Great Xia Nobility

Great Xia Nobility

Qin Mo cursed and rushed out the door, not forgetting to call to Allen along the way. The dozen or so personal guards outside had been crowding the doorway to watch the spectacle. Caught off guard, they were sent tumbling across the ground when he crashed into them.

"Move... all of you, move... damn it, you too... what the hell are you staring at... looking to die... move!" Qin Mo cursed at the top of his lungs as he hauled them up and flung them aside, making Allen tense up. Qin Mo had never cursed his subordinates so fiercely before.

Qin Mo had thought Wrath of the Thunder God was some kind of object, but it turned out to be gunpowder. Gunpowder was an area-of-effect weapon that did not distinguish friend from foe. Its power was especially terrifying in a cramped space. He did not believe his Mysterious Realm cultivation could withstand the blast head-on.

Qin Mo whispered a few instructions to his guards, and several of them hurried away. By then, the situation inside Grey Mori's shop had completely reversed. Grey Mori returned to the inner room, apparently to retrieve some forging notes. In the end, it seemed he would have to bow beneath the obscene might of Wrath of the Thunder God.

"Allen, if he lights that thin cord, we run. We need to get at least twenty zhang away." Qin Mo muttered to Allen. He had no idea what grade that gunpowder was—black powder or yellow explosive. Better to keep the greatest possible safe distance.

"You know Wrath of the Thunder God?"

Qin Mo did not answer. He merely pointed smugly at his chest. That casual gesture made Allen tremble with excitement.

Just as Allen could no longer resist asking Qin Mo for details, another change occurred inside the shop. Grey Mori shouted, "Murphus, Teacher saw through you filthy traitors' evil intentions long ago! Look at this! Come on... let us perish together..."

Qin Mo glanced inside and immediately pulled Allen back several more steps. As for his guards, he had long since driven them more than ten zhang away.

Red-haired Murphus looked at the two cans of insecticide in Grey Mori's hands, and his face instantly changed. Wrath of the Thunder God had always been a divine artifact controlled by Dwarf leaders. Neither Elder Muradin Bronzebeard nor their deceased teacher could forge Wrath of the Thunder God. He had never expected Grey Mori to possess it. He froze where he stood, unable to advance or retreat.

"Splash... splash." Grey Mori and Murphus had been facing each other, neither daring to move recklessly. Then a great sheet of water was suddenly poured in through the doorway, soaking them to the bone. The tinderboxes and Wrath of the Thunder God in their hands were drenched as well.

Qin Mo walked back in, even his stride carrying an air of smug swagger.

"This Heir does not care what private grudges exist between you, but this Dwarf has already accepted this Heir's deposit, so he must complete the commission. How you fight and kill each other afterward is none of my concern, but for now, he must finish this Heir's task first." Qin Mo spoke with boundless arrogance, and his posture and expression were equally haughty. This body had received Great Xia's aristocratic education from childhood. Nobility had seeped into his bones, and without any deliberate display from Qin Mo, he perfectly embodied the lofty bearing of the Great Xia Imperial Clan.

"Who are you? How dare you oppose our Black Iron Clan... Urgh!... Elven Race... Grey Mori, you actually colluded with the Elven Race..." Murphus looked at the tinderbox and "Wrath of the Thunder God" in his hands, still dripping water onto the ground, and rage surged within him. When he saw Allen, he became hysterical. Anger had already clouded his mind.

"Are you Dwarves worthy of colluding with me?" Allen said lazily, a faintly mocking smile on his face.

"Murphus, they are my guests. I have already accepted their deposit. If you do not have the guts to fight to the death today, then go back and find your damned master! I am starting work."

Grey Mori stopped Murphus from reaching for his warhammer. He had already noticed that the young nobleman's guards were all Great Xia men, each giving off a chilling murderous aura. Moreover, he had sensed a fleeting but terrifying presence from that elf earlier, as though a giant dragon had fixed its gaze upon him. At the time, he had thought it was an illusion, but the more he considered it now, the more frightened he became.

"Despicable humans, you sly race! You have humiliated noble Murphus. You will surely pay the price..." Red-haired Murphus roared at Qin Mo, intending to recover some face from him. After all, no matter how he looked at it, Qin Mo was the only soft persimmon left to squeeze.

"This is His Highness, the Heir of Prince Heng of Great Xia. You dare insult the Great Xia Imperial Clan—have you grown tired of living?" Qin Mo paid little attention to Murphus's fierce but hollow roar, but his guards would not stand for it. They drew their blades at once and surrounded the three Dwarves. At the slightest nod from Qin Mo, it would become a group beating.

Murphus, Grey Mori, and the others were all struck pale with shock. What kind of nation was Great Xia? It was the strongest great power in the East, without equal. Leaving aside everything else, the fact that so many people were learning the Great Xia language alone showed just how powerful Great Xia was. And the Great Xia Imperial Clan was an enormous beast no one could afford to provoke.

The Great Xia Imperial Clan had held Great Xia's political power for over a thousand years. Their skill in governing was only one reason; the most important was the Imperial Clan's terrifying martial strength. Due to their bloodline, every generation of the Great Xia Imperial Clan produced several Saint-level experts. There had never been a break in that lineage. Anyone who challenged the Great Xia Imperial Clan had already ceased to exist. No one could survive the Imperial Clan's deliberate retaliation.

Murphus could no longer speak. He did not know what to say. Apologize? That felt worse than killing him. But if he did not apologize, then looking at the dozen or so Great Xia warriors around him with fire blazing in their eyes, he felt the warhammer in his hand weigh more than ten thousand jin, impossible to lift.

In the end, Grey Mori spoke to defuse the situation for Murphus. "Honored Great Xia noble, it is Grey Mori's honor to forge armor for you. But the price is too high. Please take this bolt of silk back."

Grey Mori snatched the bolt of silk from the plump woman's hands. Ignoring the resentment on the two women's faces, he held it high and offered it to Qin Mo.

"This Heir keeps his word. I will come collect my armor in ten days. Do not disappoint me." Qin Mo patted Grey Mori's shoulder amiably, and the scene became incomparably harmonious.

Only after Qin Mo had left and gone far away did Grey Mori come back to his senses. What had just happened completely changed his view of Great Xia nobles. Great Xia merchants in Fusang were formidable and unyielding. They never swallowed their anger merely because they were outsiders, much less the Great Xia Imperial Clan, who stood high above all in Great Xia.

And the noble bearing around Qin Mo could not be concealed. Every word and action bore the deep imprint of the ruling class. Yet he treated others with humility, and speaking with him gave people a warm, gentle feeling. Coupled with his identity as the Heir of Prince Heng, Grey Mori, who had never liked humans, felt for the first time, Perhaps... humans can be befriended as well.

Watching Murphus slink away in disgrace, gloom began to gather in Grey Mori's heart again. Since Murphus could produce "Wrath of the Thunder God," it seemed the leader, who had always kept out of worldly affairs, had begun to "take an interest" in him as well. What should he do now?

Perhaps... perhaps this was an opportunity. Since the Titan God had guided this noble Heir of Prince Heng of Great Xia to his shop, then he should follow the god's guidance and move forward.