What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

"Although Your Excellency's sword is very fast, my Flowing Fist skills are not comparable. Moreover, Your Excellency seems to have been smoothed out by the lord's son, and you cannot even interest me."

Larcade's words were like needles, coldly and painfully inserted into his heart.

No one knows better than himself - his sword has long lost the confidence and sharpness it had at the beginning, so that a ruffian like Larcade could sit on his head and shit.

He lay on the dirty floor in a state of embarrassment, with his mouth wide open but not daring to breathe any air. The severe pain in his abdomen made him curl up into a shrimp.

"……help me……"

Grandpa Sword Master who resided in his body sighed:

"Alger, I know that Dominic has cast a huge shadow on you, but you must face it bravely alone."

"There are still people out there, and there are people in the world who are better than you. But you don't have to be better than everyone else. You just need to be better than yourself yesterday."

"Overcome the shadow, this is your biggest obstacle on the path of the Sword Master, overcome it!"

After saying that, the old sword master fell silent, as if he had temporarily given up on Alger.

"Overcome...how to overcome?"

"I can't beat anyone now. Larcade has crushed my last hope into powder..."

A group of younger brothers gathered around and kicked and punched Alger, who was lying on the ground, until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he no longer had the strength to swing the sword.

It's not that there really wasn't any, but that feeling of powerlessness made him physically and mentally exhausted.

At that moment, no one knew what was going on in his mind...

"Okay, if you continue to fight, you will die."

The thugs dispersed, and Larcade walked up to Alger, picked up his hair with one hand and raised his head, looked at Alger's swollen eyes after being beaten, and sneered:

"Boy, you are still too young. Don't embarrass yourself at this level. Go back to your mother's womb and practice for another ten years!"

After saying that, Larcade stood up holding Alger's head, and then forcefully threw him towards the door.

It hit the wall of the corridor outside with a thud. Seeing that his head was lowered and he was still breathing, Larcade clapped his hands and called it a day:

"Search him and use the money to repair the door. If there is no money, I strip him of his clothes and sell them to Minato along with his sword."

"Okay boss!"

Larcade turned around and reached out to hug the two girls again, only to see them looking towards the door with surprise on their faces:

"Lord Racade! He...that boy...is standing up again!"

Chapter 118 117 Love sprouts in the rain

"Oh~?"

As soon as Larcade turned around, the two younger brothers flew past him, knocking over the gambling table behind them and falling unconscious.

Not only did Alger stand up, his momentum also changed drastically, so much so that he kicked away two younger brothers who came to search him.

Larcade applauded:

"I'm just saying how did a scumbag like you become a genius? You really need two brushes. What, swordsman genius, why did you pick up the sword?"

Alger took trembling steps, walking towards Lacard in his heyday step by step. Under his medium-long tawny hair was his resolute eyes:

"I can't cross that hurdle, so I can't become stronger, but even so, I still have to fight for the people I protect!"

It seems that the person behind the scenes must have something to do with Princess Shia, and Larcade got an important piece of information.

Alger is now in a wonderful unparalleled state. Naturally, he has no extra brain cells to think about what should be said and what should not be said, so he just says what he wants to say.

Therefore, after saying those words, he suddenly felt that his turbulent life had calmed down again, and Xia was like his 'dwelling needle'.

As long as she is around, I will never be lost, and I will have spiritual sustenance in my struggles.

A faint white light glowed on the sword blade.

Even the old sword master didn't expect that the sword energy that was not awakened by stepping out of the shadows would appear because of a woman he wanted to protect.

He laughed out loud: "Guarding is also an important spirit."

With a flick of his arm and the long sword, the pale sword energy spurted out, cutting an 'East African Rift Valley' on the floor, leading to the entrance to Larcade.

But Lacard had never grown up on a vegetarian diet. He quickly used the flowing water fist technique, retreating in a gurgling water-like manner while deftly releasing the force. Finally, he completely discharged all the power of the sword energy. He had nothing to do, at most. There are a few more cuts on my hands.

At least it made him bleed.

Alger showed a satisfied smile, hehe, isn't he doing well? The sword is still young.

However, Larcade would not give Alger a good look anymore. If he had made a mistake when unloading the sword energy just now, these cuts would have appeared on his neck.

He stepped forward with standard fighting steps, and Alger realized that this strong man could move so fast, but agility was also his strength.

The fists with running water kept passing by his ears, but none of them actually hit him.

