“Why Did You Piss Him Off? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey!”

Chapter 112: Old Man, You’re About to Get Beaten Up

Whoo——!

The train gradually started, and the steel beast began to vibrate as it moved along the endless tracks.

The passengers in the carriage had already taken their seats, and Viktor was no exception.

He was sitting in the first-class carriage of the train, leisurely pouring himself a cup of coffee.

The wisps of steam rising from the coffee lent an air of quiet elegance to the entire first-class carriage.

Viktor looked out the window.

On both sides of the track, the scenery flew by.

Outside the window, towns had already whizzed past in a blur.

The vast forests and lush vegetation were like beautiful flowing paintings, frame by frame.

He looked at the sunlight outside, finding it a bit dazzling.

Kevla sat opposite Viktor.

Since boarding the train, her gaze had been fixed on the scenery outside.

Watching the constantly flowing scenes, Kevla said softly:

"Because of my profession, I need to travel frequently, so I often take the magic train."

"The scenery outside always gives me a sense of momentary peace."

Viktor turned his head back, looking at Kevla in front of him.

Putting aside her personality for now, she was indeed a stunning beauty.

Her purple hair was as noble and elegant as a violet.

Only when Gwen wasn't by her side could Viktor feel the steadiness and maturity of this elder sister.

To be honest, Viktor didn't want to be alone with this huntress sister.

He understood Gwen, but he didn't know Kevla.

After all, a character who had already died in the original plot wasn't worth Viktor digging into her story.

So he had been keeping silent.

Loose lips sink ships.

In the brief silence, it was Kevla who spoke first:

"Let me ask you a question."

She said, looking out the window, as if casually bringing it up.

"If my father wants to cancel your engagement with Gwen when we get back, what will you do?"

"He has no reason to."

Viktor said calmly.

If Angus Delin was a utilitarian, he would only solidify the engagement between him and Gwen, or even prepare to have Gwen marry him immediately.

Because now, Viktor was a different man.

He was now like an eagle that had spread its wings.

From being gradually forgotten as the empire's former magic prodigy to now having his name sung throughout the capital and even the entire empire, it had only taken a month or two.

Countless nobles were eyeing the position by Viktor's side.

And Viktor's ability to remain stable until now was basically due to the layer of protection provided by his engagement to Gwen.

Once the news of the engagement being canceled spread, it probably wouldn't take until the second day before countless people would be ready to send their daughters to his side.

This was the nature of those dirty nobles.

They wouldn't care that Viktor had once been looked down upon by them; they only knew that Viktor was the goose that laid golden eggs.

Once they had a relationship with him, they might not dare to say they'd become phoenixes perched on a branch, but they would definitely not lack the expected benefits.

However, Viktor didn't know Angus very well as a person.

Although he was also a boss unit and had been beaten by Viktor back then.

But for Angus, his deepest impression was still...

Gwen, in her period of absolute justice, killing her own father for the greater good.

Because Angus's actions had tainted the justice that should be inherent in his knights, so that righteous Valkyrie killed her father with her own hands.

The appearance of this plot was once criticized by some players, who thought Gwen had no familial affection in her eyes.

But when players carefully considered the background at the time, they could understand.

At that time, the Delin family had almost occupied the north of the empire, and in their arrogance, they didn't even obey the orders of the new empress.

They united, intending to rebel and overthrow Aurelianne's rule.

But by then Viktor was already dead, and the new empress no longer needed to focus all her energy on Viktor.

Her mage army only needed to regroup slightly to be able to completely crush the north over and over again.

For this, Angus Delin even allied with the northern barbarians, just to be able to wrestle with Aurelianne.

In the end, this alliance didn't materialize.

Gwen, who returned early, killed Angus Delin.

She returned to the capital with her father's head, thus preserving the name of the Delin family.

Viktor came back to his senses.

In the game, Angus Delin was also a villain character, an object that needed to be subjugated by players.

It was also at that time.

This father-in-law was beaten by him over and over again.

"Is that so."

Kevla smiled, but there was no usual vivacity in her smile.

"He doesn't have only Gwen as a daughter."

As she spoke, a strange light passed through her eyes.

The blue outside the window reflected in her eyes, and the surging waves made her heart a bit unsettled.

Under her purple eyes, a hint of melancholy had unknowingly appeared.

Viktor took a sip of coffee and turned to look out the window.

Outside, the surging waves rushed towards him quickly, but the distant sea surface, unlike his mood, was restless on its own, with the undulating horizon separating the sky and the earth.

