Chapter 29 Whatever You Want To Ask

  Everyone only saw him raise his hand a moment ago, and the next moment his figure disappeared instantly. The snow-white sword blade mixed with the sound of breaking through the air flashed instantly, stabbing straight at Orlando's right hand.

  So fast!

  Faced with Rod's sudden attack, Orland was greatly shocked in his heart. Although he had already made psychological preparations before, what his eyes saw and what he actually experienced were completely different. He only felt a flash of light in front of him, and then saw Rod's sword blade stabbing towards his right hand.

  Facing the attack, Orland had no choice but to retreat and was forced to leave Helen. At this point, he no longer held any hope of completing his mission, as the gap in strength between them was too great, and now the only option was to escape. Thinking of this, Orland didn't hesitate anymore, facing Rod's attack he rolled back, then suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the nearby thicket.

  But Rode apparently had no intention of letting him have his way.

  Rod, who had thrust his sword into the air, did not choose to retreat. Instead, he gazed at the figure that was rapidly disappearing from view, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered across his face. Then, the long sword in his hand paused for a moment before advancing once more.

  A brilliant beam of light that had been building up burst out from the sword, swirling and splitting as it shot forward with a whoosh, as if it had already been prepared to shoot towards Orlando not far away.

  Roth's sword seemed a bit strange, as the shattered blade didn't shoot straight at the figure in front of him like others thought, but instead slanted upwards and to the side, looking as if it had missed its mark. This idea wasn't just held by Ben, who was standing far away, but also Lijia and even Mais, who was poking his head out of the carriage.

  But in the next moment, they widened their eyes in surprise.

  At this moment, Orland, who was originally sprinting backwards, suddenly jumped up and actively went to meet Rod's attack.

  In fact, at the same time as he jumped up, Orland had already sensed that something was wrong. This was also a habitual action of thieves, who would make some evasive movements when retreating to avoid being attacked by pursuers from behind. The reason why Orland jumped up was precisely to avoid Rod's attack. However, he did not expect that Rod would predict his actions in advance, and this jump not only failed to dodge, but instead put himself right into the knife's edge!

  At this moment, Orland was greatly shocked in his heart, he wanted to change his position, but it was already too late.

  The shattered blade, under the "selfless" coordination of Orland, hit Orland's right shoulder and back heart impartially. The poor thief only came to issue a scream, and flew straight out, hitting his head in the bushes.

  It wasn't until then that Rod withdrew his sword and walked slowly towards Orlando.

  "Uggghhh... Ahhhh..."

  Crouching in the bushes, enduring the pain that radiated from his shoulders and back, Orlando gritted his teeth. Hearing footsteps, he instinctively wanted to run away, but before he could even get up, a white blade flashed through his right hand like lightning.

  "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!!"

  Orland's heart-wrenching scream made everyone's heart tighten, but Rod still had a calm face, as if this was nothing. This also changed people's evaluation of Rod, it was clear that this young man remained unchanged in the face of such a scene, which was absolutely abnormal.

  However, Rode did not think so, and he did this not because he was intentionally vicious, but simply out of habit in the game. After all, in the game, players who are shameless and sneak up on others are more professional and more vicious, and they don't care about getting hurt either. So the only way to keep these guys from escaping or logging off is to keep them in a state of combat at all times. Rode's sword was just an extension of his habit in the online game, seeing the opponent trying to run, his instincts kicked in and he stabbed out with his longsword, just to prevent the opponent from "forced logout".

  But when the sword was out of hand, after hearing Orland's miserable cry, Rode only reacted that this was reality and not a game - but it didn't matter anymore.

  Throwing aside the tedious thoughts in his mind, Rode approached the black-clad man and then reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, slowly drawing it out.

  "Ahhh... Ahhh!!!!!!"

  Orland was now in agony, his right hand twitching uncontrollably from the unbearable pain. His left hand, freed from restraint, could only instinctively pound the ground with all its might, unable to stop Rod. The scene unfolding before their eyes sent shivers down the spines of onlookers, who had never witnessed such brutality.

  Lijie stood in the distance, quietly gazing at Rod's unchanged face, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. At this moment, she once again recalled what Rod had said to her in the tavern earlier.

  "I'm not saying this to repay the debt of gratitude, Lize. I've already brought you out, and in that regard, we're even. You don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything. My purpose for doing this isn't to return a favor; I have my own goals, and I need power. That's why I'm making this proposal. I can promise you that within two years, I'll develop it into a powerful mercenary guild. However, I must warn you that I may take measures that you won't be able to accept. So, I hope you'll consider carefully, Lize. If you're willing to accept my proposal, you need to prepare yourself mentally first. I won't allow anyone to interfere with me or obstruct me. I have my reasons, but you don't need to know them right now... I can understand your feelings, so I won't force you to agree. However, I must remind you of the consequences after agreeing - it may exceed what you can handle."

