The Grand Duelist

Chapter 194: Swift End to a Life

Chapter 194: Swift End to a Life

"Ezreal! How shameless of you to come back!" One of the inquisitors cried out in anger upon seeing Ezreal. 

The rotting old man who could be considered as the Vice-Captain of the Inquisitors frowned.

"Why did you come back, Ezreal?"

Ezreal lightly smiled, "I came back, not to cause any trouble but to complete some unfinished business." 

"Unfinished business?" The rotting old man whispered. His eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

The other inquisitors also had the same look on their faces while the jail janitors felt inexplicably nervous. For them, Ezreal's name was similar to a legend. They heard about his amazing feats, but ever since he became a traitor of the Kingdom of Nether, they were forced to not speak about anything regarding him anymore.

Nevertheless, it didn't mean that these inquisitors and jail janitors would just forget about his existence. 

In fact, some of the inquisitors even felt a shiver down their spines when they saw the mysterious glint of Ezreal's sapphire-like eyes. With his affinity to nature, Ezreal gave of a cooling and refreshing vibe just by looking at him, but when they associated Ezreal's actions back then with his image. These men could do nothing other than shiver in fear.

"What do you mean unfinished business? What are you talking about?" The Captain of the Inquisitors asked. He was the most sensitive of everyone in here regarding killing intent. He could feel a hint of killing intent from Ezreal's calm and placid eyes.

The reason why none of his comrades felt his malice was probably because Ezreal was so good on hiding it.

Ezreal swept his gaze at the inquisitors and the jail janitors. Upon confirming that the person he was looking for wasn't with them. Ezreal furrowed his eyebrows and replied, "Today, I must kill someone. But don't worry, I will only kill a single person and apart from him, I will spare the others from death."

"But if all of you dared to stand in my way, then I will mow you down like him." The killing intent within Ezreal's eyes thickened to the point that everyone could finally feel his fury. 

The jail janitors gulped a mouthful of saliva. The killing intent struck them like a truck.

"You're here to kill one of us?" The Captain of the Inquisitors stared right at Ezreal. He could feel that his comrades were somewhat afraid of Ezreal. But it was probably because they saw his exquisite, yet uniquely inhumane torture methods back then. In truth, the Captain himself wasn't actually afraid of Ezreal.

After all, for someone to become the Captain of the Inquisitors. Deep knowledge regarding the human body wasn't the only requirement. One must also have a certain amount of strength. He was confident that with his strength, he could easily subdue Ezreal.

But...

He was curious as to who Ezreal wanted to kill that he could radiate such a thick killing intent.

He reckoned that Ezreal probably wanted to kill that person for a long time already.

"Who do you want to kill and why do you want to kill him?" The Captain of the Inquisitors asked.

The others perked their ears, afraid that they wouldn't hear Ezreal's answer. Of course, they didn't say anything and just kept their silence. Their actions were clearly a silent approval to the questions of the Captain of the Inquisitors.

"I have no obligation to answer that question." Ezreal calmly said.

He then proceeded to walk towards the inquisitors and the jail janitors.

"You... Stop right there! Answer my question first or I will not let you enter this place!"

The Captain of the Inquisitors pointed at Ezreal and his power surged.

Ezreal made a sidelong glance at him, "If you dare to block my way, I'm going to kill you. Mark my words." 

The area immediately descended into silence.

The Captain of the Inquisitors froze where he was standing and so did the other inquisitors and the jail janitors.

Despite the fact that Ezreal was walking so close to them that they could probably kill him if they attacked at the same time.

None of them dared to move.

Ezreal was moving so casually that he looked as if he was walking in his own backyard. The restrictions placed within the Underground Penitentiary were now useless against him due to the Class Bestowal that he received from Joseph.

Ezreal received the class, Enforcer of Order. His ability gave him the power to demand compliance and order from everything that dared to stand in his way. This was the reason why he was so confident that these restrictions couldn't hurt him. Even though he was classified by these restrictions as hostile, as soon as they attacked.

Ezreal immediately dispersed them with just a single word.

Swooosh!

A ray of light flew towards Ezreal's head and chest.

"Stand down."

A single command came out of his mouth and the lights dispersed and fizzled out. 

"This power that master gave me really is convenient. Although it's quite exhausting." Ezreal lightly chuckled. The orders of the Enforcer of Order were quite terrifying and almost impossible to defend against. However, it was also really exhausting for the user.

Even with Ezreal's boundless vitality as a member of that particular race.

He wasn't an exception to it.

Ezreal soon arrived at the barracks of the Jail Janitors.

He didn't bother hiding his presence and he soon saw Javier staring at his general direction with nervousness.

From the looks on his face, it was clear that it has been a long time since he was staring at Ezreal's direction. It seemed that Javier already predicted that Ezreal would return to take his head. At first, he may not be convinced of the possibility of such a thing happening since no matter how powerful Ezreal was, he couldn't possibly go against the Kingdom.

But now that the Kingdom was in ruins.

There was nothing protecting Javier anymore.

A few minutes later, a miserable shriek rang out and Ezreal came out from the barracks.

He was holding the head of Javier, one of the Jail Janitors of the Underground Penitentiary.

"My business here is done."

He hurled the head towards the Captain of the Inquisitors and walked out of the Penitentiary.

Never to return.

"I..."

The Captain of the Inquisitors held the head of Javier in his hands.

Thud...

He collapsed onto his knees and sprawled on the ground.

His emotions, unknown.