“Why Did You Piss Him Off? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey!”

Chapter 13: Are You Deliberately Picking a Fight?

Early in the morning, Viktor leaned against the carriage, bored, waiting for Gwen to come out of her house.

Gwen had just pushed open the door, holding a slender silver sword in her hand.

She was going for her morning practice.

As soon as she stepped out, she looked up and saw Viktor's carriage.

Gwen was momentarily stunned.

At the same time, Viktor, leaning against the carriage, nodded at her.

Gwen: "..."

He came so early?

Feeling it would be impolite to let him stand outside, Gwen thought for a moment and said to Viktor:

"Want to practice?"

"I'm a mage," Viktor replied flatly, staring at the thin silver sword in her hand.

Gwen's face turned bright red. She turned her head away and let out a small "Oh."

"Come in first, then."

With that, she ran off to the training ground to begin her morning practice.

Viktor, feeling a bit bored, stood by the training ground, watching her intently.

A knight's morning practice was nothing more than swinging and chopping with a sword to train the body.

And practicing various combat techniques, repeating them over and over.

Gwen swung her sword for a while, feeling a bit embarrassed under his gaze, and couldn't help but explain:

"Knights need to train every day, day after day."

"I didn't ask you," Viktor replied.

Gwen: "..."

So one person watched while the other practiced, in wordless silence.

After her morning practice, Gwen wiped the sweat from her forehead and was about to pick up the water pouch beside her to take a sip and replenish her fluids.

A leisurely voice came from the side.

"Drinking water immediately after intense exercise isn't good for your body."

"..."

Gwen put down the water pouch, feeling that if she drank the water, Viktor would probably nag her again.

What was wrong with him today? Was he having some kind of episode?

After the morning practice came breakfast time.

Gwen looked at Viktor, hesitated for a moment, and asked:

"Have you eaten?"

"No," Viktor answered her concisely.

Gwen: "... Then let's eat together."

Hearing her invitation, Viktor immediately set off, walking into the mansion a step ahead, his face unruffled and his heart unperturbed.

Gwen: "..."

She tried to scrutinize Viktor with her sense of justice, but all of his actions and words were honest.

"Strange," Gwen muttered, shaking her head to rid her mind of those unfounded thoughts.

In the dining room, Viktor elegantly cut his food with a knife and slowly brought it to his mouth with a fork.

Gwen ate while watching Viktor eat.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Viktor was truly pleasing to the eye. Even just sitting beside him watching him eat gave her a feeling of increased appetite.

His behavior and manners were the epitome of elegance.

If Viktor didn't count as nobility, then perhaps there were no true nobles in this world.

Comparing herself, despite being a girl, she seemed somewhat rough when eating.

Gwen felt a bit dejected, yet also puzzled.

How could such a proper and elegant nobleman do such a foolish thing that showed no understanding of propriety?

She was, of course, referring to his confession to the underage daughter of the Duke.

"..."

Well, it had nothing to do with her anyway.

Viktor had said he would handle these matters.

After they finished breakfast, Gwen put on her knight's armor.

The silver-white armor made her skin appear even more snow-white and delicate, and her exquisite, perfect face carried a cold, aloof quality.

She looked like a Valkyrie who had stepped out of the ice.

As for Viktor, looking at the white horse Gwen was leading, he asked a question.

"Do I need to ride a horse too?"

Gwen suddenly remembered that Viktor was a mage, and it wouldn't be possible for him to walk such a long journey.

How careless! She hadn't considered this point.

In Gwen's memory, Viktor had never ridden a horse before.

What should she do? Did they have to share a horse?

While Gwen was struggling internally for quite a while, Viktor had already asked a servant from Gwen's household to go to the stable and bring out a horse suitable for long-distance travel.

A knight's family never lacked for excellent horses.

Gwen saw him preparing to mount another horse and was about to speak, but then she saw Viktor very skillfully flip onto the horse's back in one smooth motion.

"So you can ride a horse. You don't look like a novice."

Viktor didn't respond to her, after all, Gwen could discern the truth in words.

The less said, the better.

However, Gwen was quite right. Viktor indeed wasn't a novice.

He was a professional player.

In the game, he had even ridden dragons before.

The two of them set off on the road, one in front and one behind.

Gwen had to report to the Knights' Order first, so Viktor just followed behind her.

The two didn't say a word on the way, but Gwen felt it wasn't very natural.

She looked back at Viktor, who still had his usual calm poker face. Feeling Gwen's gaze, he turned his eyes to meet hers.

Gwen quickly turned her head back.

Seeing her look away, Viktor continued to admire the scenery along the road.

When they arrived at the Knights' Order, the knights for this expedition were already prepared and waiting for orders.

Dozens of people stood in a row, awaiting Gwen's command.

At this moment, Gwen standing at the front reminded him of the powerful and perfect Grand Knight he had seen in the game before.

