Even if I transform, I will never be captured.

"You nobles already have more wealth than you could ever spend in a lifetime, so why do you still bully us children?!"

Hearing the girl's question, the middle-aged nobleman laughed, but there was no laughter in his eyes. It was as if he had heard something absurd and laughable. His face was full of smiles, but his eyes were cold.

"Because you are the weak."

The nobleman spread his arms and answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world: "It is only right and proper for the weak to contribute their value to the strong."

That's it.

A girl named Mine looked around the warehouse, which was neither too big nor too small—a boy with a broken leg was screaming in pain, a girl separated from her parents was crying, and children filled with confusion about the future looked lost and helpless…

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It is precisely because of such a ridiculous reason that so many tragedies have occurred.

This world is utterly unjust!

We must correct this world!

In that instant, the girl named Mine made such a wish, but the reality before her made her realize very clearly that, let alone changing the world, she was no match for even the three laughing adults in front of her.

Just then——

"That's right, the weak should contribute their value to the strong—so hand over all your possessions."

Such a voice reached the ears of everyone present.

As if to echo the nightingale's voice, the warehouse door was smashed to pieces by a figure—the figure of Rogue A flew over the iron gate and stairs like a cannonball, crashing down in front of the middle-aged nobleman with a loud bang.

However, at this point, no one cared about Rogue A anymore.

Because everyone's attention was drawn to one figure.

Long, slender legs encased in black over-the-knee stockings strolled in leisurely. Stepping in from outside the warehouse was a girl whose face was obscured and whose entire body was wrapped in a cloak.

The girl glanced around the warehouse, remained silent for a moment, and then turned her gaze to the middle-aged nobleman.

That gaze, though not as haughty as that of a middle-aged nobleman, was as cold as a knife, making one's skin sting.

The middle-aged nobleman's face showed disapproval, and then he gave the order.

"Pretend to be something you're not, kill her!"

The moment he received the order, the expert from the Imperial Fist Temple stomped heavily on the ground and flew towards the girl like an arrow.

"Danger!"

Mine's pupils suddenly contracted, and she shouted loudly at the girl, but when she looked at the girl, she was taken aback.

At this moment, the girl suddenly took off the cloak that was draped over her body as if it were in the way, and her body was immediately exposed.

The light from the torches hanging on the left and right walls seemed to converge into a single point, illuminating her.

The scattered silver hair, radiating a moonlit glow, dispelled the gloom in the warehouse.

She took a step forward, her silver hair dancing in the wind, and then sped off at full speed, heading straight for the expert from the Imperial Fist Temple, like a shooting star suddenly appearing in the depths of darkness!

"So beautiful!" Mine murmured.

"Don't hurt her!"

Blinded by lust, the middle-aged nobleman instinctively shouted something, but the words had barely left his lips—

Swish!

With a light tap of her toes on the ground, the girl suddenly accelerated, passing by the master of the Imperial Fist Temple like a ghost. Her icy blue longsword tore through the air and beheaded him.

"So strong!"

Mine's eyes widened in disbelief—the Imperial Fist Temple, the empire's sacred martial arts center! A master from there was instantly killed by a silver-haired girl with a single sword strike?

If Mine's feelings at this moment were a mixture of surprise and disbelief, then the middle-aged nobleman felt regret.

He deeply regretted uttering those words at that crucial moment; otherwise, given the strength of that expert from the Imperial Fist Temple, he should have been able to hold out for a little longer.

But it was too late to say anything now. Sensing something was wrong, he retreated while directing the other thugs to block him.

Faced with dozens of thugs attacking her, the girl discarded her longsword and drew her staff.

"I'll let you die a less gruesome death, for now." The girl raised her staff high, her red-purple eyes shining brightly.

"Cursed Crystal Prison!!"

The icy blue mist surged down as if from the silver moon high in the sky, its dazzling light shooting into the heavens. Apart from this radiant beam of light, nothing else could be seen.

At that moment, everyone in the slum saw this dazzling light, a light that illuminated the darkness, and people who were staying at home unconsciously came out of their houses to see the scene before them that was worth passing down to future generations.

"—!"

When the howling wind subsided, Mine's eyes widened.

This young girl, who grew up on the border of the empire, traveled to many towns in her short life and met many powerful masters, but she had never seen a master like her who could freeze dozens of people with a single move.

If I could have that kind of ability...

Unconsciously, a hint of longing appeared in Mine's eyes as she looked at the silver-haired girl.

……

That night, frozen lotus flowers bloomed in more than a dozen places throughout the capital, a spectacle that naturally attracted the attention of the city's residents.

The following day, the Empire explained the strange phenomenon of the previous night, stating that it was an official anti-bandit operation.

Because those killed were indeed ruthless bandits and tyrants, the empire's residents quickly accepted this narrative, and the empire's reputation, which had plummeted to rock bottom, actually rose considerably.

