Hero, Don't Get Too Arrogant

If the entire aristocratic class consists of only a small minority of intelligent people, with the vast majority being fools, then this Pol Bohr is definitely the most foolish of them all.

Chapter Two, 4,000 words in total, is presented here.

Chapter 492 Hero Shouldn't Be Too Arrogant (Thanks to the professional trolls for their 10,000 words)

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There are many fools among the nobility.

But without a doubt, Pol Bohr was the most foolish of them all.

Those in positions of power within the aristocracy naturally knew the immense risk of rashly contacting Qin Chu, this Hero; if Wadsworth found out, it would surely lead to another bloody purge.

But they had no choice.

Wadsworth has become increasingly irrational, and the space for the aristocracy to survive is becoming narrower and narrower.

If you don't do it, you die.

There's an adventure, but also a glimmer of hope.

Contacting the Hero is indeed a very important task, but why are no other nobles willing to come? Because those nobles know very well that the reward for this task is too small and the risk is too great, especially since the Hero and Wadsworth have a fairly good relationship. One wrong move and they could die without even knowing how.

If the Hero were to simply abandon the person to Wadsworth without a word, then everything would be over.

Others might be able to find excuses, but a nobleman who directly sought to discuss this matter with the Hero had absolutely no room for explanation and was doomed.

Since Pol Bohr was willing to step forward, the other nobles naturally had no objections.

Of course, before they came, someone carefully instructed Pol Bohr on how to speak, emphasizing that he must not be impolite in any way, whether speaking to the Hero or the woman beside Hero, and must not offend the Hero.

Unfortunately, Pol Bohr clearly didn't take it to heart.

The pride of being a nobleman has become an instinctive habit ingrained in their very bones.

What right do these women, who hold no titles, have to participate in his conversation with the Hero? Antasia may have a special status, but she is merely a princess from the barbarian lands of the far north, a princess that even a viscount like him wouldn't deign to look down upon.

He felt that as Hero, one must know some rules and etiquette.

In situations like this, one should proactively drive away all these tactless women.

As expected, outsiders from another world are really not elegant enough. I actually have to remind them of something like this.

Unfortunately, Pol Bohr didn't notice that Qin Chu's brows were already tightly furrowed... What's that saying again? The more incompetent a good-for-nothing is, the more they like to show off their claws and teeth.

Even dukes, grand dukes, emperors, and popes would never be so ostentatious in front of Qin Chu.

A mere viscount, yet he flaunts his power and influence.

"Pol Bohr, I have other matters to attend to and do not have time to linger here," Qin Chu said coldly.

This cold attitude startled Pol slightly. He seemed not to have expected Qin Chu to be so disrespectful, and a surge of anger rose within him.

However, while Pol was foolish, he wasn't completely irrational. He knew that Hero wasn't someone to be offended lightly, and suppressing his Wrath, his tone was no longer as polite as before. "Hero, this is a very important matter, and I hope you can..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Chu interrupted him, "So you just want to use me against Wadsworth, right?"

What?

Pol Bohr was startled by Qin Chu's words. He hadn't even spoken yet, how did this guy know?

However, now that Qin Chu already knows, things are simple.

"Hero Excellency is right. The emperor is tyrannical, and the people are suffering. As a Hero, you have the responsibility to restore peace to the empire. Therefore, you have the obligation and the necessity to stand up..."

Qin Chu's expression quickly darkened. "Pol Bohr, go back and tell your men that your conflict with Wadsworth is your business, it has absolutely nothing to do with me, understand?"

Pol Bohr's face immediately turned extremely ugly, his thick lips even trembling. "You... what did you say? You're Hero, how could you..."

"The Hero's mission is to fight Magic Creature." Qin Chu smiled wryly. "Conflicts between humans are not within the scope of the Hero's duties."

This guy really doesn't have a single brain.

When asking for help, shouldn't you first state your conditions—what you can offer and what benefits you're willing to provide?

This guy, he just comes on and says you have obligations and responsibilities... my ass!

You want me to work for free? Do you really think I'm as stupid as I was in my first life?

Pol's expression grew increasingly fierce, even showing a kind of betrayal-like Wrath... He had thought this mission would be easy and trouble-free.

He even felt that this was not a discussion, but a notification, and that the other nobles were simply overthinking it.

All I need to do is come over and say a word to Qin Chu.

Who could have imagined it would turn out like this? He wouldn't even allow himself to utter a complete sentence, let alone agree to anything.

His pride as a viscount made it impossible for Pol to bear this humiliation; his eyes turned bloodshot. "Your Excellency Hero... don't be so arrogant."

"Don't forget, although you are Hero, you are ultimately just an outsider from another world. Your status as Hero depends on the recognition of our many nobles. Only if our nobles recognize you as Hero will you be one; otherwise, you are nothing..."

"Once you lose the title of Hero, do you think you can still live as freely as you do now? Will these women still stay by your side? Will the Holy Church still allow you to be the Pope...?"

Upon hearing this, the five women behind him began to reveal a hint of murderous intent in their eyes. At this moment, if Qin Chu nodded even slightly, one of them would immediately snap Pol Bohr's neck.

Qin Chu had no intention of getting entangled with this guy, but now he was so angry at this idiot that he laughed.

With a gloomy smile on his face, he walked towards Pol.

Buzz...

The moment he took a step, Pol felt a fierce aura rush towards him, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst his chest.

An indescribable sense of fear spread throughout my body, and a layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on my forehead.

It was as if the one standing before them was no longer a human, but a terrifying monster.

It was at this moment that Pol Bohr realized just how terrifying this Hero was; his obese body trembled uncontrollably, and ripples spread across his flesh.

"Pol is an idiot."

