NABC Chapter 177 Sword Girl MVP
Chapter 177 Sword Girl MVP
Chapter 177 Sword Girl MVP
Upon hearing the princess's words, Gebu immediately began to ponder. He secretly glanced around out of the corner of his eye and noticed that as the princess left the ballroom, at least six Faceless Guards set off together, with two following at a distance, watching Gebu's every move.
Having just escaped from the vulture's grasp, it jumped into the princess's bowl. Life is so hard.
However, Gebu wouldn't give up easily. Through the mask, he could hardly discern the princess's expression. From her words, it seemed she held no particular respect for the witch hunters, almost dismissing them—she was more concerned with not having anyone spoil her fun.
Geb was speechless for a moment. In front of goblins, he could spout nonsense and say whatever he wanted.
In front of the old priest, he could go along with the priest's preconceived notions and say what he wanted to hear, making him unconsciously stand with Geb.
During this journey, Gebu learned that you should speak human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts. If you can speak to people's hearts and make them happy, then you've already accomplished half the task.
However, the woman before him was the most powerful person in the city of Martina at that moment, without exception.
Fame, status, beauty, and wealth.
How do you please someone who has everything?
Seeing that the halfling was speechless for a long time, Princess Hilian let out a soft snort, as if she was a little impatient.
"I didn't initially think there was anything between you and that witch hunter, but your hesitant manner has piqued my curiosity," the woman said slowly. "Think carefully before you speak, halfling. Your next words will determine your fate."
These words, as light as a feather, resonated like thunder. The guards behind the two instantly became alert, placing their hands on their weapons and slowly approaching.
"Well----"
Gebu's forehead was slightly sweaty. Just as he was thinking about his next words, a commotion suddenly came from the spiral staircase.
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"Grab that woman!" a male voice shouted.
"Hurry up, Dove!" came a series of female voices.
Geb's ears twitched. He didn't recognize the first voice, but the second one sounded familiar—it was the poet Yvette.
Tap tap tap tap. The sound of hurried footsteps rushing down the stairs.
Princess Hilian looked up toward the stairs, and four guards immediately rushed over and blocked her way.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the woman with the knife, her long dress torn and her feet bare, ran down the stairs rather undignifiedly. She looked down at her feet, then braced herself against the stair railing and laboriously jumped down from a height of two meters, landing on her knees like an acrobat. She rolled over, stood still, dusted herself off, ran her hand through her hair, and looked up. She was startled to see the faceless guards standing before her, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Fuck you, Buck!" the woman blurted out.
Princess Hilian gasped, startled by the woman's rudeness.
"You are before Her Majesty the Princess, watch your mouth!" a faceless guard scolded, taking a step forward to slap the woman with the knife. The mercenary did not tolerate him at all, twisting the man's wrist with lightning speed, kicking him to the ground with a sweeping leg, and then kneeling down, pressing her knee against his chest, subduing the man on the ground.
"Let him go!"
The remaining guards immediately drew their short swords and surrounded the woman with the sword! Doffin's warrior instincts were instantly awakened. She pulled a short sword from the waist of a fallen guard, held it in her hand, pressed the blade against the man's neck, and roared fiercely at the guards through gritted teeth.
"Get back where you left! Or I'll slit his trachea!"
"You dare!" the guards shouted without any politeness, their gleaming blades poised to strike.
"Calm down!" Geb's voice rang in the swordswoman's mind! These words were not meant for the guards, but were directed at the swordswoman herself.
The guards wouldn't do anything—they wouldn't dare spoil the princess's mood like that. But the swordswoman was different; once she got angry, she really would saw the unfortunate man's head off.
Upon hearing Geb's voice, Dove's pupils dilated instantly.
"Gebu?!" the woman blurted out.
Oh no, we're doomed.
Gebton sensed something was wrong—couldn't you have just used teleportation to reply?! You had to say it out loud! Now look what's happened, we've got them all caught!
The goblin wizard was already trying to figure out how to cover up his identity, and now a swordswoman has appeared—how is he going to get away with this!
Through the guards, Princess Hilian glanced at the disheveled, grim-faced female mercenary, then looked down at the nervous-looking Geb. The halfling's gaze met Hilian's.
From the pair of eyes peeking out from behind the princess's mask, Gebu sensed three parts surprise and seven parts curiosity.
Wait a moment----
Geb remembered what the woman had just said: How boring it is to take off the mask so quickly.
