Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 209 Big Cat and Little Mouse
"Pointing a knife at me? Captain Hollos!!!"

"Pointing a knife at me, are you planning a rebellion?"

When Hollos saw Havent looking at him so calmly, he already felt uneasy. And when he saw Havent place the badge of the Eighth Military Intelligence Bureau on his chest, his heart skipped a beat.

The next moment, a wave of dizziness rushed to the top of Holos's head, and a fine sweat broke out on his back. When he looked at Havent again, his mind was already a little foggy.

"This……"

"This……"

The sudden turn of events left the security patrol team members, who were about to step forward, stunned and unsure of what to do. They all turned to look at their captain.

In certain special circumstances, people will do some inexplicable things, and in hindsight, these actions seem utterly illogical and impossible to justify.

Now, Horus has made the most outrageous decision of his life, so much so that some researchers in later generations believe that this event changed some of the early ideas of the Imperial Star.

"Fake……"

"Fake!!!!"

"What are you looking at? Arrest him right now!"

With a roar from Hollos, Havent, who had been scrutinizing the other party, was momentarily stunned, then looked at Hollos with disbelief.

What kind of thought process is this? This kind of plot of refusing to admit anything to the death, giving up entirely, and going all the way down the wrong path actually happened to me.

"What are you all standing there for? Look at his clothes! This damned bastard dares to impersonate an MI8 officer! Arrest him!"

Under pressure from their captain, the previously hesitant members of the security patrol team grabbed their weapons and surrounded Havent.

"Put down your weapons and kneel on the ground, kid. Don't get yourself into trouble."

Looking at the soldier who was speaking fiercely to him, Havent couldn't help but chuckle speechlessly, then his gaze towards Holos turned icy.

"Captain Hollos!!!"

Do you know what you're doing?

At this point, Holos was so caught up in his emotions that he didn't care about anything else. Some decisions had already been made, so there was no going back to the way he was going. Although Holos felt a little regretful, the words had already been spoken, and he could only go down this path. As for how to deal with the aftermath, that was a matter for later worry.

"Go! Go get them! How dare they arrest us? They're incredibly audacious!"

In an effort to quickly quell the matter, Hollos once again raised his standard-issue sword and walked personally toward Havent.

As the patrol captain drew closer, Haven's expression turned completely cold. Since things had already come to this point, reasoning with him was pointless; the most effective way to deal with unreasonable people was to defeat them.

"Skuyomi~~~"

"What is more terrifying than darkness is the human heart, and the human heart and the sun are both things that cannot be looked at directly."

Having prepared for battle, Haven's body erupted with white battle aura. With the blessing of the Savior's Leather, he was able to successfully activate a secret technique that usually required a high-ranking knight. This was the reason why Haven was able to fight the assassin girl to a standstill.

Sensing the overwhelming aura emanating from Havent, Holos felt an increasing bitterness in his mouth. He hadn't expected the other party to be such a tough nut to crack. It seemed things wouldn't be easy today. Perhaps...

Thinking of this, Holos's body also erupted with a pale yellow battle aura, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Since things have already turned out this way, the only safe option is for one side to completely shut up, since dealing with the living is much more difficult than dealing with the dead.

Clang...

As their swords clashed, Holos's expression instantly changed. He was shocked by the immense force emanating from the longsword. How could this seemingly unassuming young man unleash such astonishing power?

In the midst of the struggle, Haven's head slowly tilted forward, and the distance between the two quickly closed.

"Captain Hollos~"

"Looks like you want to kill me. Your thrusting technique is quite good..."

Ding~ Ding~
The two swords clashed violently twice before separating again.

Haven held the sword in one hand, with the tip pointing diagonally downwards towards the ground, seemingly unaffected.

A few meters away, Holos's face turned bright red, his arm trembled slightly, and he stared at the nick on the blade, filled with deep regret.

Although the standard longsword in his hand was not a finely crafted custom weapon, as equipment produced by the Imperial Unified Armory, its quality was guaranteed. Even without any special attributes, it met the minimum inscription requirements for magical weapons as the basis for them.

However, this standard-issue weapon developed several deep nicks after clashing several times with the weapon in the hands of this kid who claimed to be from MI8.

The only conclusion is that this kid is holding a real magical weapon. Given the exorbitant price of magical weapons, regardless of the other party's identity, anyone who can afford a magical weapon is not someone I can easily deal with. As for how to handle it...
"What's wrong? Why isn't Captain Hollos attacking anymore?"

Looking at Hollos, who had stopped moving, Havent asked with a hint of provocation.

Seeing their captain forced back by this adventurer, the other security patrol members gripped their weapons and stopped moving forward, waiting for their captain to give the next order.

Seeing Havent looking at him with a half-smile, Hollos felt only bitterness. He didn't even dare to imagine what would happen if he gave in and bowed down.

Holos gritted his teeth, roared, and charged forward again, brandishing his longsword.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The pointless fight quickly came to an end. Holos, covered in blood, lay on the ground, while his patrolmen formed a large circle and watched silently. Although their commander had been beaten bloody and looked like he was about to die, no one dared to intervene. After all, if this young adventurer was really an MI8 officer, they couldn't bear the responsibility of ganging up on MI8 personnel with their captain.

"Cough...cough..."

"Who are you~~~~~~~"

Hollos coughed up the blood that had been accumulating in his chest. He had already learned most of the answer during the fight, since Haven had deliberately displayed military-style swordsmanship during the exchange. This finally put Hollos's mind at ease. Although he was able to fight back and forth at the beginning, in the last few moves, it was as if he was under a slowing spell. His movements became slower and slower, and Haven easily struck him in the face with the hilt of his sword, causing him to fall to the ground.

