Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

He drew his sword again, using the "Flow" technique, a fundamental move of the Sword God Style.

"Shh!"

Cosette could clearly sense that she wasn't the target this time.

The target this time is Mulgore!

As the man's figure rushed towards the direction behind her, she seemed to instinctively lunge backward.

The crimson blood, still warm, melted the snow on the ground, and a sorrowful, blood-red flower bloomed on her back.

She knew very well that even if the man hadn't actually killed her, the stab wound she had just received meant she wouldn't live much longer.

Now, she has completely lost sensation below her chest. Her spine has been severed, her kidneys have ruptured, and her intestines are spilling out of the wound. Her body is only connected by skin and flesh, and even looking up in the direction of Mulgore is an extremely difficult task.

"It's so cold..."

Cosette spoke in a trembling voice so faint it was almost inaudible.

The man slowly squatted down, glanced at Mulgore who was still poking at the coachman's corpse and grinning foolishly, then turned his gaze to the dying Cosette, reached out and grabbed the hair on her forehead, and pulled her head up.

"You silly woman, if he dies, how am I supposed to explain this?"

"I...please...please...don't...brother..."

"Huh? Woman? What did you say? I can't hear you."

The man received no response; Cosette's eyes had lost their light, and she was dead.

"Damn it, I'm going to get scolded by the young lady again."

He scratched his head helplessly, then leaned against the carriage next to him. At that moment, Cosette's corpse caught Mulgore's attention, and he tentatively picked up a lock of Cosette's hair.

"Brother, is sister asleep too?"

"Ah."

"Great, I want to sleep with my sister too."

Mulgore chuckled as he picked up Cosette's cold body, cradling her flesh and blood, which were now almost frozen, in his arms.

"Hehe, I can finally hug my sister."

……

Mayor's Estate, Dak City

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"Snapped!"

The tall shoe slipped from Pedro Galorin's hands and shattered on the floor, spilling red wine from the glass and staining the white carpet with its dark red liquid.

"Sir, are you feeling unwell?"

Several maids rushed to his side; one helped him into the bedroom, while the others cleaned the room.

Pedro Galorin helped his maid to sit on the sofa, his eyes gazing at the gloomy sky outside the window.

"I suddenly feel a bit uneasy. Do you think something might have happened to Cosette and Mulgore?"

"Master, what are you thinking? Miss Cosette is so smart, and Young Master Mughal is so well-behaved, how could anything happen to them?"

"That's right, that's right. Once Cosette comes back, it'll be time for them to get married."

"My lord, a clever and quick-witted girl like Miss Cosette might just bring you a rich and handsome husband."

"No way, I'll be relieved if she can get married, haha."

"Master, look how happy you are just talking about Miss. When she comes back, she will surely make you happy every day."

As he laughed, a tear rolled down Pedro Caroline's cheek, and the maid gently wiped it away with a silk handkerchief.

"Speaking of which, Young Master Mugolei is getting on in years. What kind of girl do you think he would fall for, sir?"

"Mulgore, I remember Cosette wrote to say that Mulgore has fallen for an Asura girl. I wonder how things are going between them."

The maid poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Pedro Caroline, smiling as she said:

"My lord, have you forgotten? Just a few days ago, a nobleman from the Duchy of Basheland came to propose marriage to Young Master Mulgore."

"I remember now, that girl from the Duchy of Bashelantu seems pretty good too."

Chapter 186: Will the Sea Die?

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 186] Will the Sea Die?

Chapter 186: Will the Sea Die?

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Rudius rode his horse, one in front of the other, onto the trade route. But it wasn't the traditional main road; instead, it was a narrow path branching off from the trade route, a secluded trail through the forest.

He dismounted, and not far away, in a pool of frozen blood, Mulgore huddled, clutching Cosette's body, her internal organs scattered on the ground, frozen and stuck to the earth.

Cosette is dead?

Cosette had only given herself away in the morning, and by the afternoon she was dead on the trade route, even though she had been ordered to be spared.

Was this an accident?

"It's a real shame."

He glanced at Lilith beside him. "Your men went all out."

Lilith shook her head helplessly. "I will discipline them properly."

"Never mind, it doesn't matter."

Rudeus walked toward Mulgore, Cosette's pupils were already vacant and dilated, and she was held tightly in Mulgore's arms.

"Bad guy!"

Mulgore pointed at Rudius and roared.

"You're all going to die anyway, so why don't you just lie down and wait to die?"

Rudeus gathered magic power in his hands, and before the wind magic in his hand could be fully formed, it was unleashed.

Even so, although it didn't have the power to kill, it still pushed Mulgore back several meters like autumn leaves being swept away. Cosette's corpse rolled to the side like an icicle, her empty eyes under her frosty eyelashes seemingly staring straight at Rudius.

Rudius paused, a chill running down his spine as he suddenly met the gaze of the cold, lifeless corpse.

"Rudius, if you want to kill him, why do it yourself?"

Lilith leaned against the carriage with her arms crossed, watching Rudius's movements. A faint glint of cold light flashed in her deep blue eyes as she glanced at the coachman's corpse.

