Better Late Than Never, Big Brother

It was already night.

A group of tenant farmers were gathered around the main house of Senluo Farm.

In the center of the encirclement was a middle-aged man with his upper body bare.

This person had a sinister expression, a slightly crooked nose, and a ruthless look in his eyes.

Despite being surrounded by so many people, he remained calm and composed.

On the contrary, the majority of the tenant farmers became somewhat agitated, and they repeatedly shouted:

"You injured someone and still want to cause trouble?"

"Yes, yes, does an outsider think he can bother Master Roger?"

"Get out of the manor now! We have no interest in your performance!"

The tenant farmers became increasingly aggressive in their insults.

But the middle-aged man seemed not to hear him and calmly explained, "I don't want to cause trouble."

"I just want to spar with Master Roger. This is a matter between Martial Artist and has nothing to do with you."

At this point, the man glanced coldly at Li Wei, who was groaning in pain on the ground. "You all saw what just happened. He himself said he wanted to spar with me in place of Master Roger. I thought he was a Martial Artist."

"Who knew he was so weak!"

His words thoroughly enraged everyone.

Several young men rolled up their sleeves at the same time, exchanged glances, and prepared to attack each other.

It was at this moment.

The sound of horses' hooves came quickly.

"The patrol captain is here!" someone recognized the newcomer.

A swift shadow approached rapidly.

Before long, a knight wearing light armor dismounted.

He rushed to Li Wei's side and checked his injuries.

After confirming that Li Wei's life was not in immediate danger.

The knight abruptly stood up, drew his longsword with a clang, and pointed it at the middle-aged man, saying, "You have injured a patrolling knight of the Paramount Manor. According to the laws of Dawn Town, I have the right to banish you."

"Decree?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have heard a joke, and his usually expressionless face finally showed some emotion.

Mashu looked at the sword-wielding knight with a mocking expression. "I don't understand what 'law' means."

The knight said coldly, "Then let me help you figure it out."

"Paramount Manor is not one of those messy places outside."

"I know you're strong, but to think you can defy the manor's order all by yourself is just too arrogant, isn't it?"

A soft rustling sound came from not far away.

A line of infantrymen filed out, all pointing their spears at Mashu.

That moment.

Mashu's face was extremely grim.

He angrily protested, "I didn't cause any trouble!"

"This is a sparring match between Martial Artist!"

"Is this how Paramount Manor treats guests who have traveled from afar?"

The knight scoffed, "Whether you're a guest or an enemy, you'll find out once you come with me."

Mashu was so angry that her blood boiled.

If it weren't for his mission to gather intelligence, he would have torn everyone present to shreds!

"I just want to meet Master Roger!"

His tone softened. "It was my fault for fighting with the patrolman. I mistakenly thought he was Master Roger's disciple. I will make amends."

The knight scoffed, "Whether Master Roger wants to see you or not is his business..."

"Huh? Master Roger?"

He looked behind Mashu with some surprise.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked in that direction.

A young man with his eyes covered by a black cloth slowly walked over from the direction of the main house.

The crowd surged forward.

"Master, what happened to your eyes?"

Someone asked with concern.

"There was a problem during practice."

"It's alright."

Roger responded with a light laugh.

He strolled up to Mashu, his tone turning unfriendly:

"I was unwilling to lay a hand on you, but you injured my friend."

Mashu looked at the black cloth covering Roger's eyes and couldn't help but laugh.

"So what?"

"Is this your excuse for sending a body double last time and pretending to be blind this time?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but your behavior is not that of a master; rather, it is a disgrace to Martial Artist."

Roger wasn't angry.

He simply pointed gently to the riverbank. "Please."

Mashu was slightly taken aback. "You're willing to spar with me now?"

Roger simply pointed in the direction, remaining completely still.

Mashu snorted and strode towards the river, a hint of suspicion flashing in her eyes.

Roger followed at a leisurely pace.

The others also wanted to go and see what was going on, but they were all stopped by the patrolmen.

