SWNOVELXO Chapter 834: Late II
Time passed by second by second.
Jimte, however, had a smirk on his face.
From early on, this Wanderer Knight had suspected Baro Hamlet.
Not only because Jimte was never one to trust easily, but also because he saw reflections of their own kind in Baro Hamlet.
That subtle sense of hiding, akin to a snake lurking in the bushes peeping.
He greeted with a smile.
And the other party?
Responded with foolishness and arrogance.
That demeanor really resembled Kalal to a great extent.
And if it was Kalal...
Then his purpose was achieved.
Last night, he led a group of stalkers to Baron Singer's mansion, using Baron Singer's confidant as a messenger to spread the word that 'Lord Baro and Little Lion share a lover'—Jimte believed that this confidant was not one to keep secrets, nor someone with a spine of steel.
Therefore, the news had already been spread.
By tonight.
No!
Perhaps by the afternoon, this news would have spread throughout Inner Bay.
Jimte took a deep breath.
His goal was achieved.
Now...
He had to run!
If he didn't run now, he wouldn't be able to leave.
"Baron Singer, I feel like we could have an in-depth conversation, and for that conversation, I think we should change rooms.
Your study has a rather strong odor."
Jimte glanced at Baron Singer's crotch.
It was wet there.
The smell was extremely pungent.
Clearly, it wasn't just a small problem.
"O-okay."
Baron Singer nodded repeatedly.
Without any hesitation, the baron walked out.
Though somewhat arrogant, making him appear foolish, Xing was not an idiot; he could sense there was a chance for survival.
Without a second thought, the baron walked out.
As for Lord Baro?
Survive the present first; if he couldn't survive now, there would be no future.
'At worst, I'll give him half the Walnut Street businesses.'
Baron Singer thought to himself, his pace quickening, even if his thigh was slippery, it didn't delay his speed in the slightest.
"Sir, we can go to my parlor."
Commented the baron.
Compared to his study, this parlor was much more private.
Of course, there were no traps inside.
The baron simply didn't want anyone to see his embarrassing state.
However, after speaking, there was no response.
Immediately, the baron quietly turned back.
Upon discovering no one behind him, the baron opened his mouth to shout—
"Come..."
But after uttering one word, the baron's voice stopped abruptly.
He remembered his predicament.
Then, the baron quickly rushed to his bedroom.
About five minutes later—
"Someone! Someone! There's an assassin!"
The elongated tone, sharp voice echoed within Baron Singer's mansion.
And by this time, Jimte had long run far away.
Yet although he had run far, he hadn't truly escaped.
A man appeared before him.
The figure was slender, expressionless, eyes slightly squinting with a gleam.
Most noteworthy was the longsword at the man's waist—it was more than half again the length of other longswords, still sheathed but emanating an icy chill.
The moment Jimte saw the man, he halted.
The man, however, walked slowly, as if on a leisurely stroll.
Each step was unhurried.
Yet each step made Jimte's face grimmer.
Because each step blocked Jimte's escape route, changing according to the subtle shifts in Jimte's body's muscles.
'He saw right through me!'
Jimte sighed inwardly.
At the same time, seeing the man's youthful face, Jimte guessed the man's identity.
Joel Colman!
The man's age and sword were just too conspicuous.
As for Joel Colman sticking up for Baro Hamlet?
Great!
Absolutely great!
Jimte cheered inwardly.
Before confirming Baro Hamlet was more than he seemed, Jimte now confirmed he was making moves, big moves, otherwise, Joel Colman would never reveal his connection—Everyone knew Joel Colman was cultivated by the Golden Lion Family, and a few knew Joel Colman was intended as a stepping stone for the younger generation of the Golden Lion Family.
With such a premise, Joel Colman was destined to only obey Old Lion's orders.
Yet now, he appeared because of Baro Hamlet.
This was simply unbelievable.
Under normal circumstances, it was impossible.
Unless...
A diversion.
'What is this guy up to?'
Jimte wondered, but his smile became more genuine.
"Good morning, Lord Joel Colman."
Jimte greeted.
But Joel Colman completely ignored him, just looking down at the sword at his waist.
In the next moment—
Clang!
The sword was unsheathed straightaway.
Then, it swung at...
Joel Colman!
The 'Talent' of the Norvia Family, or rather, the Bloodline: metal control.
With Jimte's power, even the anchor of a Caravel Sailboat could be controlled as if it was an extension of his limb.
Controlling one sword was a piece of cake.
Yet the sword hung in midair.
The longsword's tip pointed directly at Joel Colman's neck, unable to advance an inch.
"You moved my sword."
Joel Colman spoke.
His voice hoarse and with a hint of coldness.
Jimte's hair stood on end.
Without thinking, Jimte lunged to the side.
Puff!
The spot where Jimte once stood was sliced neatly, revealing signs of melting.
As if a heated knife cut through butter.
Jimte turned to look, his pupils contracted upon seeing this.
Entry level?
No!
Entry-level Cutting Stone Slab, easy enough.
But the subsequent melting was definitely not.
'A step away from Ascend Step?'
Jimte thought, without hesitation, he used his trump card.
Click!
Amidst the sound of shattering glass, Jimte disappeared from where he stood.
Joel Colman was taken aback.
Then, the young swordsman walked straight in a specific direction.
Meanwhile, back at Bert's Rondo Hart Port, many people were expectantly, eagerly, or anxiously waiting, watching their prey like hyenas on the plains.
And then—
The prey drew nearer.
Everyone saw the white 'Oriental.'
Closer.
Closer still.
Almost docked at Rondo Hart Port.
And then...
The 'Oriental' sailed farther away.
Everyone was stunned.
They watched 'Oriental' moving further away, internally crying out—
What happened?