That's what they say...

Rudeus adjusted his collar and gathered magic power in his hands once more.

“Although many people have already died at my hands, and I expect to kill even more in the future, those situations seem a little different. I think I might kill some innocent people, just like now.”

"So, Rudius, you want to prepare yourself, is that right?"

"More or less."

This is a world of rampant growth. Thanks to Pedro Caroline, Rudius learned from the turmoil in Dark City that "If I don't kill, people will kill me." He then went on a killing spree, killing one or two hundred people in Dark City and five or six hundred people in the Duchy of Basilante. He seemed to be a ruthless killer, but this was only when his life was directly threatened.

However, this time the target was an unarmed person who had gone insane to the point of being delirious.

Putting aside past grievances, no matter how much you wanted to erase someone from this world and make them disappear forever, things will be different when it comes to actually doing it.

"Hey……"

"Aren't you going to make a move? This isn't like you, Rudeus."

Lilith seemed somewhat disappointed by Rudeus's hesitant expression. Recalling their first meeting, she realized that Rudeus had even threatened her with his life, and that it was all just a bluff.

Because Rudyus does not possess the cold-blooded qualities of a good politician; these can only be acquired through training.

Therefore, she was not in a hurry for Rudius to change. Killing was just a matter of once or countless times. Once she took that step, there would be no more constraints.

Rudeus approached Mulgore, who had just been overturned and blown away by wind magic. Magic in his palm condensed into a rock cannonball, which could take Mulgore's life with just one shot.

"Bad guy! No... don't come any closer!"

Seeing Rudeus walking slowly towards him, Mulgore's eyes widened as he stared at the magic Rudeus was conjuring in his hand. He recalled being tormented by something similar the night before, and the pain he felt was something he could never forget, no matter what he had been through.

"Waaaaah... Sister, save me!"

"Waaaah... Sister..."

"Sister, save me... Sister..."

Mulgore cried and screamed, clapping and kicking his legs incessantly, like a three- or five-year-old child, his face covered in tears and snot, which froze into frost on his face when the wind blew.

Even after becoming a 'fool' and a 'madman,' are you still thinking about your sister?

Rudeus glanced at Cosette's corpse, frozen into an ice sculpture not far away, her lifeless yet seemingly resentful eyes always staring at him.

"Perhaps you really are a good sister, President Cosette. You and your brother can just consider it paying for the debts your father evaded."

He stretched out his arm, aiming the rock cannonball at Mughal's forehead.

"Stay away from me! You're a bad guy!"

Suddenly, Mulgore leaped up, shoving Rudius to the ground. The rock cannonball in Rudius's hand shattered into several small clods of earth that scattered on the ground.

Rudeus stood up, brushed the snow off his body, and quickly gathered magic in his hands. He glanced back and felt that Lilith's gaze was particularly piercing.

"boom!"

Before Rudius could react, a blast of air burst through the forest, creating a cloud of snow and mist. A huge gap, several meters wide, lay across the forest, littered with broken trees.

The snowflakes blown by the wind cut into people's faces like blades, even making it impossible for them to open their eyes. Magic that can reach this level is at least of the advanced level, but the event happened so suddenly that Rudius could not distinguish what kind of magic it was. He did not have the time to figure out what kind of magic the other party was using.

"Are you alright, Lilith?" Rudeus called out in Lilith's direction.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Upon hearing Lilith's reply, Rudeus looked in the direction of Mulgore again.

"You're a bad person too! I won't go with you!"

"I'm here to save you, or it will be too late."

The voice coming from the snow and mist belonged to a girl, whom Rudius knew very well.

"Silphie?"

Rudeus unleashed his magic to break through the fog, revealing a familiar girl.

Her eyes were wine-red, and her ears were slender and long. The only difference was that there were a few strands of white hair in her long emerald green hair, which were very eye-catching.

She held a golden magic wand in her hand, a gift from Rudius in the past.

“Silphie? Did you do that? And your hair?” Rudeus asked.

"I'm sorry, Rudy, could you spare his life? Look at him, he's gone mad, he won't do anything that would endanger us."

Hilfi's answer was somewhat irrelevant; she looked at Rudeus nervously, her tone more like a plea.

"Are you kidding me? You're not like that, Silphie."

Rudeus was somewhat puzzled. He quickly gathered magic power in his hands and walked towards Mulgore behind Sylphie.

“Rudy, you’re not like that... Rudy wouldn’t lay a hand on innocent people…”

Hilfi stood in front of Mulgore, her magic wand gleaming.

"Are you really still the same Rudy...?"

"I always have been."

Rudeus's icy tone sent a chill down Sylphie's spine, and the rising murderous intent in his eyes felt all too familiar to her.

"Rudy...I..."

"Silphie, are you pointing a magic wand at me?"

"Rudy, don't do this..."

"Silphiette! How dare you point a magic wand at me?!"

boom!

A rock cannonball was fired, the shockwave grazing Sylphie's cheek and blasting the head of the Mulgore behind her into pieces. The headless corpse fell straight onto the snow, the steaming blood melting the snow and splattering blood that stained Sylphie's white coat.