"Remember, this is a direct order from a noble in the Capital City. You must make the arrangements beautifully, or if the noble gets angry, no one can protect you!"
"Yes, I will remember!"
"Also, that kid knows some martial arts. Don't let him catch you off guard!"
"Rest assured, sir. How good can a scholar's martial skills be? We are bound to kill him. If we don't kill him, we'd rather kill ourselves!"
"Hmm, the noble's intention is to leave him paralyzed, but if you do kill him, that's fine too. It's all resolved once and for all, hahaha..."
A gust of wind blew by, dissipating the thin clouds in the sky, letting the bright and clear moonlight fall.
In the courtyard, a middle-aged man dressed in casual attire stood with his hands behind him, his expression serious and eyes bright. Beside him stood a young man, slightly tilting his head in pride and arrogance, with a hint of roguishness. The laughter just now came from his mouth.