I'm not telling you~~~~

Hearing Havent's childlike words, Holos's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Feeling there was nothing more to do, Havent stopped releasing his mental energy. He couldn't detect the assassin girl from before; it seemed she really had left.
The purpose of this trip to Rotten Mushroom has been basically achieved. Although there were some twists and turns along the way, the result was still good. I will give a report to that old man who exploits child labor when I get back, and let them handle the rest themselves.

"Hello~"

Looking at Holos, who was staring at him with a resentful expression, he said:

"I have no interest in what shady dealings you have with the tavern owner, and I didn't kill him either."

"Afterwards, take Marigloyan's body to Vauxhall Cross Street yourself. Don't wait for them to come looking for you, or things will get ugly."

Hollos, hearing Havent's casual words predict his fate, said resentfully:
"Why should I listen to you? Besides, I'm just doing my duty as a security patrol. I'll report back to Count Andesca."

Havent, who was already planning to leave, turned cold again upon hearing Hollos's words. There are always some fools who say things without thinking.

"Horos, are you an idiot??"

Although Hollos didn't understand what the word meant, judging from Havent's expression, what he had just said had clearly had an effect.

"Let me tell you, you MI8 bastard, don't think you can bully me just because you have that position. Let me tell you, I have powerful backers."

clap~~~
A sharp slap interrupted Holos's rambling.

Looking at Havent, who suddenly squatted down in front of him with his face only a few centimeters away, Hollos felt he could feel the anger emanating from the young man.

"Shut up~~"

slap~
"Idiot~~~"

~啪

"I have no interest in knowing who your backer is, and I have even less interest in whether your backer is involved in this matter."

slap~
"I'm just a beast of burden, ripped off to work like a slave! You know what a beast of burden is!!!"

slap~
"I've finished writing this report, now shut up, okay?!"

Hollos was a little dazed by Havent's series of slaps and didn't quite understand why the man had suddenly become so irritable.

"I'll repeat myself now. After I leave, go to MI8 and report this matter to them yourself. Of course, it would be best if you could bring the tavern owner's body with you. As for what happens next, that's your business. Now you can speak."

Overwhelmed by the astonishing aura emanating from Haven, Hollos finally remembered the fear of being dominated by Count Andesca. That feeling of being unable to resist or argue made Hollos feel as if he were being submerged in the sea. His only remaining instinct was to nod stiffly, indicating that he understood.

After staring intently at Hollos for a few seconds with his grey-green pupils, and confirming that the idiot wouldn't say anything that would increase his workload, Haven stood up and walked towards the tavern door.

The assassin girl, hiding on the roof beam and watching Haven's departing figure, revealed a hint of interest in her eyes.

"Oh, it's a white lion~~"

"What an interesting fellow! I didn't expect to see him again so soon, but I think we'll meet again very soon~~~"

Just as Havent was about to push open the door to leave, he seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at the beam where the assassin girl had just been. However, the girl's figure had already disappeared. Thinking that he was hallucinating, Havent shook his head and pushed open the door to go out.

Looking at the darkening sky, he stood at the door for a few seconds, pondered, and then walked towards the carriage across the street.

Svenlia Estate
"Lord Sofalio, shall we leave?"

An old man, shrouded in a black hooded robe, knelt on an open-air rooftop. In front of him was a magic circle drawn with an unknown refined powder. A ring of candles placed around the magic circle cast shifting light and shadow on the old man's withered face.

"No, we won't leave, Sinding."

"The matter isn't over yet. Although it deviated a bit from our initial plan, we've still managed to achieve some things."

The werewolf Sindin, sitting cross-legged behind the old man in black robes, was applying medicine to his bare upper body. Although he had been attacked by several pseudo-legends that night, he had not suffered any particularly serious injuries under the protection of Helsing.

In just a few days, the several terrifying holes and wounds on his chest had almost healed. Compared to these, it was the failed hunt that night that was more difficult for Sinding to accept, after all, he knew clearly what he would get if he had successfully killed the ruler of that human empire.

Shindin felt extremely unwilling to become a true legend, instead of remaining in this mediocre state.

"Lord Sofalio, that night was such a pity. I was just a hair's breadth away from killing that human emperor."

The black-robed elder, seemingly having completed his prayer, relaxed from his upright kneeling posture. The unknown alchemical powder used to draw the magic circle in front of him had turned into a pile of black ash.

Sofalio waved his arm, and the black powder vanished completely in the airflow.

“Sinding, a top hunter must always be patient. One or two failed hunts don't define you, and besides…”

Xin Ding looked at the black-robed old man who had turned to face him and asked, puzzled:
"What else? Lord Sofalio~~"

"Besides, Helsing said that night was filled with the flavor of fate~ The outcome is already very good~~~"

"The taste of fate~~~"

After listening to the old man in black robes, Sindin felt increasingly confused, but Sofalio was no longer willing to explain the matter further.

"Absorb the power you've received properly. Once you've fully absorbed it, we can begin the next phase of our work."

"However, before that, we need to cooperate with those guys to accomplish some things."

Under the joint gaze of Werewolf Sindin and Sofalio, a dark shadow slowly formed about ten meters away from the two of them.

"Hehehe~ Sorry, Lord Sofalio, I'm late~~~"

"No~~"

“We’re too early, Mercer Frey.”

(End of this chapter)