Don't Give Me the Chance to Show Off

Lynn smiled faintly.

This wind was called the Wind of Serenity.

It was a special ability inherent to the King of Secret Source.

The Wind of Serenity could bypass all physical matter and directly affect a person's soul, causing them to fall into a deep sleep.

This was also the reason why Nanako and the others had fallen asleep so quickly.

However, after realizing it was the King of Secret Source, Lynn felt a sense of relief.

A thousand years ago, he and the King of Secret Source had been true allies, the main forces fighting against the descent of the gods.

Lynn naturally had a deep understanding of the King of Secret Source.

As the highest controller of the Secret Source, a being that had existed since ancient times, his personality was surprisingly gentle and approachable, without any trace of brutality.

For those mortals who accidentally offended him,

His harshest punishment was to turn them into pigs, and after he felt it was enough, he would change them back.

It wasn't so much a punishment as a kind of prank.

Compared to those ancient beings who would often reduce people to ashes with a single action, he was undoubtedly a gentle existence.

So when he saw the girls turned into pigs in Winter Spring Valley,

Lynn immediately thought of him.

This was also the reason he had come here.

[Judging by the aura, it's definitely him, but something feels off. His state seems a bit unusual.]

Lynn pondered.

He turned around, intending to go out and investigate.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt faint footsteps coming from downstairs.

His heart stirred, and the corner of his mouth lifted.

[Hehehe, isn't this the Holy Church's people? Interesting.]

[It seems the force that shielded the Wind of Serenity earlier was indeed from the Holy Church.]

[Are they planning to strike while we're asleep and target Master Loli and the others?]

[Not bad, quite an idea.]

...

Outside the door.

Two knights swiftly moved to either side of the entrance, gripping their blades and signaling cautiously to those behind them.

"Marshal, should we make our move?"

Marshal's eyes narrowed, and he said heavily, "Do it!"

Boom—

The two knights kicked the door open in an instant.

A dozen knights behind them stormed in, their blades reflecting the dim light in the room as they filed in.

Alex, though hesitant, still followed and charged in.

But the moment they entered, they immediately stopped.

In the room,

A man dressed in a black robe with a large hood sat in a chair, flipping through a book by the light of a lamp.

As if completely unperturbed by their sudden intrusion.

The atmosphere in the room instantly fell silent.

Marshal frowned.

His gaze swept around the room and then landed on the bed concealed by curtains.

Without a word, he raised his sword and moved towards it.

"If I were you, I wouldn't act rashly."

Lynn tapped his temple and said with a smile,

"Otherwise, you might end up in a very bad situation."

At these words, Marshal abruptly turned back, his eyes narrowing as he stared at him,

"Who are you?"

Lynn flipped a page in his book and said, "Isn't that question better asked by me? Do you know the consequences of barging into someone else's room?"

His voice was exceptionally calm, showing no signs of disturbance despite being surrounded by dozens of fully armed knights.

Marshal stared at him, his hand slowly gripping the hilt of his sword.

"Marshal..." Alex hesitated, "You said that outside the church, everyone would be affected by that curse wind... So this person..."

Marshal said coldly, "I don't know. Maybe he was just lucky."

No.

It shouldn't be just luck that he wasn't affected.

Although this man gave off no aura, for some reason, he exuded a feeling of extreme danger.

As if the one he was facing wasn't a human, but some ancient beast...

"Are you also a mage from Winter Spring Valley?" Marshal asked darkly.

Lynn, focused on his novel, smirked and said, "What, do you have a grudge against the mages of Winter Spring Valley?"

Marshal said indifferently, "Those mages provided us with fake potions and nearly caused the deaths of over a hundred of our warriors. What do you think?"

At these words,

Lynn couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He closed his book, crossed his legs, faced them, and propped his chin with a smile,

"Provided? Should I say you stole them?"

"You stole our half-finished potions and now want to come after us? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard in this world, hahaha!"

At these words, the surrounding knights immediately became furious.

Lynn teased, "So, is your butt still hurting? If it is, I do have some special medicine here. Want to buy some for external use? As for the effect, I can't guarantee it."

Seeing that mocking gaze,

Marshal instantly recalled the unforgettable scene from noon.

Hundreds of burly men grunting and performing some terrible actions...

Marshal was almost instantly triggered by this remark.

His face turned crimson with anger.

His fingers clenched with a crackling sound.

Even the area behind him felt like it was about to split open.

Lynn was taken aback and chuckled, "No way, are you getting angry already? Don't, if it's just been stitched up, getting angry might make it split again. If it splits too much, it really won't be able to be stitched back."

Lynn spread his hands and smiled brightly, "Of course, if you welded it shut with wire, then disregard what I said."

At these words,

Marshal's face turned red with fury, his eyes wide with anger.

Seeing his expression, Lynn paused and hesitated, "Wait, you didn't really weld it shut with wire, did you?"

Marshal's whole body trembled.

Then he immediately felt the strange looks from his subordinates.

He was so angry that his entire body shook.

But just at that moment,

Clang—

A sound of metal snapping.

Instantly, the entire room fell silent.

A small piece of wire fell from behind him with a clink, extremely conspicuous.

"..."

"..."

"Hahahahahaha!" Lynn finally burst out laughing, slapping the table and saying,

"You are truly the most amazing person I've ever met. I can't believe you actually used wire! Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?! And when you poop, would it come out in a grid?! Hahahahahaha!"

Lynn's piercing laughter echoed throughout the room.

Marshal's mind immediately conjured up an image of a grid-like poop.

"I... I... I..."

He was trembling all over.

Especially that piercing laughter, it was like a series of slaps across his face!

This is too much!

It's absolutely too much!!

"I'm going to kill you!!"

He roared, instantly drawing his blade and slashing towards Lynn's head.

Since childhood, Marshal had never suffered such ridicule.

In an instant,

His blade was only five centimeters away from Lynn's head.

He seemed to have already seen this man's head rolling to the ground.

But in the next moment,

Clang—

A loud clang.

Two fingers lightly blocked his slashing blade. The moment the blade hit those two fingers, it shattered into countless fragments.

His face immediately showed an expression of utter shock.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding knights also changed color, almost instinctively drawing their blades.

Click—

Click—

Click—

A series of loud sounds.

At the instant they drew their blades, Lynn snapped his fingers lightly.

The blades in their hands immediately cracked with countless fissures and then exploded, turning into countless fragments.

Tap tap tap—

The crowd retreated in panic, their faces instantly turning pale.

Lynn took a deep breath and said, "Don't give me the chance to show off, I'm afraid I can't control myself."