Deities: Starting From Goblins
/ Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1380
Chapter 1380: 754 Chapter: Princess Chapter 1380: 754 Chapter: Princess Even though he knew he didn't belong with the Princess, even though there seemed to be no future between them, Logan still hoped that the Princess could live happily and well, hoping she could forget those unpleasant experiences and start anew.
The Princess nodded silently, she knew Logan was right. Yet, the memory of this man was deeply branded in her heart, impossible to erase.
Logan gave a few more instructions, telling her to rest well, and that the rest of her time would be arranged by the Emperor and herself, and that her father would come to visit her. After speaking, Logan took his leave first, giving the Princess some quiet space.
The next day, Logan was cultivating in his room, immersed in his own world, when suddenly, a raucous noise broke the silence.
“Logan, who is Logan? