0p0 Chapter 357 Lawrence
Chapter 357 Lawrence
"Oh, Barbatos above, look who this is, isn't this... uh... Princess of the Yutu?"
The voice that came out suddenly was frivolous and arrogant, with a sarcastic tone that rose strangely, making no attempt to hide the malice in its words.
The visitor was dressed in exquisite and luxurious clothes, with proper etiquette and gait; the arrogance of the nobility was fully displayed in him.
But what ruined this atmosphere was the wicked, triumphant smile on the boy's pale, thin face.
The two men dressed as his lackeys behind him chuckled at the opportune moment, making the atmosphere on both sides instantly awkward.
The air suddenly froze, the girl's smile froze on her face, and her emerald green pupils dimmed slightly.
She instinctively moved closer to Mu Feng's side, cautiously reaching out to touch his hand, then hesitantly withdrew.
Mu Feng noticed Amy's unease beside him and gently took her hand. The girl's hand was cool and her palm was a little damp.
"If you ask me, your name is more fitting for your status, wouldn't you say, Lawrence?"
Mu Feng stepped forward, raised his head slightly to look down at the person coming down the steps, snorted coldly, and retorted without any politeness.
The pale-faced nobleman was taken aback at first, clearly surprised that Mu Feng had appeared here with Amy.
But then, the other person's words immediately brought a clear look of anger to his face, as if he had been hit where it hurt.
He understood perfectly; this was a mockery of the Lawrence family's failure, their current state as nothing more than stray dogs, using his name as a reference.
Lawrence glared fiercely at his henchmen behind him, seemingly blaming them for their flawed intelligence work, before turning around abruptly, his tone filled with anger and sarcasm.
“Hey, I’m talking to you, Gunnhildr kid.”
He arrogantly raised his chin, stepped onto the next step to make himself look like he was not at a disadvantage, and spoke as sarcastically as ever.
"As a nobleman, you neglect your duties and play house with these commoners. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"Or do you think the work of the Knights' henchmen isn't bad enough... Oh, sorry, I forgot, you're still a new henchman, so you probably don't understand the habits of these giant babies yet."
He then finished with a sentence delivered in an upward tone, and his henchmen, trying to salvage the situation, joined in with mockery.
Fischl's body trembled slightly, and her face paled a little. The playful banter was clearly directed at her.
The nobleman's mockery mentioned the Knights, which made her uneasy. Her emerald green eyes stole glances at Mu Feng beside her.
The girl, immersed in her own fantasy world, is actually very sensitive. She is not indifferent to the ridicule of others, but she chooses to hide in her own world and turn a deaf ear.
But whether it belongs to the world of the "Princess" or returns to the identity of Little Amy.
She cared deeply about the boy who had always been by her side.
He is now not only the princess's knight, but also the knight of all Mondstadt, though she always deliberately ignores this fact.
Mu Feng gently squeezed the girl's wrist to reassure her, then coldly surveyed the three people in front of him.
"Whether it's neglecting your duties or not, we'll talk about that when you're capable of taking three of my swords. What do you think, Lawser?"
In his final remarks, Mu Feng deliberately mispronounced the name, making the nobleman's name sound even more like that insulting word.
A year ago, at a banquet for the Mondstadt nobility, Lawrence challenged the younger generation of the Gunnhild and Legenfender families under the guise of a contest, intending to restore his family's glory.
Unfortunately, the two families that challenged them were Mufeng Gunnhild and Diluc Legnfender, respectively.
Both families also had their own considerations, such as taking the opportunity to warn the restless Lawrence to prevent him from causing trouble.
As expected, the battle between Diluc and Yura Lawrence, the eldest daughter of the Lawrence lineage, ended in a draw.
Seemingly sensing that his opponent's fighting spirit was low, Diluc also held back three points, resulting in a fairly decent outcome.
However, Lawrence Lawrence, who represented the Lawrence branch in the competition, was not so lucky.
The arrogant swordsman didn't even get through two moves before his sword was cleanly knocked away, and he fled in disarray.
Besides the fascinating expression on the face of the head of the Lawrence family at the time, the name Lawrence also took on another meaning.
Although the matter was not made public, the wind was blowing, and soon the tavern was filled with such news.
"You! I... I was just... my sword wasn't in good condition!"
Lauther's nose was visibly red; having his wounds repeatedly reopened, he had completely lost his reason and aristocratic composure.
His voice, which used to be strangely melodic, was now slightly hoarse, and he raised his voice to defend himself.
Then came some incomprehensible remarks, such as taking advantage of someone in distress and lacking martial ethics, which made everyone burst into laughter.
The air was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere. There were five people, three of whom were not laughing, and Lauther was one of them.
"In that case, I'd be happy to spar with you anytime."
Mu Feng instantly dropped his playful expression, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze turned icy, and his aura changed drastically.
The murderous aura that rushed towards him startled the young nobleman Lawrence. A trace of fear flashed in his golden pupils. The sword strike a year ago was clearly more than just leaving a scar.
That sword strike shattered Lawrence's ambition, destroyed the family's reputation, and dealt a heavy blow to his pride.
The eldest daughter of the family head, Yura, had a swordsmanship talent far superior to his, which already frustrated him, and that sword strike was even more disastrous.
He felt a real killing intent from that sword strike.
Lawther's expression changed in an instant, and then he resumed his wicked smile, his tone flippant and arrogant.
"Well then, I wish you continued success, and I hope so."
The young nobleman emphasized his last sentence, making it sound like a threat or a mockery, before turning and leaving.
"When Lawrence's glory shines on this land again, we will take back everything we have lost, hounds."
His two henchmen lagged behind him, their backs not seeming as confident as his harsh words.
Looking in the direction the group had left, Mu Feng narrowed his eyes. He felt that there was something more to the last sentence.
Seeing that the group had walked away, Fischl finally relaxed a little, and Mu Feng, seeing this, also stopped thinking for the time being.
"Let's go, Your Highness. It's time to return to the Pure Land. His Majesty the Emperor and the Queen have been waiting for a long time."
The girl, unusually, didn't respond with a melodramatic remark, but simply held onto Mu Feng's hand silently, showing no intention of letting go.
The road home felt a little short today, she thought.
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