Vanguard of the Eternal Night-Chapter Ch152 - Naughty!

Chapter Ch152 - Naughty!

translator: xiin

As the bard was about to leave, he looked back and saw a seven or eight year old girl staring at him. He smiled slightly.

This smile was so attractive that the mistresses around the duke as well as his seven or eight daughters all turned to look at him. The eldest daughter, who was the one to meet him in the inner garden before, was very unhappy.

So, when the waiter brought over fruit for the younger daughters, the eldest daughter got into an argument with the duke, “Look, this cheap whore’s been flirting with this ugly man and has lost face for all the daughters of our family.”

There were also differences between daughters. The daughter born to the wife of the duke was naturally the pearl in his eye. So, the daughter who’d suddenly popped out after the first night with a mistress was much less significant.

The duke said, “Then, give her to the servant.”

The young girl cried out with fear.

As for the ‘servant’, Mr. Gino, “……”

If he was an interstellar person, he would definitely be thinking: Excuse me???

The eldest daughter was unhappy with this, “If it’s spread outside that I have a sister who was married to a humble servant, how would I be able to talk to the princess?”

The duke said, “Oh, then kill both of them together.”

Gino: “???” The one who should die was the bard over there who had a seductive effect?!! How was it related to me?? I haven’t even finished setting down my platter of fruit!

The guard came over to catch him. Gino couldn’t bear it anymore. He was desperate and revealed his real intentions!

All of a sudden, before anyone had the time to react, his first flying blade had already already arrived in front of the duke’s eyes!

From nearby, Tyron’s eyes lit up slightly––he could see the ‘Bow Walk’––Vantico’s bow walk and his teacher’s bow walk were really different. This was the difference between an experienced man and a child, a real difference between a flesh and blood person and a player.

It was too interesting. Tyron flicked his hand, grabbing a coin that he’d just tossed out, and threw it out with bent fingers!

––Of course, this coin couldn’t shake the tip of Gino’s blade.

So, it was aimed at the chair under the duke!

It all happened too quickly for words. The actual timing of these events was no more than a single second as the two assassin attacked and counterattacked; none of the nobles and women present had responded to the situation.

The duke suddenly felt his chair shake, and he fell to the ground on the collapsed chair with a crash.

Gino’s blade whizzed over the duke’s head.

Then, Gino’s dagger came out of its sheath. He’d already launched himself at the duke on the steps.

It was only then that the guards responded, shouting as they rushed up to help.

At their level, it was obviously a little difficult to save the duke, but even if they couldn’t hold up, there was a bard on their side!

For a time, the scene became very chaotic. There were shouts and screeches everywhere.

Suddenly, the bard went up to the stage with a flash, moving faster than all the guards. He raised his hand and stopped Gino’s assassination blade!

The two assassins looked at each other briefly for a second during incredibly fast paced exchange of attacks:

Gino’s eyes: It seems that you’re really here to interfere!

Tyron’s eyes: Oh.

In the next moment, Gino directly captured the duke. Tyron immediately sent the latter flying with a kick, causing Gino’s blade to miss again.

The duke weighed about two hundred pounds, and Tyron had to step back from the reaction force. This move made it easier for him to reach out and take Song of Triumph’s scabbard––

Song of Triumph leapt up from the table top, and there was a ‘clang’ as Tyron launched a backhanded attack at Gino!

It had been a very long time since he’d had such a real blade fight!

Nobody could ‘choose’ to exchange health in reality. They could only push forward, push forward with their blades, using their blade to clash against their opponent’s blade. Either you die or I live!

After a short period of only a dozen or so seconds, the guards had already been tossed out of the battlefield by the two assassins.

The duke was crying and attempting to climb out of the field, but as soon as he changed positions and revealed a flaw, he would immediately be stopped by Gino’s blade––

Then, Tyron would kick the duke out of the way once again by a narrow, dangerous margin.

The battle situation between the three men was extremely close, and the two assassins moved so quickly that the guards didn’t even dare to shoot arrows, since anyone who accidentally injured the duke wouldn’t be able to escape death.

After a while, neither master level assassin was hurt at all––in the real world, they were extremely careful not to be injured, and even missed out on opportunities to seriously hurt the enemy.

As for the duke, he’d already been kicked blue and purple. He was like a large ball that rolled around in circles on a palette for the nth time, short on breath as he uttered tragic screams, “Ouch––ahh!”

Halfway through screaming, he was kicked again. His little life was saved, but at the same time, a front too flew out of his face and almost shot itself into Gino’s nostrils.

Gino: “Achoo!!!”

……

Tyron had been fighting casually. When he saw this, he burst out laughing on the spot, “Pffft.”

Gino: “……” What the hell are you laughing at!

Duke: “……” Ahh save me! Hero! Please don’t get distracted!

Gino finally found an opportunity and started up a big move––

Wind Pressure!

Tyron’s lips curled up slightly as he counter attacked––

He also used Wind Pressure!

When the two blades hit each other, like two meteors clashing, Gino discovered that Tyron had already figured out the weakness of Wind Pressure.

