Valk stared at Mag with wide eyes, his eyes full of disbelief. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang sound, and he fell backwards. He opened his mouth and spat out two mouthfuls of blood, staring at Mag. Ge, I couldn't close my eyes until I died.
Blood slowly overflowed from behind him, staining the black gravel ground and small puddles red.
The smell of blood made Mag frown, and the hand hanging by his side trembled. After all, killing was not something that could be done easily.
But Mag didn't regret killing Valk.
Because he is indeed a damned person, and even more because he has touched Mag's bottom line.
By the time he showed his greed towards Amy, he was already a dead man.
He wanted to tell him in a father's way that the little loli was meant to be pampered, and if he had thoughts he shouldn't have, he could just die.
"Father is so awesome!!!" Amy closed her eyes, but still clapped her little hands and shouted.
"Great! The bad guy is dead! Mother, we are saved!" Jessica held Rebecca's hand and shouted happily.
Rebecca opened her eyes in surprise and looked at Valk lying in a pool of blood, and Mag who was still standing there, hugging Jessica and crying with joy.
"The boss...the boss is dead!"
The gangsters looked at Valk, who had a mahogany branch stuck in his heart and was lying motionless in a pool of blood. The big man who had been kicked in the face by Mag earlier let out a scream like a slaughtering pig and struggled to crawl out. Get up.
"Run! He's killing someone!"
The other losers had similar expressions. Regardless of the pain on their bodies, they struggled to get up and escape.
Valk, who was extremely powerful and invincible in their minds, was actually killed with a peach tree branch that was so fast that it was unbelievable.
They didn't even see Valk resisting. He died without any chance of fighting back. He killed a second-level knight with just one sword. What kind of terrifying strength did this guy have?
Their hearts have collapsed, and they just want to escape from here, as far away from this terrible guy as possible.
"Did I let you go?" Mag asked coldly, looking at the losers who were preparing to escape.
The expressions on the faces of the gangsters suddenly froze, and the legs they just stepped out stopped abruptly.
Even Valk had no power to fight back in his hands, how could they dare to run in front of him, how could they possibly outrun him!
"Sir, please let us go! We were all forced, we are all good people, it was Valk who did the bad things than us!"
"Yes, please let us go. We will never dare to do it again. We will only be good people from now on."
The bastard who had turned into a pig-headed face immediately knelt down with a pop, kowtowing and crying.
Several others also fell to their knees and began to cry about how helpless they were, being forced by Valk to do things that went against their conscience.
"You were forced, I can believe it, but to say that you are good people, I'm sorry, I'm not a fool." Mag looked mockingly at the people kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.
He will not kill them, because this crime is different from a duel, and it is difficult to escape after getting entangled, but he will never let them go, because what they have done is enough to make them die many times, so that the Gray Temple Or the city lord's palace to handle this matter is obviously a good choice.
…
"Sir Brandley, there seems to be something going on over there. Do we want to go take a look?" In an alley not far from the family area of the mining area, a member of the Gray Temple leaned over to observe a large charred pit. Brandley reports.
"What happened?" Bradley straightened up and looked at the man and asked. They received a report this morning that there were abnormal magic fluctuations here and a house was burned down, so he brought people over early in the morning. .
It was an explosive fire technique released by a fifth-level magician. However, there were no casualties at the scene. It was just an abandoned house and there were no more damaged areas. The threat was not great and it could be classified as a first-level incident.
"It seems to be a duel between two knights. It's nothing at all. It's just that it's a bit strange to have a duel there. The people living there are the family members of miners who have been killed over the years." The man said quickly.
"The families of the miners who died?" Brandley pondered for a while, nodded and said, "Let's go and take a look."
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"Is Valk dead?" The eyes of those watching from a distance burst out with disbelief.
A little old man picked up a stone from the ground and walked towards this side with a hunched figure. His wrinkled face was dark red, and the black mineral powder seemed to have been integrated into his skin. He looked at the person lying on the ground. Valk's corpse had only hatred in its eyes.
A person walked out of the door of the black bungalows and walked towards this side.
Most of them were old men, women, and even some children, with the same dull expression on their faces that had been swollen for a long time, and the same hatred in their eyes.
They held the stones picked up from the ground tightly in their hands, stones as hard as themselves, and walked silently.
Mag looked at the people walking towards them holding stones, with a bit of surprise in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment and returned to the bicycle.
"Father, you are so powerful, but what are they doing with the stones in their hands?" Amy looked at the people gathered from both sides and asked a little strangely.
"Revenge." Mag reached out from behind and gently covered Amy's ears and eyes. He looked at the old people, women and children who passed by and walked towards Valk and those scoundrels with a solemn expression.
"Mother?" Jessica looked up at Rebecca with the same confusion.
"Don't look at Jessica, you are different from them. You are a girl who wants to be the best tailor in the city of chaos. You still have dreams." Rebecca hugged Jessica tightly in her arms and covered her with her hands. On her ears, she also closed her eyes.
"puff!"
The stone hit him and brought blood, accompanied by screams.
The stones of different sizes were soon stained with blood.
There are dead people and there are living people.
The numb faces seemed to become a little more vivid after being stained with blood, with a hint of relief and a hint of hope to live again.
"Somani, my poor daughter, I have avenged you! I have avenged you!" The rickety old man bit an ear in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it directly. From the crowd, He was squeezed out, and he knelt on the ground with a bang, looking up to the sky and crying.
The cry seemed to be contagious and spread quickly, accompanied by desperate roars and complaints, using stones and blood to vent their inner hatred and despair.
"What are you doing! Disperse! Inspector Woodrow is here! Do you want to be arrested?"
At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded, accompanied by the sound of a sword being drawn.
