Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 147: Troll.(2)

In a remote bubble world of the immortal plane, a delicate beauty with flowing violet hair could be found playing the zither. Her slender fingers plucked at the strings with an elegant grace, producing a mesmerizing tale of grand adventures and tall aspirations.

At that moment, the Sparkling Zither Pavilion was filled with a crowd of people, but there wasn’t a drop of sound outside the plucking of these strings. They all seemed to have completely lost their minds in the story she was weaving, unable to extricate themselves.

The truth was that there were many other beauties in this place, some of them could even be found on the laps of these patrons. But, the most attention they received was an absentminded hand pinching at their plump butts or slipping into the deep ravines of their cleavage. And, even then, these experienced women could easily tell that the men who took such bold, perverted actions were secretly pretending that the sensitive body parts they touched were actually those of another woman entirely.

It was at that moment that another man suddenly appeared. The entry of another so late into the game, despite the fact he didn’t truly make any noise, filled them all with displeasure. Even though all he had done was walk through a door, they still felt that he had already ruined the atmosphere. Let alone walk, most of them didn’t even dare to breathe too hard for fear that her magical fingers would stop.

However, if this made them angry, then what happened next was several levels more infuriating.

“What the hell are you doing here?” The man said without reserve, drowning out the music. “I set you free, yet you end up in a brothel? I hope you have a good explanation, or else I’ll kill you now.”

The words of the young man were emotionless, but there was a cold edge to them that felt like an ice blade piercing into their hearts.

The music stopped abruptly and one of the strings of the beauty’s zither broke, filling the air with a TWANG sound that travelled through their bones.

Amethyst felt as though she had been frozen in time. The weight on her chest right now made her feel as though an elephant was stomping down on her. There was no emotion in the voice she had just heard, she could even feel the killing intent, but it was exactly this that made shivers run down her spine.

Murdering on a whim… controlling life without a thought…. killing to the point of apathy…

Her fingers uncontrollably trembled and a cold sweat fell down her delicate back. Even if she wanted to speak now, she had no ability to do so.

Of course, she recognized the young man. Who else could it be if not Dyon?

She had believed that this young man was running and would never dare show his face out in the open like this, but never could she have imagined that he would come here and so casually at that. He didn’t seem to care that the void coalition had set a bounty on his head.

As for Dyon himself, his words really weren’t a bluff. If Amethyst didn’t have a good explanation for her actions, he really would kill her without a thought.

He wasn’t some mad man. It wasn’t as though he went around to brothels in his free time, slaughtering women who made their own choices simply because he didn’t like it. Quite frankly, he simply didn’t care what these women did. It had nothing to do with him.

But, Amethyst was different. As far as he was concerned, she was no longer representing herself alone, she was representing his wife. By laws of seniority, she was half a master to his wife.

His wife’s master? Working in a brothel?

She was better off dead.

Dyon didn’t care if she was a ‘high class’ prostitute that only sold her talents. When had his, Dyon Sacharro’s wife, have to sell herself, in any way, to anyone? If the master had to do so, wouldn’t that imply that the disciple had to do so as well?

Anyone who even completed such thoughts only deserved a death sentence in Dyon’s opinion. And, the person who caused such thoughts to brew was even more responsible.

It could only be said that after awakening his memories, Dyon had become several times more conservative. In the past, though Madeleine hadn’t sold herself, she had still been the boss of a similar establishment due to her connection with the Flaming Lily Sect.

Back then, Dyon hadn’t had any weird feelings about it. He hadn’t even spared it a second thought.

This was only natural. The version of himself with slumbering memories was raised in the mortal world. In such a place, even a wife having a few partners before settling down with the man she loved the most wasn’t a weird occurrence. In fact, it was encouraged in many parts of the world. As a result, Dyon was more free thinking and open minded.

However, it was almost impossible for a few hundred years’ worth of memories to override trillions.

As far as Dyon was concerned, he had already given those memories enough face. Had he not had those memories of the mortal world, he would have destroyed this Sparkling Zither Pavilion and massacred everyone in it first before he even began to question Amethyst to decide whether or not she should follow them to their deaths..

In his mind, they should be grateful for his magnanimity.

“I…. I… I…”

Amethyst felt so stifled that she began to cry like a toddler, unable to finish her words.