Of course, not everyone can accept this explanation.

At least, many people understand that this matter is definitely not, as it appears on the surface, an imperial anti-bandit operation.

"Uncle Ernest, please avenge my father!"

The one kneeling on the ground, weeping, was a young man who bore an eight-tenths resemblance to the middle-aged nobleman.

"My father worked diligently for my uncle, but he ended up dying a gruesome death, his body torn to pieces... It was so tragic! When we arrived, there was a bunch of brats gnawing on his corpse—"

Upon hearing this, Minister Ernest, who was tearing into a piece of meat, showed a displeased expression, but he quickly suppressed it, replacing it with a strange and unpredictable gloom.

First, he tore at the large chunk of flesh in his hand, then mumbled as he chewed, "It's so pitiful to die without a complete body... But how can we find them if we don't even know what they look like?"

"As long as enough troops are sent to search, we will eventually find a clue."

"That's true, but I've given so much, and what can you do for me in return?"

Upon hearing this, the young man gritted his teeth, a pained expression on his face, and said, "As long as Uncle is willing to help, I am willing to give up half of my family fortune!"

“Oh, half of your fortune, that’s quite nice, but…” Minister Ernest grinned menacingly, a piece of meat between his teeth, “wouldn’t this be a faster way to get your fortune?”

boom!

Amidst the muffled gunshots, the young man fell into a pool of blood.

"I can't take it..."

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After putting the pistol away, Ernest complained, "The carpet we bought at a high price is dirty again, and several sources of funding have been cut off... It's been so many troubles lately, can't we have something to cheer us up?"

"Lord Ernest."

At that moment, a servant at the door reported, "A woman is at the door requesting an audience."

"Just say I'm busy right now," Ernest waved his hand impatiently.

"But...they also brought several boxes of treasure, some of which have been identified as the stolen items from last night."

"Hans." Ernest chewed on a piece of meat, a headache on his face. "You've been with me for years, how come you're still so unprogressed? From now on, you should talk about important things first! ... Tell her to wait in the reception room, I'll be right there."

Author's Note:

P.S. This chapter is 6,000 words long; part of it is to make up for the missed updates from the past few days…

Actually, I've been writing for more than five hours a day lately, but I've fallen into self-loathing. I always feel that what I write is a pile of dog shit, and I'm never satisfied with it no matter how I write it. My state of mind is terrible.

I don't dare to read book reviews or online comments, and I'm too ashamed to. Anyway, I'm really sorry about what's happened lately. I should be able to settle down after I go back to Chongqing tomorrow.

Chapter 109 Satella - A Woman of Clear Likes and Dislikes

early morning.

Minister Ernest's reception room.

Satella sat in a soft wicker chair, a cup of tea on the low table in front of her. The fine tea leaves rose and fell in the steaming, slightly brown tea, and a refreshing aroma lingered in the air.

Unlike Ernest's rugged appearance, the interior of the reception room was surprisingly stylish, with the wooden furniture emitting a pleasant aroma.

Sometimes you can tell a lot about a person's personality from their interior design style. Perhaps Ernest, who may appear rough on the outside, has a heart that is far more delicate than the average person.

—In fact, Satella had been sighing like this ever since she learned about Ernest.

Ernest is very low-key these days.

Indeed, the arrogant and domineering Minister Ernest from the original novel is now quite low-key.

As a powerful minister in the empire, he did not participate in the most intense struggles. In addition, he supported the youngest prince, who was only six years old. Therefore, many people did not regard him as a threat, thinking that he was old and had lost his ambition.

"Should we play it safe and develop our strength first, then launch a desperate counterattack after the enemy has fought to the bitter end...?"

Satella brought the teacup to her lips, opened her translucent cherry-colored lips, gently blew on it, and then sipped the tea.

Instantly, a refreshing fragrance spread from the tip of her nose to her taste buds, making Satella squint her eyes in comfort.

"Haha, it seems Miss is quite satisfied with our tea."

A hearty laugh came from the doorway. Satella opened her eyes at the sound and saw a sprightly, overweight middle-aged man in her reddish-purple pupils.

Standing at a full 1.8 meters tall, coupled with his obese physique, he made it seem as if a mountain was walking towards him, rather than a person, and an immense sense of pressure would arise.

"I am indeed very satisfied, but compared to these culinary desires, I would prefer to be satisfied in other ways—"

Satella placed the teacup back on the table with a soft tap, instantly dispelling the pressure. She smiled slightly at Ernest, who looked surprised, and said directly, "To be honest, I've come here to ask for your help, and I've already brought the money."

"Money is a good thing, everyone likes it, but..." Ernest plopped down opposite Satella and said with a forced smile, "Miss, the origin of that batch of valuables is probably a bit shady, isn't it?"

"Ah, it's very shady. To be honest, I stole that money, but..."