Princess, since you want to hear something interesting—
Gebu's expression suddenly changed, from tense to calm, as if he no longer cared about his situation.
"Hey, Doffin." The halfling stepped out from among the guards and slowly said to the swordswoman, who was in a state of shock, "Put down your sword—what kind of behavior is this in front of Princess Hilen?"
The woman with the sword brightened when she saw that Gebu was unharmed, and breathed a sigh of relief. She lifted the blade from the man's neck. Only then did she notice the masked woman behind the group, and she looked at Gebu with surprise, murmuring, "Shiren—Princess Shiren?"
"Your Highness, I am very sorry. Please allow me to introduce my companion, Dophanis." Geb bowed respectfully to the princess.
The swordswoman finally realized what was happening, released the guard, took a half step back, and knelt on one knee.
"—In the name of the rose, under the protection of the Lord, Thuns' Dofenennis pays you the highest respect, Your Highness."
The guards, now free, quickly got up from the ground, enraged, and went to grab the swordswoman—but were stopped by the princess's words.
"Don't touch her."
"Yes, Your Highness!" The guard immediately stopped and knelt on one knee.
A subtle silence descended upon the crowd. The guards, the swordswoman, and Gebu dared not even breathe loudly. Everyone looked at the only person whose words carried weight and spoke: Princess Xilian.
The woman took a slow, deep breath and then walked towards the swordswoman: "—Your Highness, please be careful—" the guard warned, kneeling on one knee.
Helena ignored him completely and walked straight up to the woman with the sword. Doffin remained kneeling, head bowed, watching the woman's toes appear before him.
"Turns, do, fen, en, ni, s." Shiren gently placed the name of the swordswoman on the tip of her tongue, spitting it out one word at a time, like bubbles escaping on the surface of wine.
Helena's left index finger bent naturally and lightly traced across Doffin's sharp chin, then rested on the tip of her chin, lifting her face.
The princess's dark eyes, as clear as water, met the swordswoman's grey-blue irises.
"You won't hurt me, will you, Dove?"
The swordswoman had never seen anything like it before. For a moment, she was lost in the woman's mesmerizing gaze. After a long while, she remembered to reply: "—Of course not, Your Highness." The female mercenary released her grip, letting the short sword fall to the ground.
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Just then, a guard rushed down the stairs, shouting as he ran, "Catch her—catch her! She's the one causing trouble on the second floor—"
Upon seeing Princess Hilen, the swordswoman, and the others, the guard swallowed back the words he was about to say and hurriedly knelt down to pay his respects.
"Speak, finish what you have to say," Hilian said calmly. "What happened upstairs?"
"Your Highness—just now, this lady was fighting with a group of male guests on the second floor—"
"You mean, several men assaulted a female customer, and your reaction was to arrest the victim?"
"No—that's not how it happened, Your Highness. This woman—this female guest beat them up terribly—"
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"Enough." Hilian waved her hand impatiently. "Get these troublemakers out of here. I don't want to hear about this again."
The guard wanted to say something more, but after thinking about it, he decided to keep his words to himself and bowed his head in agreement.
yes."
Princess Hilian waved her hand, dismissing the guards. She then turned her attention back to Geb. Seeing his chance, the halfling quickly stepped forward and said, "I can explain all this to you, Your Highness. I assure you, this story is worth hearing."
"Yes, you've piqued my interest, Geb. That's your name, isn't it?"
"That's right."
"Come with me, and bring your beautiful (and delicious) companion." Shirley's gaze lingered on the swordswoman's body for a moment, her eyebrows slightly raised. Dove, oblivious to her surroundings, completely missed the signal.
"Gebu, for your safety and that of your companions, I sincerely hope your story can save this boring night."
Princess Hilen walked at the front, forbidding the guards from following her up to the second floor, so only the swordswoman and Geb accompanied her. Upon reaching the stairwell, Geb remembered the anti-magic field leading to the third-floor stairwell, excused himself to use the restroom, and found a window. He then had his magical pet, carrying a dimensional bag, fly up to wait for him. The bathrooms on each floor of the building were on the same vertical line, facilitating drainage; the magical pet only needed to fly a short distance to reach the third-floor bathroom.
Geb anticipated that his thousand-face mask might temporarily malfunction, so he deliberately covered his ears and hid them inside his top hat. Then he put the fox mask on tightly, pulled up the collar of his shirt, and tied it up to ensure that not a single bit of skin was exposed.