They watched as the two figures disappeared into the darkness.

The swordsman breathed a sigh of relief and said to his henchman, "Send a signal to Lady Freya that Master Roger has lured Mashu away."

"She can take direct action at the circus."

Beside a tributary of the Serra River.

Mashu stopped and turned to look at Roger:

"Let's do it here."

Roger stopped and rummaged around in the crucible behind him for a while.

"Playing tricks and deception."

Mashu muttered something.

However, the next second, his expression suddenly changed—

Because he saw Roger magically pull out a thick, long weapon and point it at him! In that instant, every hair on Mashu's body stood on end!

What are you going to do?

Mashu had never seen such a weapon before, but a primal sense of danger raged within him, frantically reminding him—this enormous treasure before him was probably something was wrong! His voice suddenly rose several octaves:

"Aren't you Martial Artist?"

"That's right."

Roger's tone was calm and even. "As a Martial Artist, it's perfectly reasonable for me to carry a gun, isn't it?"

Speaking of which...

He suddenly opened his eyes—

The intense, bluish-gray light pierced through the black cloth.

The Grandmaster's Wrathful Gaze was fixed directly on Mashu's heart! Just that one glance.

Mashu gradually lost control of her body.

"No... you can't hurt me!"

As expected of a level 34 elite Martial Artist, Mashu actually forced out her ultimate technique—"Golden Bell Cover"—under the intimidating gaze of the Grandmaster's Wrathful Gaze! A golden light shone on the riverbank.

"Golden Bell Cover: A full-body defensive martial art that increases Base Defense Value by 20 points."

Roger glanced at the data panel, then pulled the trigger without a second thought.

A roar suddenly erupted along the riverbank.

Mashu's upper body turned into a bloody mist with a bang.

It vanished into the air in the blink of an eye.

"Times have changed..."

"A despicable person."

"You killed Mashu (Human Martial Artist / Despicable Disciple /elite)"

"You have gained 53 XP points"

"You have gained 126 Xia Yin Value points."

"Extermination Order reward successfully obtained. You have acquired Mashu's special ability - Copper Skin Iron Bones."

"Copper Skin Iron Bones (2nd Ring Feat): Increases your Base Defense Value by 8 points."

"This skill is alright."

"126 points of Xia Yin Value, how many bad things has this guy done?"

Roger strode over to Mashu and began to skillfully examine the corpse.

Mashu is not wealthy.

Roger found only some loose change and two second-rate manuals on his remaining lower body.

"Damn it! Slaying evil Martial Artist is a dead end."

"However, it's also possible that he left the item at the circus."

"Speaking of the circus, Freya should have some news soon, right?"

One hour ago.

Roger and Freya received a secret letter from Alan on their way to Senluo Farm.

The latter stated that the deployment was complete, and that they had engaged the undead army in a direct confrontation outside Autumn Wind Forest and achieved a great victory.

After discussing it, the two decided to take action immediately.

The patrol captain staged the scene to prevent the circus from finding out.

After winning over Mashu.

Roger rushed towards the direction of the Water Ghost Forest as fast as he could.

It was mentioned in Alan's secret letter.

A large army of undead is heading southwest towards Autumn Wind Woods.

The commander of this force is a level 36 "Death Prophet".

Most importantly.

He has dozens of necromancers under his command!

Roger got excited as soon as he saw this.

He kept checking the changes on the data panel as he traveled.

"Your specialty - Grandmaster's Wrathful Gaze- has been upgraded. You can now control your Azure-Eyed Wisdom Light."

"You have redeemed one Malicious Targeting Ticket. Do you wish to use it?"

"The Malicious Targeting Ticket has been successfully used. Your selected class is: Necromancer."

"The effect of malicious targeting: For each necromancer you kill, you will randomly obtain a certain number of Perception Shard. Every 100 Perception Shard can be exchanged for 1 point of Perception at any time."

"That's really good."

Roger couldn't help but chuckle softly:

"Is this the legendary 'Brother is late but arrives'?"