful, I feel sorry for him, who told him to follow the wrong master, he deserved to be unlucky.

  But what I couldn't bear the most were those two robust and fine horses, as innocent animals they originally were, unfortunately now also got involved, never to be able to continue galloping freely again. May your souls rest in peace, next life don't become domesticated animals that are driven by people again.

  In the distance, a burst of hoofbeats interrupted my prayer, and a figure darted into the darkness of the forest.

  Soon, a team of William Duke's cavalry arrived at the scene, and suddenly a burst of horseshoes sounded, and the knights stopped their horses. Looking at the tragic scene in front of them, they were all sad for the passengers, and the damage was so severe that it was unknown how it happened. Suddenly, when a cavalryman turned over the wooden debris, he found a battle-axe emblem, which represented the Tewitz family who controlled the Wieden army's power. For a moment, unease spread among the knights. A noble of the Tewitz family actually died in his own patrol area, and if not handled properly, they might all be held responsible and hanged by those angry nobles.

  The leader of the cavalry squad was somewhat experienced and quickly calmed down, using a calm tone to comfort his companions: "Don't worry, from the situation on the scene, it's just that the horse pulling the carriage went mad and caused the carriage to overturn. Unfortunately, the nobleman and the coachman also died in this terrible accident, so there's no need to worry at all. We just need to report the situation properly and don't have to care about anything else."

  His words were effective, and the cavalrymen quieted down, listening to his arrangements. Two men cleared the war horses, and Peter's and the coachman's bodies were carried up, to be taken back for the lord to see. This murder case was finally concluded unexpectedly, and I couldn't help but laugh secretly as I watched them. I didn't expect this matter to be resolved like this. If they had examined it carefully, they would have found some clues, but their fear of taking responsibility made them miss the opportunity to discover suspicious points.

  Having solved a major problem, I'm in high spirits and even the return journey seems especially beautiful. Looking around and seeing no one, I'll just show off a bit. In the past when I ran, I always had to control my strength to avoid using too much force and flying out, now I'll try testing my bounce.

  I summoned all my strength in my right leg, and at the moment my foot touched the ground, I suddenly exerted force to kick the ground. The spot where my foot landed instantly produced a ring-shaped shockwave, which bounced away the surrounding mud. My body followed this kick and flew up from the ground in an instant, losing balance made me, who was used to standing on the ground, feel a burst of panic, and for a moment I became flustered.

  "Waaaah!" After hovering in the air for a while, my body fell to the ground with an extremely ungraceful posture. Thud, I only felt a severe impact before I started rolling on the ground, and for a moment, mud flew everywhere, until I was covered from head to toe, fortunately, my sturdy body didn't get hurt.

  I patted the dust off my body, and this failure didn't make me give up. Although it was just a moment, I had already felt the joy of flying freely in the air. I immediately started trying again for the second and third time, although each time I fell flat on my back, but I gradually grasped the trick: when in mid-air, never wave your arms or legs wildly, as this would shift your center of gravity; instead, maintain a running posture, and when landing, use the other foot to push off the ground, so that you can borrow the momentum from the previous jump to continue flying into the air.

  After numerous failures, I can now freely suspend myself in the air. After mastering the key to balance, my good motor nerves allow me to perform various movements in the air without losing balance. And with one jump, I can cover a distance of nearly two hundred meters, much faster than running on the ground. I think I've understood the thrill of birds flying in the air, because I'm also flying.

  Bird's eye view of the earth, everything on the ground becomes very small, and the surrounding environment is at a glance. The fields in the air look like small squares, and the houses become like models. Huh? Isn't that Lievman's house? I seem to have jumped over it.

  A few people in the manor were anxiously waiting for news, with a mix of anticipation and unease that made Liefman's time drag on. His restless eyes darted back and forth, revealing the rapid thoughts racing through his mind. Suddenly, a dull thud like something heavy hitting the ground echoed from outside the door. They hastily opened it to look out, only to see the previously flat ground in front of the house now covered in dust, with an indentation as if something heavy had crashed into it. And there I stood, waving at them from the center of the depression.

  It's clear that my way of greeting was a bit too sudden, and Lifman and the others stared blankly at the spot where I landed for half a day without making a sound. It seems that next time I should choose a method with less fanfare.

  "Oh, Vitya, what have you been up to?" One evening, Lifman kept asking me, seemingly hoping I'd do something about that Baron Peter, but I deliberately let him stew, smiling mysteriously and not answering. Isn't it said that only a late meal can make a hungry person feel the greatest pleasure?

  After settling in for the night, Xierena asked me in my arms: "Did you really catch up with that little clown today? Did you teach him a lesson or kill him?"

  Really, am I just a person who fights and kills in her eyes? Although it's true. After all, with the powerful strength bestowed upon me, ordinary people are all weak under my absolute martial power. If I give up this most advantageous advantage and foolishly compete with others in wisdom and cunning, then I would be stupid beyond measure. So I'm more inclined to use force to get things done.