"Remember, I became Pope of the Holy Church not because of my status as Hero, but because of the heads of nine archbishops and the vice-commander, the lives of nine thousand eight hundred clergy, and the blood that covered the ground."

Your recognition is worthless to me.

Hiss!

Pol gasped, and Qin Chu's chilling voice made the fear in Pol's chest almost explode. Only then did he recall some rumors about Qin Chu.

Although the Holy Church has been trying to suppress the news, some information has still leaked out. It's said that this Hero secured his position as Pope only after going on a killing spree. Could that be true?

Seeing that Qin Chu had even raised his right hand and was reaching towards him, Pol wanted to turn and run, but his legs felt like they were made of lead and he couldn't move at all. "You, you, what do you want to do? You want to kill me?"

He, he is a nobleman.

Before he knew it, five fingers were on Pol's forehead. For the first time in his life, he felt such intense fear, and his skin was covered in goosebumps.

Qin Chu's fingers brought a bone-chilling coldness that made Pol's body tremble uncontrollably.

"Qin Chu, you... you've thought this through. I'm a nobleman." His throat was churning violently, Pol still wanted to use his noble status to persuade Qin Chu to make an exception for him.

What did Qin Chu do?

You've already killed the eldest prince, so you really don't care about a mere nobleman like Qin Chu. It's a complete waste of time.

Would Pol not know these things?

How could that be? Rumors have spread throughout the Imperial City. Anyone living in the Imperial City knows what Qin Chu has done. But knowing is one thing, but not having experienced it firsthand doesn't give you a strong sense of reality.

Pol even felt that Qin Chu's reputation might have been artificially amplified during the spread of rumors.

Furthermore, this Pol is the quintessential aristocrat. His noble status has made him accustomed to committing crimes and acting lawlessly, unlike truly capable individuals such as Augustus and Wadsworth who are more reserved and cautious.

He even used his noble status as a shield, so even Qin Chu wouldn't dare to lay a hand on him, a nobleman.

It was this pride ingrained in his very bones that made Pol, even now facing certain death, not grovel and beg for mercy, but instead try to make Qin Chu back down.

"Qin Chu, you'd better think carefully about the consequences of killing me. At that time, the entire noble class will be your enemy. Do you really want to see that happen?"

"Work with us, you like women, right? We can give you countless women."

However, Qin Chu scoffed at Pol's words.

"Woman... I like her very much, but unfortunately, you've spoken too late."

"The aristocracy are all my enemies?" Qin Chu raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip slightly.

"Pol Bohr, you're just a minor viscount. Don't you think too highly of yourself? Believe me, even if I kill you, the entire nobility won't react at all. To avoid offending me, they'll even loudly proclaim that you're just asking for it."

Whether it was a misperception or not, Pol suddenly felt as if his vision had risen slightly.

"What difference would it make if I killed you?"

Thump!

Just then, a dull thud as something fell to the ground reached Pol's ears.

Pol looked somewhat suspicious, his gaze instinctively turning towards the direction from which the sound came.

He saw a fat body lying on the ground. Where did this fat pig come from? It was covered in fat and looked disgusting.

However, this fat man has become a dead fat man.

His head was gone; it had been neatly severed from his neck, and blood was gushing from the cut.

Come to think of it, this guy's clothes look familiar... I feel like I've seen them somewhere before... Right, aren't they the same style as mine...?

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Pol's pupils widened, filled with indescribable fear. His eyes rolled downwards, and beneath him lay nothing, absolutely nothing.

His mouth suddenly opened, and the intense fear made the viscount seem about to let out a scream.

However, he could no longer make a sound at all, and the light in his pupils gradually diffused until it finally turned completely gray.

He's dead.

Qin Chu pursed his lips.

The Orwell Empire is currently in chaos. Under these circumstances, for a dignified Hero like him to kill a mere nobleman, do you think there are any fools who would dare to cause him trouble for the sake of this insignificant viscount? Do they have a death wish?

With a casual toss, the head rolled across the ground.

Behind them, the few followers that Pol had brought were all silent, not daring to make a sound.

Especially when Qin Chu looked over, the servants and grooms felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, as if their entire bodies had been frozen solid.

"Go back and tell those other idiots to leave me alone."

Fortunately, Qin Chu didn't bother arguing with these servants.

He repeated his previous statement: what did the conflict between royalty and nobility have to do with him, a Hero?

You want to fight, huh? Do whatever you want, the more people die, the better.

Qin Chu loved watching others fight, and he especially loved seeing rivers of blood flow.

Stretching, Qin Chu left with the five women beside him. Because of his special status, the guards at the city gate did not dare to stop him when he left the city.

The group of six made no attempt to conceal themselves, walking almost brazenly towards the north.

He seemed completely unaware of the pairs of eyes secretly watching him from the vicinity.

Phantom Demon.

Phantom Demon are everywhere.

Among the Magic Creature races, the elite of the Phantom Demon race are almost all scattered around.

These Phantom Demon disguise themselves in all sorts of forms: some are birds catching insects on branches, some are venomous snakes coiled on tree trunks, and some are even tiny worms...

They are each affiliated with different powerful beings, and are providing their masters with firsthand information.

The stronger one is and the higher one's status, the more wary those Magic Creature become.

The eldest prince, the second prince, and the third prince are probably all dead.

They had heard many tales about Hero.

Although the report to the Demon King described the Hero as insignificant and easily crushable with one hand, those in power were still quite cautious when the time came.

A small bird spread its wings and flew high, its body passing through the sky. After a long time, it finally landed in a remote place.

There were two men right in front of them.

One of them had a handsome face, resembling an elegant young nobleman, and his attire was no different from that of a human aristocrat.

The other man beside him was burly and thick-shouldered, covered in dark hair, a true giant.