After everything was ready, Geb rejoined the two women. Shirley chatted casually with the mercenary, her eyes fixed intently on the swordswoman's features, as if she enjoyed her company.
Tsk tsk. This guy's got a problem. Could it be that he's taken a liking to my poor, weak female warrior?
The princess was about ten years older than the swordswoman, and her tone always carried a nonchalant, languid air, as if nothing could pique her interest. The swordswoman, on the other hand, was noticeably reserved; her usual fiery temper was nowhere to be seen, replaced by impeccable politeness. She didn't know what to say, or what not to say, and simply responded with "uh-huhs." She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Gebu return.
Geb apologized to the two men, and the three of them continued up the stairs.
"Well done, Blade Girl!" Geb transmitted.
"What did I do?!" The swordswoman turned to look at Geb and replied using a teleportation spell.
"Keep up the good work!" Gebu gave a thumbs up.
"So what did I do?!"
"Let's win over the princess; wealth and glory await us tonight!"
"You can speak human language, goblin!"
After mentally mocking the swordswoman, Gebu couldn't help but marvel at his good fortune—it was fortunate that Princess Xilian had a fondness for the swordswoman, which bought him some time.
However, Princess Hilian was still waiting for a reasonable explanation—why the witch hunters were targeting her, and why she had come to the ball.
The most convincing lie is the truth.
Nine parts truth, one part falsehood.
What should I say? Gebu pondered as he walked.
First of all, the princess wouldn't care about the internal strife within the Gray Raven Society; such matters are beneath her notice.
She wouldn't care whether the peacock lived or died—but the fact that the peacock and the Rat King were going to kill each other at her ball would definitely displease the princess.
So, in Gebu's story, the Rat King must be good, and the Peacock must be bad—the bad peacock is going to cause trouble at the ball, showing no respect for the princess at all, isn't that deserving of death?
Secondly, the princess had no liking for witch hunters. In fact, the church could not possibly approve of Hilian's frequent appearances in such places of entertainment.
It seems that the New Kingdom is different from the Old Kingdom; the church here doesn't have that much power to control the royal family.
Is there an opportunity? Speak ill of the witch hunters to Hilian; they've joined forces with the Grey Ravens to eliminate dissidents and even challenge the princess's authority!
Good heavens, the more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes. Gebu was startled by his own thoughts. After all, witch hunters were directly under the church; to think he could cast them into the abyss with just a few words was far too simplistic.
Your focus should be on the peacock, not the vulture.
What can't be said?
I am a goblin, I am a wizard, I know magic —
These are absolutely forbidden to be touched.
Unbeknownst to them, Gebu arrived at the stairwell where he had been blocked earlier. Xilian walked straight in, and the guards wisely stepped aside and knelt on one knee to pay their respects.
The swordswoman followed the princess inside, and it was Geb's turn. The goblin wizard was extremely nervous. He straightened his collar again, making sure not an inch of skin was exposed, before cautiously stepping inside.
Being silenced from magic is truly unbearable, as if the blood has congealed in the veins—Gebu gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the torment.
But nothing happened.
Geb didn't feel the oppressive feeling he had when he stepped into the stairwell. Had the anti-magic device been turned off?
Who did it, and when? Did I make a mistake?
No, that feeling was absolutely true.
Geb scanned the ascending steps suspiciously, trying to find any trace of the anti-magic device, but found nothing.
If detection magic were used, it might be possible to find magical auras—unfortunately, there is currently no time or place for Gebu to perform the ritual.
As the three of them stepped onto the third floor, a misty, humid air entered their nostrils, the water rippled, and the sound of flowing water filled their ears.
"By Rose, Your Highness, and Your Excellency, please follow us indoors to change."
The head maid, accompanied by several other maids, bowed to Xilian and the swordswoman.
"Ah, do I really have to take my clothes off?" The woman instinctively covered her chest, her cheeks flushing.
"This guest is quite joking. How can you take a bath while dressed?" the head maid said with a smile.
At the same time, two maids approached Gebu, one of whom smiled and said, "Honorable sir, please follow us to the other side to change your clothes."
Geb quickly touched his ears to confirm that he was still a halfling. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the swordswoman looking at him with pleading eyes, being pulled and coaxed by the maids towards the dressing room on the other side. Hilian followed behind unhurriedly, a barely perceptible smug smile on her face.
Gebu gave the swordswoman a thumbs-up, then sent a message to the flustered swordswoman.
"come on!"
"Add you my ass, you goblin! rnmasdng#?!"