  "Hmm, baby, I helped that old fool Lievman out of a huge jam today. I reckon he'll be crying tears of gratitude tomorrow."

  "So what did you do to him, huh? That guy would be better off dead, you don't know how he looked at me in the living room today, it was as if he wanted to swallow me whole, disgusting. You're the one who should talk, what happened to him?" Xilina chattered on, her naked body wriggling in my arms, stimulating me to raise my gun and prepare to fire.

  "Alright, alright, I've taken care of him, now you can rest assured! I'm here!" Under the extreme temptation of this stunning beauty, I could no longer care about keeping secrets or not. I aimed at her warm and moist passage and thrust in fiercely, vigorously moving my waist. Xilina's enchanting moans instantly echoed through the bedroom.

  Bang!

  "Hurrah! Hurrah! What great news! Baron Peter was overturned in his carriage and killed last night! Ha ha, we are saved! We are saved!" Early this morning, Lifman, who was already excited to the point of madness, burst into my room, shouting loudly and waking up both me and Celine. Fortunately, Celine had wrapped herself entirely in the bedclothes, or I would have been in for it.

  Looking at the damaged door frame, I silently pointed outside, and the sharp killing intent in my eyes made Lievman, who was excited, suddenly sober up as if he had been poured a basin of cold water on his head. He hastily retreated. It's true that doing something for him last night was a waste of effort, but no one could sleep well, anyone would want to kill someone.

  It was almost noon when we finally woke up and went downstairs. In the hall, the Lifman family had been waiting for a long time, and a table full of delicious food made me feel even hungrier.

  "Cheers!" Lefman, restored to his usual form at the dinner table, rattled off a string of witty remarks that made several ladies giggle and smile, though he didn't mention the car accident again. As clever as he was, how could he not understand why I had followed Baron Peter out last night? Killing nobles is a serious crime; the wisest course of action would be to keep quiet and avoid trouble from loose talk.

  After eating and drinking enough, Lifman and I came to one of his study rooms alone. As soon as the door was closed, before I could say anything, he tightly grasped my hand, with tears in his eyes, thanking me: "Thank you, thank you my friend, it's you who saved our family, I will be forever grateful for your kindness to us."

  I don't know what you would feel like when a big man holds your hand with tears in his eyes. I just felt a chill run down my spine, but not because of a beauty, why are you holding my hand, if you don't let go, I won't be polite anymore.

  I pulled out the hand that had been grasped by his chubby paws and wiped it on my back a few times. I pretended to be surprised and said, "Thanks for what? I don't know anything. Oh yeah, wasn't there some stupid baron who died in a carriage accident? We should be mourning for this poor unlucky guy instead."

  "Right, we should mourn, mourn." Lifman immediately put on a sorrowful expression with ease, but somehow it looked like he was stifling a laugh.

  "Hahaha", we finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing loudly, our uninhibited laughter left Serena and the others in the living room bewildered, feeling like the two men inside had gone crazy.

  After laughing for a long time, we gradually calmed down. Sitting on the soft sofa cushion, I asked Lievman about what I was most concerned about now: "Lievman, how long will it take us to start our get-rich plan?"

  "Apparently, Liefman had already given it some thought and said calmly, 'First, we need to prepare the tools for transportation. Those creatures you mentioned are too terrifying, so we'll have to make some large iron cages specially, which will take about a week. As for hiring people, that's easy - just go to the Mercenary Guild and you can find people to hire. You've also met the people from the Gale Mercenary Team, right? I often work with them, and this time we can ask for their help too. Then we can set off. However, this time I must bring my wife along, or else some baron will come and harass her again.'"

  "Lifeman, since we're about to enter Mosan again, I think there are some things you should know first." After thinking for a moment, I decided to tell him the truth, otherwise it would be easy to get into trouble. "I'm the palace assassin wanted by Mosan."

  "What?" He had heard rumors about this matter, but he never expected that his companion was actually the wanted criminal of the Mosan Kingdom. However, my next sentence made his brain stop working.

  "Nana is actually the current Queen Mozang Xier Nina."

  "Ahhh!!" A mournful cry echoed through the room.

  After great efforts, I finally explained the truth about the incident at the palace to him. As Lievman gradually calmed down, he began to think rapidly and racked his brains on how to minimize the danger of this trip. It was impossible for him to give up this lucrative deal, so the only way out was to reduce the risk of being discovered by me and Cielina.

  "Got it!" Lievman's chubby body bounced up from the sofa and rushed out of the door, faintly hearing a sentence: "Wait for me, there will be a way soon."

  His strange behavior left me puzzled, what can I do? No way, just wait for him then. I started to check out his study room out of boredom. This fat guy has a lot of books, two bookshelves are fully packed. I randomly picked one and flipped through it, couldn't help but laugh at the title - "Teach you how to make money from your youth". Looks like Liefman had already set his mind on becoming a businessman since he was young. Most of the books on his shelf were related to business, which I happened to be interested in. So I took this opportunity to take a good look, maybe it'll be helpful for me in the future.