  At that time, Lisha didn't quite understand Rode's words, but she admitted that she was indeed shocked by Rode's speech. On the other hand, deep down in her heart, the girl also felt a little comforted. After all, Rode must have had some intention when he said so to her face, although it sounded difficult to accept, but this was indeed more convincing than unconditional help. She still didn't understand what point of a mercenary group on the verge of disbandment was valued by Rode, but since Rode was unwilling to explain, she couldn't continue asking either.

  Now, after witnessing this scene, Lijie's heart has begun to loosen up a bit. Previously, when he attacked Hailun, not only did Ben and the others not expect it, but even Lijie herself didn't anticipate it. The fact that she was able to quickly cast a protective shield on Hailun was purely a result of Lijie's own quick thinking, rather than a product of her coordination with Rode. And because of this battle, deep down in Lijie's heart, she seems to have finally understood Rode's intentions.

  I thought it would be simple, just recruit some more people and grit my teeth to take on tasks, and I could keep the mercenary group afloat. But is it really that simple? Lije has been a mercenary for many years, she knows how cruel the world of mercenaries is, everyone is fighting for survival. The Moonbow Mercenary Group was once a medium-sized mercenary group, but now it's become like this, she watched with her own eyes as the mercenary group that was like her home fell into decline.

  Can you rebuild the mercenary corps yourself?

  Lijie asked herself if she couldn't do it, even the original team leader Carter, who was usually easy-going, would occasionally show a cold and determined side. But Lijie felt that this was something she couldn't do, she didn't have the ability, nor did she want to.

  Thinking of this, Lijie involuntarily cast her gaze towards Rode again.

  He didn't tell himself what he wanted, but his expression was so firm, without a hint of confusion or doubt.

  What about herself? For her own dreams, for her own goals, what should she do then?

  Thinking of this, the girl bit her lower lip tightly and clenched her fists.

  As Lisha was deciding her own future, Rode had already leisurely drawn out his long sword. He glanced at the bloodstains on the blade and casually flicked them off, then looked down at the black-clad man who was rolling around in pain at his feet.

  "Although I think you should understand what I want to ask, in order to avoid your pretending to be confused, I'll ask again: who are you and what do you want to do?"

  "Wooo... wooo..."

  Orland curled up his body, the pain of being pierced by his right hand made him almost unable to utter a complete sentence. He raised his head and stared at the young man in front of him, wondering why he was so unlucky to provoke such a character.

  "I... I... I am..."

  The fear of the enemy, combined with physical pain, had already worn down Orland's will. He now almost completely lacked the ability to resist and could only answer Lord's questions in a low voice. But before he could finish his sentence, a sharp pain in his right hand made him inhale cold air again. However, this seemed to have a new interpretation in Lord's eyes.

  "You don't want to say? Then forget it, anyway I'm not very interested either."

  "I am a subordinate of Vice President Kureito!!"

  When Orland heard Rode's words, he was so frightened that he forgot the wound on his hand and hurriedly shouted. He could still accept the words of desperation, but if he was killed by the other side because of a sentence that didn't catch his breath, it would be truly unjust... He didn't want to report to that world so soon yet.

  "Vice President Klayt?"

  At the mention of this name, Rod's sword paused slightly.

  "Merchant Association?"

  "Yes, yes."

  "What is your purpose?"

  "Bind, abduct Miss Helen. I only know these..."

  A star-shaped scar, a white and sharp sword blade was stuck to Orlant's face, the cold touch made him unconsciously swallow his saliva, he had completely lost all reason now, only hoping that this young man could spare his life. Just then, he saw Rod nodding, and then said "I understand."

  Then Orland felt only a chill on the back of his neck, accompanied by an influx of cold air, and darkness completely enveloped his world.

  Rod retrieved his long sword and only then did he turn around to return to the carriage. At this time, everyone's gaze towards him was completely different from before. Helen sat down on one side with a complex expression, looking at Rod while being supported by her attendants. Ben coughed once before stiffly walking forward.

  "Thanks for your help, sir."

  Although Luode's behavior has little to do with "mutual aid", the result is good after all.

  "Don't mention it, it was nothing."

  Luode nodded slightly and didn't say anything else. On the contrary, Ben hesitated for a moment before speaking up to ask.

  "Excuse me... who is he?"

  "They say they were sent by Vice President Creighton to kidnap Miss Helen."

  "What?!"

  Upon hearing this, he was shocked and lost his composure; as the head of security for a business family, he was quite familiar with these matters.

  "Are you saying these people were sent by the Merchant Association?"

  "He said so, whether it's true or not, I don't care anyway."

  Rod waved his hand and turned around.

  "It doesn't matter anyway, I was just casually asking."