Equally spirited and valiant.

Gwen, as usual, first had the Knights' Order drill, and after the drill, Gwen stood on the platform and addressed the knights:

"The accompanying image we applied for last time has been found. I believe some of you already know him."

Gwen stepped back, gesturing for Viktor to come up and show his face.

Receiving the invitation, Viktor unhurriedly walked onto the viewing platform.

Viktor Kravina!

At this moment, almost all the knights flashed this name in their minds.

His infamous reputation was well-known, and there wasn't a single self-proclaimed righteous knight who didn't know of him.

Everyone hated this villain, and if possible, they would all like to give Viktor a good fight.

But undeniably, after seeing him in person, the knights all became a bit flustered.

They took back their previous arrogant words. That was a third-level mage!

If he were to suddenly start killing people here, who could stop him?

Perhaps Grand Knight Gwen could try.

But rumor had it that Knight Commander Gwen was engaged to him...

The knights became even more reverent towards Viktor.

Viktor, seeing these knights showing him great respect, although his face remained expressionless, felt a bit stifled inside.

He had thought there would be some face-slapping scenes, such as the knights disrespecting him, causing controversy, and then he could reasonably teach them a lesson, demonstrate his power, and establish his authority.

Now it seemed he had thought too much.

As a villain who struck fear into people's hearts, his mere existence was enough to command respect.

Vega, perched on his shoulder, was silent for a moment before commenting:

"You were really looking forward to such an outrageous development?"

"Just wanted some fun, otherwise it's too boring," Viktor replied.

Gwen recounted the number of people once more, and finding no issues, was about to announce their departure.

Suddenly, a childish voice rang out, and a small boy in armor, clearly young in both height and age, came running over carrying a sword.

"Sister Gwen! You forgot your sword!" he shouted as he ran.

The sword was about the same size as him, and the hilt covered his eyes.

As a result, unable to see the path, he tripped over a stone.

Thud, he fell.

"Ah!"

The silver sword flew out, its tip pointing directly at Viktor.

All the knights were startled. If that thing couldn't be dodged, it could be fatal!

They were about to warn him when they saw Viktor extend his hand.

What was he doing? Was he going to use magic?

"Don't! It has strong magic resistance," Gwen shouted urgently.

However, Viktor still didn't move.

Under everyone's terrified gaze, Viktor's outstretched hand suddenly grabbed one end of the sword.

At the same time, his body made a nimble turn.

The silver sword, which should have flown far, was easily pulled back.

This movement was so smooth and fluid that it left all the knights on the scene stunned.

Viktor casually twirled the sword, leaving the members of the Knights' Order dumbfounded.

What the hell?

Grand Knight Gwen's precious sword was being casually played with in his hands?

Was he really a mage???

Gwen was equally stunned, her body still in the position of reaching out to stop him.

She blinked, looking at Viktor, unable to speak for a long time.

Viktor played with the silver sword in his hand for a while, then returned it to Gwen, very humbly saying "Sorry" in front of her.

"It's been a long time since I've touched this thing, so I played with it a bit."

Gwen looked directly at Viktor, suddenly remembering their conversation from this morning, and said with some resentment:

"You know how to use a sword."

Viktor shrugged, his face expressionless.

"I'm a mage."

Of course, in his heart, he added another sentence.

"A full-time mage."

Seeing the collective shock among the members of the Knights' Order, Vega turned its head to glance at Viktor.

It seemed to understand Viktor's intention.

Because... showing off really felt good.

Gwen snatched back the silver sword and sheathed it, no longer paying attention to him, and issued an order to the Knights' Order:

"All knights! Mount up! We're setting out!"

......

Today was the first day of the prop shop's opening, and Lia was very excited, so she personally presided over the shop today.

At the same time, she had invited many 'industry insiders' to promote it.

However, the effect was not very good.

She sat in the store, watching the mages passing by outside.

Some people saw the few bottles of magic potions displayed on the cabinet outside the door and were quite tempted, but when they saw the prices, they inevitably balked.

"So expensive."

Almost all the passing mages said such words.

Lia wasn't anxious. As long as someone discovered the value of these potions, everything would be fine.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as she had thought.

Instead, it attracted many uninvited guests.

"Is this the shop?"

Lia looked towards the voice and saw several fierce-looking, tattooed thugs outside the door.

She yawned.

Here they come again, troublemakers.

Lia touched the Mage's Hand she wore, a gift from Viktor.

Somehow, at times like this, she actually thought Viktor wasn't so bad.

At least when doing business in the territory, no one ever dared to have designs on the Kravina family's business.

A cold female voice came from behind:

"Do you need me to drive them away, Miss Lia?"

"Better not," Lia said, looking at the menacing ruffians with some pleasure on her face. "If we drive them away, who will help us make a name for ourselves?"

A voice sounded from outside.

"Start smashing!"