Nobilis of War novel Chapter 24

On their way to the Ilmen Sect, Darren concentrated on cultivation in the carriage and did not bother chatting with the others.

"This guy must be kidding. He's surely pretending that he can improve a lot in such a short period," commented the fat servant girl, Susan, sarcastically as she ate sunflower seeds.

She immediately shut her mouth when the girl in purple, Fiona, shot her a glance.

"Isn't it obvious, my dear cousin Fiona? This guy isn't one of the geniuses who can pass the test and become disciples of the Ilmen Sect. I mean, think about it! Even I, your cousin who is handsome, wise and powerful, was still rejected by the Ilmen Sect. Let alone that guy?" Fiona's cousin said as he combed his hair back with vanity.

Fiona, the girl in purple, looked at her conceited cousin skeptically. 'Handsome? Hell no! Like a winter melon? Yes!' she thought to herself.

"Dear cousin, Kim, why don't you come and sit with us in the carriage? You must be tired and exhausted. I told you not to come with us but you still insisted on coming along! It's going to be a long way to the Ilmen Sect," said Fiona who was sitting in the carriage.

"Quite right! Cousin Kim, come and sit next to me. I can massage your legs to help you relax," urged the fat servant girl. Her eyes glittered with enthusiasm but her cheeks were flushed.

"Don't you have no shame, Susan? You've been wanting to take advantage of me this whole time!" said the conceited man scornfully.

"I offered help because I think you're handsome," the servant girl replied.

Hearing the conversation, Darren almost wanted to throw up and was distracted from cultivation.

On their way to the Ilmen Sect, the man and the fat servant girl kept chatting until Darren could bear no more. In his annoyance, he opened his eyes and stopped his cultivation.

"Oh, Mister, you are so diligent! You spend so much of your spare time improving your realm. I almost feel bad about myself just watching you," Fiona Su remarked in admiration when she noticed Darren.

"Well Miss, as the saying goes 'A slow sparrow should make an early start'. Naturally, those with inferior innate talent need to cultivate harder to achieve the same goal. Unlike you, Miss, you possess the innate talent of a level nine of the Yellow Degree. Enhancing your realm is just a piece of cake to you. As it is, it would be impossible for the guy over there to catch up," the fat servant girl remarked proudly as if she were the one who had a talent of level nine of the Yellow Degree.

"Shut up!" hissed Fiona, noticing that Darren paid no extra attention to the conversation when Susan mentioned her innate talent.

Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop...

Several horses galloped across the dirt road as clouds of dust trailed off behind them.

"God damn it! Ugh, ugh, ugh..." barked the conceited man who was still outside the carriage. He seemed to have gotten dust in his lungs.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, a young man on one of the tall horses stopped. He yelled at the conceited man, "How dare you speak like that? Son of bitch!"

"Damn!" The conceited man cursed realizing that he accidentally offended the tough guys passing by. In fear, he shrugged and kept silent feeling guilty for what he did.

However, seeing the carriage that his cousin Fiona and the rest were sitting in, Kim felt braver. He talked to himself, 'Are you kidding me? I can't look like a coward at my cousin's presence.'

"Damn you! Your damn horses' dust almost choked me to death. Go to hell!" the conceited man shouted back with one hand on his hip. Although the well-dressed, armed and noble crew intimidated him, he managed to put on an impression that he did not give a shit about their status.

"You are dead meat!" one of the crew members remarked as he leaped into the air from horseback and flew right towards the conceited man.

Pa, pa, pa, pa!

The conceited man suddenly received dozens of slaps on his face before he could even react. In a few seconds, his head started to closely resemble a watermelon. Almost frightened to death, his feet froze and his hands shivered.

"What happened?" asked Fiona as she leaned out her head from the window of the carriage and caught sight of the scene.

"Discipline your servant! Else, the next time we see him, we will cut his head off! He won't be so lucky then," the young man from the crew threatened her ruthlessly.

"Sir, it was simply a quarrel, I see no need to start a fight," Fiona's face clouded over. Her cousin, Kim, though a bit conceited, was rather nice to her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen him as a guard and companion on the way to the Ilmen Sect.

"So, what? Do you want to stand up for your servant?" The young man dared.

"Hey, Karl, how can you be so rude to this beauty?" Soon, the young man's companions came over to them.

"You are a servant! Everyone in your family is a servant," Fiona's cousin, Kim, murmured vaguely.

"Screw you!" The young man who slapped Kim suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

Bang, bang, bang!

A majority of Kim's teeth fell to the ground.

"Agh! Ahhh! It hurts! Help me, Fiona! Huhuhu, help me!" Kim screamed in agony.