Chapter 132: Blasphemy (Teaser)

During the drive home, it started raining. There was a traffic accident up ahead, involving a sedan that had collided with a truck. It was not very serious, and the two drivers were negotiating in the rain.

Because the road was temporarily blocked, Karon stopped the car to wait and rolled down the window. A few raindrops drifted in, bringing a cool freshness into the cabin laced with chill.

“We’re still a bit weak,” Karon said.

“Young Master, your progress is already terrifying.”

“Not enough.”

“Young Master…”

Karon raised his hand. “It’s fine. I’m just letting my thoughts wander. No need to comfort me.”

“Yes, Young Master. Actually, I have similar feelings. If I could become stronger, even stronger, you could be more composed when handling matters.”

“Mm, yes. But if you had been stronger when I met you for the first time, I might not have been able to break free from Ms. Molly’s mouth. My soul probably would have been bitten apart and swallowed.”

“If we go with that possibility, Young Master, then if I had been weaker back then, Sir Tiz might not have thought highly of me either.”

“So we met at just the right time.”

“It was fate’s arrangement, it was Your will.”

“Do you remember the first time I saw you? It was in Ms. Molly’s house. I was sitting on the bed and you appeared in front of me. Oh right, Mrs. Hughes was about to kill me at the time.”

“Actually, your subordinate arrived early that day. I stood at the courtyard gate for quite a while.”

“You should have come up sooner. I was genuinely frightened by Mrs. Hughes at that time. But do you know what my first reaction was when I saw you?”

“This subordinate doesn’t know.”

“I thought your outfit and styling were so damn saucy.”[1]

Karon used the word “saucy” in his original language, because for a moment he felt only that word had the strongest descriptive force and fit best, but when the word reached Alfred’s ears, it struck like thunder. He sharply caught that it was a word from that mysterious ancient language.

Alfred asked with immense excitement, “Young Master, are you bestowing an epithet upon me?”

This was similar to how some kings in history had...

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