just minutes ago had been a picture of harmony, now resembled a gladiatorial arena.Every corner of the classroom was flowing with gruesome bloodstains, scattered with sharp-edged cutting tools and in...Chapter 309: Lanchi and West Side's Winter New Releases

On a vast expanse of pristine snow, the boy's hurried footsteps resembled a kite with severed strings, unable to maintain stability. [Write to here I hope readers remember our domain name]

The footsteps of the bandits grew louder, sounding like the summons of death.

From the moment I first set foot on this chaotic snowfield, it was a mistake.

The rocks and ice fissures scattered across the snowfield present a gently undulating landscape. Subtle variations cause faint shadows to play upon their surfaces, revealing only hints of grayish-white. These rocks are both resilient and sharp, taking on diverse shapes, standing solitary and buried in snow as if they were art pieces sculpted by nature. However, for those unfamiliar with this environment, they are easily overlooked dangers.

Finally, the boy's increasingly clumsy steps tripped him to the ground. Before he could even stand up again, several burly men were nearly upon him.

"Keep running"

As the bandits’ voices grew louder and reached for the young boy, a transparent barrier shimmering with silvery light suddenly appeared before him like a sudden manifestation. This barrier, like an air-constructed wall, separated him from the bandits.

The bandits all stopped in their tracks at the sudden barrier.

They faced this barrier, and the brief surprise was quickly replaced by a hint of sneer.

Among the bandits, the most burly one grinned menacingly and hammered at the barrier with a piece of iron. Sparks flew in all directions, accompanied by the clanging sounds of the forge.

"How long do you think this will hold us back"

The bandit leader's eyes glittered with greed and ruthlessness.

"This thing only looks like it can hold us off for a while. You deactivate it yourself, and we'll be nicer to you afterward."

Other villains also joined in the jeering, surrounding the barrier, seeming to be enjoying this game of "cat and mouse."

"I am the eleventh head of the Candyce family! I am a legitimate noble of the Empire! You sent me to Quintstown, and Lord Quintstown will give you money!"

Trapped inside the final defense with nowhere left to run, Char roared in desperation, his lungs burning from the icy air.

Several bandits hesitated for a moment, then burst into laughter.

...to be mocking the boy's words and his overly naive proposals.

They didn't know whether the boy genuinely thought they were fools or if he believed he could trick them into going to Cainsford, where Lord Cainsford would have them killed.

"Are you amusing us in this hopeless place"

"How could the most ruthless assassin family in legend be so weak"

"Perhaps peace has lasted too long, even demons have become cowards."

“She’s right, who would want to live in the north when they could spend their golden years in a warm and safe place in the south, even if they weren't married”

We just want to enjoy the warmth of a Southern belle for a while.

Every time an attack on the barrier, there are boisterous laughter of bandits.

But I'm a male!

Xia Ya said in despair.

Though his appearance wasn't bad for the family, he wasn't quite feminine enough to be mistaken for one. Perhaps it was because their family carried a bit of elven blood and had a habit of braiding their long hair. Plus, visibility was poor in the snow and he wore heavy clothes.

If he had known the northern region was so dangerous, he wouldn't have left Box Mountain Province for this snowy wasteland, even to keep his appointment!

"A handsome boy Even better! I can't wait!"

Suddenly, several bandits became even more excited.

"!

"

Xia Ya shivered. This group of people seemed to have known his gender all along, and they were deliberately teasing him just now.

In that instant of understanding, he felt these few bandits were more terrifying than a billion murderers!

Some things are beyond his comprehension.

He would rather die than be caught by this group of people!

But even at the second level, he couldn't possibly defeat these bandits who were probably three to four levels higher.

They couldn't afford to hire a bodyguard for him.

In the Imperial City of Helrom, perhaps a sixth-rank super expert would be common, but in those border areas, a fourth-rank adventurer and mercenary would already be quite powerful.

Or perhaps, over there, it's already very difficult to find bodyguards of rank four and above, unless you commission them from the Tyrant branch or the Mourning branch.

What still held him back was a first-rank pink divine technique left by their ancestors. The barrier was almost unable to withstand it.

Fear was about to consume him.

This is a sacred-level spell that approaches epic proportions in its power.

Belongs to spirit and psionic magic, it manifests the head of the household's mental image, transforming into a weapon.

But it can only serve as a parasol-like barrier.

No previous generation of house owners had weapons as weak as his.

And the effect also became weaker and weaker because of his fear.

Looking at the barrier, which was gradually starting to crack, and several men who were still smiling and licking their lips, their eyes filled with lust.

"

My goddess, please save me!

"

Despair had driven Char to the brink of collapse, he could only helplessly lift his head and shout in anguish.

The only response to him was the howling wind and faint echo across this vast, snow-covered plain.

At that moment, a chorus of mocking laughter erupted around them.

"Heh heh, truly pitiful. Praying for something useful like a little girl... Are there really still bad people in this world"

On this snowfield where even mercenaries dare not tread lightly, there will be no more ruthless villains than us. You can imagine what we'll do to you in advance!

The Goddess of Fate's Church is now a cult. Don't you dare summon a demon to save you

However.

In this burst of laughter.

After a while.

A rustle of leaves came from the thicket several dozen meters away, and snow flurries fell.

"Logically, there's only this one way to go, isn't there"

"Westley, we should still hire a scout. You really don't have the knack for this. If I hadn't heard the sound, I would have kept following you in circles and never found this path."

If you say it again, your favorability points will be deducted.

Then a man and woman appeared.

Two people were wearing outdoor-style warm fleece-lined windbreakers, with sun hats on their heads and trekking poles in hand. One looked at the map while the other scanned the path ahead.

Several burly men who were still striking the barrier with all their might paused for a moment, turning to look at the movement at the edge of the snow forest.

After seeing it clearly, the bandits couldn't help but twitch their eyes.

Are these two people here hiking for tourism

Far away.

Young men and women emerged with difficulty from the undergrowth, finding themselves finally on the main road and showing expressions of joy.

They immediately looked in the direction where someone was.

I'd like to ask, where should I go in Kingston

The green-eyed youth's words were cut short, his brow furrowed, and his expression immediately turned serious.

"Hey, over there, are you engaging in illegal activities such as stealing property, restricting personal freedom, kidnapping, human trafficking, or even organ harvesting"

The young man pointed sternly this way and said.

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I beg you dads for your monthly votes! Xixi bows her head again and again!

(The End)

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