Just when Alger was trying to counterattack in a solid defense, his stomach suddenly spasmed, causing his entire movement to be severely deformed, and Rakad seized the opportunity.

"Oops……"

"I didn't expect it. The water moistened everything silently. From the moment I hit you with my first punch, the power of the water surged in your stomach. It was prepared for this moment!"

Larcade directly grabbed Alger's neck and one leg, straightened his entire torso, and then pushed him up with a knee!

This wasn't over yet, he kept kicking and hitting the same part repeatedly.

puff!

Alger spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining Larcade's trouser legs and leather shoes red.

But this did not extinguish his anger, but it was more concentrated on his feet, and the sound of feet touching flesh was particularly cruel.

"Why aren't you crazy young man?"

"Don't you know how to release sword energy? Can you release another one for me?"

"say!"

"Pretend to be dead, right? I'll let you pretend to be dead!"

At this time, Alger really couldn't stand up anymore.

Blood mixed with saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, forming a small puddle of liquid. Then Larcade pushed his head in and rubbed it repeatedly:

"Come on, have a taste of yourself and inhale it. Inhaling it might even make your mouth bleed~"

His face was moistened by his own fluids.

Tinnitus... buzzing.

In addition to Larcade's curses, there were also the ridicules of countless people.

The vision began to blur, and darkness gradually enveloped the edges.

Forget it, none of this matters anymore, because on the other side of the light, Princess Xia, the person he wants to protect his whole life, will be waiting for him there.

"Dominique... I really shouldn't have promised you... Really, I'm so stupid... But... thank you..."

Thanks to him, he strengthened Princess Xia's position in his heart, so much so that it became a spiritual sustenance, and he could even use it to cut out sword energy.

"If I can still survive...I will definitely become stronger, stronger...and then...defeat you."

At the last moment when his consciousness completely fell into silence, Lacard's legs stopped in mid-air, and everyone looked towards the door.

"North, north, north, north...people from Fomalhau?!"

Standing between the two men in pure black hooded cloaks was Domi, followed by the tavern owner.

Larcade recognized Domi, and then confirmed the identities of the two people next to him through association.

In fact, he was afraid of only Fomalhaut and not Domi, because Domi was still just a child. No matter how powerful he was, other nobles would not do anything to him if they tried to contain him.

But the nature of Fomalhaut changed as soon as it appeared. It was a signal that the Blofeld family wanted to kill them all.

The people present were in a mess, eagerly looking for any way to escape.

"Master?"

"Kill them all, there is no need to leave anyone alive."

"As ordered."

In the midst of the flash of swords, a moment later, only two people, Lacard and Alger, were left alive in the originally bustling underground casino.

The others, without exception, died from slit throats with daggers, and all fell in a pool of their own blood.

Only at this moment did Morey realize what it meant to 'say the most insipid words and do the most ruthless things'. Hundreds of people would all go to see God in just one sentence.

How domineering this must be.

He knew that Domi was just too lazy to take action himself, so he brought two thugs to do it for him. He was fully capable of doing it alone.

Duomi slowly walked towards Racade and said calmly:

"Originally, I just wanted to teach you a lesson so that no one would dare to take a look at this cake. Unfortunately, Alger is so useless. There is no other way. I have to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys."

"Lest those ignorant little nobles stay safe for too long and forget what the name of the God of Death is above their heads."

Domi pointed his finger, and the two thugs immediately stepped forward to kill Lacard, and picked up the unconscious Alger along the way.

"You just want to get involved in some business. You really think you are some kind of American predator, don't you?"

"Leave the body here. Morey, go over and use Larcade's blood to draw a sign for the Hearthstone Tavern on the carpet."

"Yes."

Although Morey really didn't want to use human blood to paint, since it was Domi's order, he had no reason to refuse. Any refusal would be hypocritical and rebellious.

After watching him finish, Duomi led everyone out of the underground casino.

The day after the incident, the whole city was in uproar.

The local snake entrenched in the underground casino actually had the whole pot taken away!

The blood of the famous Cyclops, Rakade Owl, the Master of Flowing Water Fist, was even used to smear the floor.

Now, everyone knows that there is a god behind the Lupai Tavern, and all the nobles have stopped talking, and they are silent when the words "Lupai Tavern" are mentioned.

Who knows who dares to take advantage of it again, whether their own family will be massacred next.