Eh, Tyron once again sent out the Song of Triumph in his hand, sending Gino’s Wind Pressure off-track in an instant and cracking his technique––

Due to the strength of Gino’s Wind Pressure, Song of Triumph was also sent flying directly, inserting itself into the wall without an easy hand hold. It wouldn’t be able to be pulled out for a while.

Gino’s reactions were quick enough to allow him to defend himself at this critical moment.

However, Tyron still sent Gino flying with his attack.

The two of them looked at each other for a second, and both of them knew that Gino no longer had the chance to kill the duke––the lord duke also knew this, so he made a pig-like howl and crawled out of the range of the great demon king’s flying kicks.

Gino: “……” Damn you! You must have cheated the way to crack the Wind Pressure technique from Vantico!

Tyron: “……” Yeah.

Gino: “……” Vantico!!! You little brat!!! You screwed me over!

After their eye contact conversation, Gino didn’t want to fight any further. He ran out the back door of the inner garden.

The assassin had left, and the duke was shivering and hiding behind a pile of guards. He collapsed and said, “Come! Arrest this rogue who is pretending to be a bard! Detain him for interrogation!”

Tyron raised his eyebrows, then turned around and ran, making his way along the back door escape route that Gino had set up.

The guards quickly separated into teams to chase after them.

Tyron suddenly stopped and turned around to give them a scare, “Hmm?”

The guards who’d run after him were so scared that they fell and rolled together into a ball. The duke, who’d been charging behind them furiously, using them as a shield, was startled and immediately withdrew.

By the time they got up again, they saw that Tyron was now standing on the roof.

The captain of the guard shouted, “Catch that man!”

The patrol on the roof came over immediately to catch him. Tyron casually caught him by the arm, using a standard move to catch hold of his hands before taking out a coil of steel wire and wrapping it around his wrists countless times.

The guard: “???”

“Bungee jumping. Have you ever tried it?” Tyron asked casually.

With that, he lifted his foot and kicked the guard down directly from the other side of the roof––the other side of the castle overlooked a cliff that was over ten meters high.

The guard: “Aaaahhhhh––”

At this moment! This ‘steel wire’ immediately began to tighten!

This cold steel weapon that had been made out of a super alloy created by the interstellar people could be called ‘steel wire’, but in essence, it was an invisible killing weapon that these ancient people had never thought of!

The row of guards who were holding up iron shields in the inner garden suddenly felt a pull from behind them, and they heard the duke yell.

A translucent steel wire was circled around his throat, pulling at him and exerting a huge force––

One side of the wire was the duke, and the other side of the wire was the man who’d fallen off the cliff, falling down at high speeds like a pulley fixed to the ceiling.

The duke was the one being pulled. His hands went instinctively to his throat, but his entire person ended up smashing into the guards from behind before slipping out over the crowd.

For a while, the duke was like a man-shaped bulldozer as he knocked over the standing guards one after another, finally ending up suspended on a beam of the house, foaming at the mouth as he died.

Due to his great weight, the guard on the other side of the wire ended up hanging suspended on the cliff.

He was still a few meters away from the ground, and was foaming at the mouth from fear.

Tyron’s forefinger and middle fingers were as he made a casual gesture. He thought to himself: They don’t even know what bungee jumping is. Tsk, they’re really old antiques.

The duke was dead, meaning the guards wouldn’t be allowed to live, either. Their grief and indignation drove them to go out and hunt down the assassins.

Tyron jumped off the roof and was about to run when he saw Victor standing on the street, looking at him curiously.

Tyron: “……”

“???” Victor spoke, “I heard people yell ‘catch the assassin’, so I thought that something must have happened here. I came over to have a look.”

There wasn’t time for Tyron to say anything. He took down his money purse and tossed it into Victor’s arms, “Hold it well.”

Victor grabbed it subconsciously, then felt that his entire person was lifted up into the air.

Tyron picked up his own Little Vic, then found a way to head down and started to run!

Behind him, a stretch of guards rushed out the back entrance of the castle, rushing over like a school of crazed hunting fish!

Everyone on the street was scared as they got out of the way.

Victor yelled in horror, “Ahhhhhh! Let me down!”

Tyron ran as he asked, “Why did you… Huh, why are you so much lighter?”

Victor clutched at the purse in one hand and clung to Tyron’s shoulder with his other hand. He was bumped and tossed around until he could barely stand it anymore, “I’m! Dragonfly! Can fly!! Get it!”

Tyron: “Oh!”

Victor: “Let me down, I’ll fly away! Aren’t you tired?”

Tyron: “Speak less nonsense! I want to hold you and run away!”

Victor liked hearing his incredibly sexy gasps as he exerted himself. He laughed, “Naughty!”

The two of them scattered dog food as they ran. The group of guards who chased after them ate dog food as they ran. All of them were so angered that they were foaming at the mouth, feeling like they were about to go crazy.

Tyron continued, “You! Open the purse!”

Victor opened up the purse in his arms. When he saw that there was a rose inside, happiness immediately bloomed in his heart, “Good, good, good! I love you even if you’re naughty!”

The guards: “………”

The two groups of people blew through the street like a hurricane. The captain of the guard yelled as he ran, “Kill the two people up ahead! Ten thousand gold coins each! If you can catch them, it’s twenty thousand gold––burn them to death!!!”