The blazing sun reflected on the water surface, with the slanting light soft and gentle.

Kevla's every breath seemed to carry a faint sorrow, which, for some reason, lingered for a long time.

......

Time flew by, and a day passed in the blink of an eye.

In their silence, it seemed the entire carriage had become much quieter.

Whoo——!

With a loud whistle from the train, the clanking sound gradually entered people's ears.

This meant they were about to arrive at the station.

Viktor stood up, and Kevla walked towards the carriage door even before him.

As soon as the door opened, a strong cold air current immediately swept through the entire carriage.

Kevla shivered and quickly wrapped her fur coat tighter.

She looked up and glanced at Viktor, who remained unmoved, raising her eyebrows.

Outside the carriage was very desolate, with only large snowflakes constantly dancing on the empty and lonely station.

On the not-so-thick snow, no plants with any signs of life could be seen.

A group of knights wearing heavy cotton cloaks stood on the platform, forming two rows. Upon seeing Kevla appear, they bowed in unison.

"Miss Kevla, the teacher instructed us to come and welcome you."

As a great knight, Angus didn't like his subordinates calling him by overly respectful titles.

He had countless students, and these students had become knights of the Delin family.

So, he preferred these family knights to call him teacher.

Kevla stepped out of the carriage, but she didn't move.

The knights felt a bit strange, suddenly seeing a strange tall figure coming down behind their young lady.

The man wore a trench coat, which seemed a bit thin in this cold northern climate.

A one-eyed crow perched on his shoulder, which for some reason looked quite sinister.

The snow blew against the man's face, but it seemed to turn into weak steam and dissipate in the air the moment it touched him.

Viktor looked at the two rows of knights with a cold expression, and an incomparable sense of terror immediately spread across this wide platform.

It was as if a terrifying beast had appeared on this slightly cold snow plain.

At this moment, an overwhelming pressure enveloped the knights' heads, and their hearts couldn't help but beat faster.

The lead knight even became alert, placing his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

Why did they feel such a terrifying pressure from this person?

Who exactly was he?

Kevla smiled and explained to these knights:

"He is Viktor, the fiancé of Miss Gwen whom you all admire the most."

This... this...

Many people blinked, a sense of absurdity rising.

The northern part of the empire was Gwen's hometown.

The knights all knew how powerful this Gwen, who served as the Grand Knight Commander in the capital, truly was.

Moreover, she was a woman.

This independent and powerful female knight naturally attracted the admiration of countless knights.

But among them, quite a few were hearing for the first time that Miss Gwen had a fiancé.

Immediately, their hearts sank.

The man before them looked very formidable, but no one dared to say anything at this juncture.

However, some people, upon hearing Viktor's name, felt a bit familiar.

"Viktor?"

"Holy shit, that youngest fourth-tier mage in the capital?"

"Shh, keep it down! I heard this guy is vindictive and holds grudges. Anyone who's crossed him has been thrown into the sea to feed the fish!"

The knights became even more nervous, holding their breath and swallowing hard in unison.

Seeing their reactions, Kevla nudged Viktor with her elbow, smiling and saying softly:

"Wow, your reputation is quite something. Even the knights in my family know you."

Viktor still maintained that cold as ice expression, not even acknowledging Kevla.

He just stepped forward, his gaze glancing at the lead knight.

Under his overwhelmingly oppressive gaze, that lead knight couldn't help but tremble a bit.

Even the cold of the extreme north seemed far less chilling than the coldness brought by this man before them.

He removed his hand from the sword hilt and clenched it into a fist, as if trying to encourage himself.

Viktor, however, just said coldly:

"Lead the way."

"Go... go where?"

As soon as the words fell, a burst of white smoke suddenly erupted, turning the surrounding dry cold air into fuel.

Sparks immediately burst out, surrounding Viktor.

The snow underfoot melted completely, and the nearby white snow seemed to be ignited by the flames, reflecting a strong firelight, turning the surroundings a warm yellow.

The knights felt a scorching heat spreading from their front to their entire body.

Viktor looked straight at this knight.

"To where you should take me."

"Don't make me say it again."

"Yes! Yes!"

The poor knight would never understand how he had angered this mage lord, he could only wave his arms, hurriedly calling for the knights to regroup.

The knights tremblingly dispersed, mounting their horses, their long-trained orderly formation seeming to be a bit chaotic.

Viktor walked up to a white stallion and mounted it with a swing.

He glanced back at Kevla and said calmly:

"Don't worry."

"I won't beat up that old man... for now."