Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 1184: Chapter 188: Lady Bayonetta’s Restless Heart and News, Lavish Gifts from the Speaker

As a Divine Chosen Knight of the Sun Goddess, Su Li had already commanded dozens of battles of all sizes; he knew better than anyone how difficult it was to ambush over ten thousand men.

Even with the aid of a Natural Spirit, and even at the foot of Gray Mountain, facing the brainless, headlong charge of the Khorne Legion, he had still failed to ambush a legion of over ten thousand.

Yet by some coincidence, the Third Legion of Marle Castle had been completely ambushed—by some coincidence, it was precisely this legion that had just finished changing equipment; and by some further coincidence, they still managed to break out after falling into the ambush, only to report issues of equipment errors and poor quality.

One coincidence is a coincidence; two coincidences already carry a strange smell, and when this many coincidences pile together, it can only mean there is definitely a conspiracy lurking behind this!

So when faced with Su Li’s questioning, a flicker of panic flashed across Lady Bayonetta’s peerlessly beautiful face, but she instantly adjusted her mood, the corners of her lips lifting in a composed smile as she said, ”I’ve always heard a rumor before: Treachery is cunning and wise, Violet is wise and cunning. Lord Su Li, as a believer of the Sun Goddess, you’ve truly shown me today that the rumor is not false. Such a simple exchange, and you still manage to think of some conspiracy theory?”

Treachery is cunning and wise, Violet is wise and cunning?

That had to be said to fit the image of the Sun Goddess Church rather well.

Su Li did not fly into a rage either, because Treachery itself was the aggregate of the Human Race’s most extreme emotions, symbolizing the wisdom and civilization of humanity, as well as extreme schemes, plots, and the like.

If he really got worked up, he would be falling for this woman’s trick; so Su Li calmly looked at Lady Bayonetta and launched a counterattack, asking, ”Aren’t you afraid that in this deal I’ll take advantage of you again?”

This aggressively phrased counter-question was like a cold needle, precisely puncturing the composed fa?ade Lady Bayonetta had painstakingly maintained.

In her bright, spring-water eyes, that forced calm instantly shattered, sending fierce ripples across the surface. A surge of indescribably complex emotions rushed to her heart—shame, anger, and a stinging sense of humiliation at having an old scar ripped open in public. That auction deal with Su Li, that disastrous defeat where she handed over a Mythical Level Holy Artifact as though it were a common stone, had always been the deepest scar in her otherwise smooth, privileged life, the anger and dark resentment that made her gnash her teeth even in her midnight sleep.

To have Su Li bring it up so nakedly, with that hint of mockery, made Lady Bayonetta feel as though an invisible whip had lashed across her face, burning hot. She bit down on her silver teeth, almost able to hear the grinding of her molars.

That carefully suppressed resentment was like dormant volcanic magma, completely ignited in this moment, boiling and surging. She snapped her gaze up to meet Su Li’s mocking eyes; the undisguised sense of control and aggression in that gaze made her heart skip a beat!

She detested this feeling, because ever since she had become the Lady of the City Lord, it had been a very long time since anyone had stirred her emotions so violently. Even if those emotions were anger and resentment, there was no denying that in her heart, Su Li was absolutely different from all the ordinary people.

”Lord Su Li jests.” Lady Bayonetta’s voice was several degrees colder and harder than usual; every word sounded like it was squeezed through her teeth as she forcibly maintained her last shred of poise. ”Let the past stay in the past. We are discussing our cooperation in the present, which concerns... the future.”

She tried to drag the topic back on track, but the slight tremble of her fingertips and her faintly hurried breathing betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Su Li merely looked at her blandly. He did not continue pressing the attack, yet the pressure in his gaze did not dissipate; instead, it spread like an invisible net, firmly enveloping her. It was as if he were appreciating the way she forced herself to endure her anger and humiliation; that gaze was almost tangible, making her feel like a trophy being inspected and evaluated.

”If the transaction is with Lady Bayonetta, I naturally have no problem. But if it’s with the City Lord’s Mansion, I’m not interested!”

She raised her eyes to look at Su Li; in those eyes that were usually filled with elegant calculation or composed adaptability, for the first time burned a clear flame of anger at being offended. ”What difference is there?”

”The difference is that I very much despise the City Lord.” Su Li’s answer was brutally straightforward, and at the same time his gaze turned scorching, like real flames, falling on Lady Bayonetta without the slightest concealment. That gaze pierced through her expensive gown, carrying a blatant sense of possessiveness and conquest as it roamed wantonly over her mature, voluptuous curves and peerless figure. The undisguised desire to conquer, like a beast fixing on its prey, was naked and dangerous, instantly placing her in a completely unprecedented, violated position.

Lady Bayonetta only felt a rush of hot blood surge to her head, an uncontrollable blush spreading across her cheeks—but this time, it was not shyness, but the blaze of pure rage! Her eyes, usually as cool as a quiet pond, froze into ice in an instant, edged with a biting sharpness as she met Su Li’s aggressive gaze without flinching.

She straightened her slender yet powerfully resilient back; her ample chest heaved with her rapid breathing, tracing out a breathtakingly mature silhouette. The smooth fabric of her deep-purple council robe rippled with the motion, flowing with a noble yet dangerous sheen beneath the brilliant lights of the banquet hall.

”Lord Suli!” Her voice suddenly rose, clear and cold like shattered jade scattering on stone, carrying a chill that seeped into the marrow and a majesty that brooked no Desecration, instantly overpowering the din of the banquet hall. ”Mind your words and your gaze! This is the City Lord’s Mansion of Marle Castle, not your frontier barracks! I am the Lady of the City Lord, and I represent the dignity and Order of this city! Your conduct at this moment is a grave affront to the City Lord’s Mansion and to the noble traditions of the Empire!”