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Chapter 102 - 102 93 Do You Believe We Just Sat on the Bed to Keep Warm

102: Chapter 93: Do You Believe We Just Sat on the Bed to Keep Warm?

102: Chapter 93: Do You Believe We Just Sat on the Bed to Keep Warm?

On the issue of the “Old Nobility,” Mico had held back for a long time.

Seeing that Lind’s performance was entirely different from that of an ordinary Great Knight, his suspicion slowly turned into conviction.

Just like the other two Great Knights in the territory, despite possessing the same kind of strength, Lind’s firepower was not only stronger, but his control was also superior.

When compared with Reed and Leo, it was like the difference between an adult and an infant.

No one doubted that Lind could send both of them flying with a single slap.

The same was true when he participated in the hunt for the Black Knight; only Lind could withstand the opponent’s charge.

His peculiar performance was very conspicuous—he had only been promoted to Great Knight less than a month ago, yet he had almost become one of the most formidable among them.

“It sounds like some obsolete antique about to be phased out,” Lind said with self-deprecating humor as he nodded, then cleared his throat and took a step back from Mico, “Perhaps I should introduce myself more properly?

I am Lind Armand of the Goliath Armand Family from Golden City.

If the world hadn’t ended, I should now be an elegant Baron sampling fine wines in the Royal City.”

Mico raised her hand to her nose as if she could really smell the stench of decay.

“Haha, sometimes I also think it stinks,” Lind laughed loudly.

He had never enjoyed a single day of the noble’s good life; after all, he had crossed over into this world only to find himself at its end.

Therefore, ridiculing the nobility or disparaging bloodlines didn’t matter much to him.

I never got to enjoy the good life; they deserve the scolding!

But if he could return to Goliath, he would certainly be the most loyal of Nobles.

Whoever dared to insult nobility would have their armor crushed beneath his feet.

Mico bent her eyes and looked up at Lind, “You are an anomaly among the ‘Old Nobility.’ While it might be unreachable for others, you might just accomplish those wild notions in your heart.”

Those wild notions—to retain his Great Knight powers of the Sun’s Testament without following the decrees of the Soulless Knight Dominus and to steal his powers by some special method.

In other words: to reap the benefits without the nagging, free from allegiance to any faction.

“An anomaly?” Lind hadn’t expected that kind of label.

He glanced backward and sat down on the bed with a “thud,” the hard wooden board making a loud noise.

It was better to sit than stand, he sighed with relief.

“Have you ever made contact with other Nobles?” Mico also finally didn’t need to look up to talk to someone, which was a considerable relief for her neck.

Why be so tall; this height is perfectly fine.

She suddenly thought of the Old Nobility Lord from Star Dragon Ridge.

Lind Armand had suddenly become a dwarf, and from now on, she would have to look up to see him.

The Bunny-toothed Witch couldn’t help but grin, not making a sound was her last show of respect.

Then she met Lind’s confused gaze.

We were discussing something important, weren’t we?

Why did you suddenly start laughing, it doesn’t feel quite right with the atmosphere.

Her cheeks felt slightly warm.

“It’s so cold; why didn’t you close the door?” Mico muttered under her breath.

Using the awkward subject as a diversion, Mico quickly turned around.

The bonfire celebration in the distance continued, and no one noticed them here.

Since she had already mentioned closing the door, Mico went ahead to shut it, lest her previous comment sounded like she was just making conversation.

Standing next to Lind when the door was open, she hadn’t felt cold, but when she went to the door to close it, she was suddenly enveloped by the chill.

Only when she returned to Lind’s side and found the warm and cozy feeling emanating from him did Mico finally exhale contentedly.

This was the kind of warmth she was talking about!

“Do you know how New and Old Nobility are distinguished?” She stealthily moved a bit closer to Lind.

The temperature near Lind felt just right.

“Surnames,” Lind didn’t continue to ask why Mico had suddenly laughed before and continued with his own speculation, “or is it the date of the Ring of Magic’s shattering?”

He was merely speculating wildly, yet observing Mico’s attitude of treating the Old Nobility and the New as two different species, there may be deeper reasons involved.

Before, Mico seemed to dangle an answer in front of him, hoping he would respond.

At that time, Lind only knew it wasn’t something bad and did not press further, playing along just to amuse the bunny-toothed girl.

Now that Mico had brought it up again, especially since it concerned his own promotion, Lind took the opportunity to ask.

“The surnames and blood of the Old Nobility are closely linked to the Ring of Magic.

It is said that the Old Nobility are descendants of the gods,” said Mico, leaning closer to Lind and settling herself on the bed with a flop.

Quite warm.

Watching the bunny-toothed witch draw near, Lind assumed she was about to divulge ancient secrets.

With the atmosphere set, they would certainly continue in hushed tones.

Lowering one’s voice hinted at an unbelievable yet mystical tale about to be shared.

The two of them sat very close to each other.

“The Ring of Magic granted powerful abilities to the nobles, so when the Ring shattered, the Old Nobility lost their powers.”

Lind disagreed with this point; he had not possessed great strength before the Ring of Magic shattered, certainly not compared to his present self.

Mico continued sharing the ancient secrets she had heard from somewhere: “The residual power in the bloodline of the Old Nobility…

you all, if you drank a Magic Potion that directly steals the power of the Ring of Magic, would go mad.”

“You are the only noble of the Old I have seen or heard of who did not go mad after drinking the Magic Potion.”

…

The door closed.

Lian had noticed from the start that Lind and that annoying bunny-toothed girl had entered the room together.

When they were chatting earlier, the door had remained open.

Lord Lind would certainly not be interested in that bunny-toothed girl because, after all…

Lian subconsciously raised her hand to cover her chest, her rough hand callused from years of handling a sword, recalling the pain.

The flat-chested bunny-toothed girl would surely not garner any attention from His Lordship.

Since that day, Lian often had trouble sleeping, plagued by dreams of being pinned down by a golden lion, the lion opening its gaping maw at her, and then the timid Lian waking up each time needing to change her underwear.

After all, lions are terrifying.

But looking at the closed door, Lian’s expression still changed.

After a long while, Lian bit her lip and took steps towards Lind’s room.

Although she lacked the courage to open the door, she knew Lord Lind’s hearing was very good.

Just making a little noise outside to give a slight reminder should not be considered offensive.

Lian had no status and hadn’t thought of gaining any from Lind, but she was equally aware that competing for affection and acting coquettishly were ways to show her charm.

There is no fear of women being jealous, only of women being indifferent.

Once she felt she had given enough notice, Lian finally reached the door.

She had even intentionally stamped her feet before pausing at the door for some time.

Enough time had passed, perhaps even to pull up trousers.

“My Lord,” Lian spoke up.

“What is it?” Lind’s voice came through, “Come in.”

The door opened.

Lind was holding a piece of paper and reading it, with the bunny-toothed witch sitting close by his side, not having moved an inch.

Lian immediately felt her attempt to vie for favor as foolish as a clown.

Her eyes swept over the two of them, and Lian was about to voice her excuse when Mico suddenly sprung to her feet: “We…

we’re just sitting on the bed to keep warm, do you believe that?”