Chapter 405: Fifty-three What if my next target is Hewinia? (7K)_3
Ogg’s body stiffened again.
He slowly turned his head and saw that Cesar was already sitting on the other side of the table, now smiling at him, “Good evening, Ogg, I thought you had gone back to the dorm. I was prepared to spend the night here alone.”
“…The academy is sealed off,” Ogg said. “I can’t go back to the dorm, so I have to stay here.”
“I see,” Cesar smiled. “That’s good. We can continue our conversation, like we did a few days ago.”
Ogg gazed at Cesar and, after a moment’s hesitation, still spoke up, “I heard about what happened in the academy.”
“You killed those people,” Ogg said. “You are not Daniel. From the beginning, you killed Daniel and came to see me in his identity.”
“Well… how should I put it? It surprises me that you only figured this out now,” Cesar tilted his head. “If I were you, I would have been suspicious the moment I came to you. Didn’t you ever wonder why a Golden Note from the Taichu family would bother with you, a little Copper Sound from the Seed District?”
Ogg pursed his lips tightly
“To be frank, you don’t have anything that would catch my eye now,” Cesar continued with a smile. “But still, I chose to approach you. Do you know why?”
Cesar didn’t mind and continued, “It’s simple because over a decade ago when I was studying in this academy, I was sitting in your position, doing the same job. Librarian… Of course, more accurately described as Night Watchman, since realistically, with your identity, you shouldn’t manage any affairs, even these books which are worth much more than you.”
“Besides, I also came from the Seed District.”
“So when I saw you, I was actually quite happy, like… seeing myself from ten years ago.”
Ogg shook his head: “I am not like you; I wouldn’t do such things.”
“Heh, that’s another point that disappoints me,” Cesar said. “Ogg, do you know why, throughout the history of this academy, it’s always been people like us, from poor origins and just notes, who become the Night Watchmen? Why entrust such a critical place laden with so much forbidden knowledge to us?”
“It’s simple, just as it’s safer and more secure to entrust expensive paintings to illiterate servants than to a more skilled and seasoned butler.”
“In their eyes, a Copper Sound isn’t even a Player; there’s no need to worry about us stealing a glance or trying to learn.”
“Look how arrogant that is,” Cesar said with a smile. “Given that, why shouldn’t I prove them wrong? Let them see exactly what sort of things someone like me can do.”
“Just for that, you’re going to kill them all?”
“You still don’t understand, Ogg.” Cesar slowly stood up, looking down at Ogg with a mix of ridicule and pity in his eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something more, but then he shook his head as if giving up, “Talking too much is pointless. Our conversation has made one thing even clearer to me. I… I’m the anomaly. The world has far more of your kind, rightfully to be devoured by me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, an icy voice rang out, “Oh, is that so?”
Then, a line of blood quickly appeared across Cesar’s chest.
Cesar raised an eyebrow.
“Pfft,” a huge spray of blood burst from his chest.
At the same time, a series of “thuds” sounded. A bizarre melody emanated from all directions, and waves of magic light rippled like ripples under Cesar’s feet.
The magic light split into two parts: one quickly turned into ferocious hounds that bit into Cesar’s body.
The other part took on human form and swiftly solidified into two living people.
The leader was an older Player, who was holding up his magic wand. After uttering an indistinct melody, the wand suddenly swelled into a giant Magic Hammer.
The younger Player’s wand, on the other hand, transformed into a Magic Giant Sword.
Swinging horizontally, the Magic Giant Sword immediately bifurcated Cesar’s body.
The lower half was torn into pieces by the magic hounds, while the upper half was fully smashed by the Magic Hammer, instantly becoming minced meat.
Everything happened too fast; in just a few breaths, Cesar who had been looking down on him was nothing but a puddle of mush.
Next, with a “bang,” he too was forcefully pressed onto the table.
“Don’t move,” the person holding him down said in a deep female voice.
Ogg barely lifted his head and saw a female Player not much older than him.
The other two Players looked over, and the female Player said, “He’s just an unlucky Night Watchman.”
The younger male Player glanced at Ogg, nodded without saying anything, and the older Player didn’t even give Ogg a look, just gazing at the remains on the ground, and said in a mocking tone, “I thought he was someone formidable. Zel, that old man, is no good, to be killed by such a person.”
“Perhaps there was some hidden trick,” said the younger male Player. “But we didn’t give him a chance to use it. It’s just a pity that the music score was also damaged.”