Chapter 50: Equivalent Exchange

Chapter 50: Equivalent Exchange

Elizabeth rode her horse into the mansion.

The guards at the gate and those in the inner courtyard rushed out upon hearing the commotion, surrounding Elizabeth. Their gazes turned towards Capas, hesitant to make any rash moves.

The gray-robed old man stood in the shadows, furrowing his brow as he glanced at the scene outside.

Capas looked at Elizabeth on horseback, his eyes lighting up. He calmly reached into the collar of the succubus, pulling out his hand and giving it a nonchalant kick. He stood up with a smile, adjusting his clothes. "I am Capas. You must be Miss Elizabeth, right? You are much more beautiful than in the paintings."

Elizabeth coldly stared at Capas. "Are you planning to kill Charlotte?"

The smile on Capas' face instantly froze. He had guessed the reason for Elizabeth's sudden visit tonight, but he hadn't expected her to be so straightforward, skipping the pleasantries and jumping right into such a sharp question.

"Who said that? I don't even know who Charlotte is. Why would I want to kill him?" Capas shrugged, innocently smiling.

"If you dare to touch him, I will kill you."

Elizabeth's sword flipped in her hand, slashing down at the roaring bonfire in the courtyard.

The burning logs exploded, sending sparks flying.

The succubi screamed as they dodged backward, afraid of the sparks landing on them.

In the alternating light and darkness, Capas stood motionless in place, watching Elizabeth with a sinister smile. "I like your character. You are my most satisfactory fiance."

"Do you even deserve to marry me?" Elizabeth sneered. Suddenly, her white horse charged forward, and the silver heavy sword aimed at Capas' neck.

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The guards were shocked, rushing forward.

They couldn't imagine that the young lady of the Lord's family, who was about to become the Viscount's fiance, would make a move against him.

Bill's hand hidden under his gray robe also reached out, gripping a black magic wand, his gaze fixed on Elizabeth.

In the entire scene, only Capas remained completely calm, wearing a smile and even opening his hands.

The heavy and sharp sword shifted slightly higher before piercing Capas' throat.

A strand of hair fell, accompanied by a string of blood droplets.

A gash appeared on Capas' face, blood streaming down.

As the longsword returned to its sheath, Elizabeth turned her horse's head and walked towards the entrance. She stopped in front of the gate and spoke coldly, "Today, I declare to you that the engagement is void!"

After saying this, she rode away, and no one dared to stop her.

"Lord, are you all right?"

"Quick, call for a doctor!"

The guards hurriedly approached, surrounding Capas with a panicked expression.

"Interesting, this woman has successfully caught my attention." Capas, however, looked at the empty gate, laughing.

After about three minutes, the discomfort rapidly subsided, leaving him with a warm and pleasant feeling throughout his body, as if he had just taken a hot bath.

His strength had instantly increased by 300 kilograms, and his muscles probably doubled in size.

Charlotte lowered his head and looked at his chest and abdomen, but he was stunned for a moment.

The six-pack abs on his abdomen became more pronounced, but they didn't become more prominent.

The same applied to his chest muscles, which became more refined instead of turning him into a bulky warrior.

"After reaching a certain level, the enhancement focuses on muscle quality rather than quantity?" Charlotte rejoiced.

He had been worried that as his strength increased, he would turn into a square-shaped warrior.

Now it seemed that his worries were completely unnecessary.

For Charlotte, who was preparing to cultivate martial skills, this was a good thing.

Refined muscles meant stronger instant explosive power and better control, which was crucial for a knight.

If he turned into a muscle-bound hulk who couldn't even scratch his own back, he would only become a target on the battlefield.

Moreover, Charlotte liked the state of appearing thin when dressed but having muscles when undressed.

With just loose clothing, he could hide himself and keep it as his trump card.

"Why don't you grow according to the rules?" Charlotte looked down at his second brother.

Growing up could also be a kind of trouble.

The 300-kilogram increase in strength made him feel a bit inflated internally as if he could knock out a cow with a single punch.

In reality, a punch with over 1,000 pounds of force was indeed enough to kill a cow.

Now, what he lacked was a good martial technique. He had strength but nowhere to use it.

After taking a shower and coming out, Charlotte went straight back to his room and retrieved his phone... no, it was a black stone.

His finger swiped across the smooth screen, and the perpetually uncharged black stone lit up. The group chat was quiet, but the Light Chaser had sent him two new messages.

Light Chaser: [I've confirmed the case, there is indeed evidence that poses a threat to Cromwell. Send me the rest of it.]

[However, even with the evidence, it's not necessarily enough to take down Cromwell. His power is beyond your imagination.]

This chat record didn't show the time, which was a drawback.

But the Light Chaser's words made Charlotte's eyes light up. Although she said it might not be enough to bring down Cromwell, having some hope was still good.

Moreover, it seemed that she had considerable power in the Lance Empire; otherwise, she wouldn't have actively intervened in this whirlpool.

After contemplating for a while, Charlotte replied to the Light Chaser's message.

Miracle: [Equivalent exchange. I'll send you the remaining contents of the notebook, and you'll do something for me.]