It wasn't just the priest—the Duchess had gone completely rigid, too.
She'd thought the guy didn't want to kill her by mistake. She hadn't realized he'd planned to take her out along with the priest all along!
He'd even used that very fact to set a trap, successfully letting the priest lower his guard while he casually hid behind her, his human shield.
Then he'd launched an indiscriminate attack.
Honestly...
Although she'd already resolved to die just moments ago, the Duchess still couldn't help feeling conflicted.
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you regret it?"
Fu Qian looked at her.
"Just now, you told me not to worry about you and to attack. You even got upset when I held back."
The Duchess was at a loss for words, and the room fell briefly silent.
"Hahaha!"
In the end, it was the priest who broke the silence, letting out a bitter laugh.
"Well played! I underestimated you... I never thought you'd be this insane!"
You're sprawled on the ground, and you still have the nerve to comment? Aren't you a little embarrassed?
Fu Qian gave the priest a scornful look.
The priest was in even worse shape than the Duchess. His entire right side had been blown away in the explosion just now.
Come to think of it, his breath seemed to be especially effective against Human Pus.
Both this man and the fat monk over in the Old Town had become unstable as soon as they were hit, until they exploded.
"Speaking of which, I have a question."
Fu Qian suddenly seemed to remember something and pointed at the ground.
"You said there were quite a few others in town with something like this. How do you know?"
"Do you have some kind of club for people with the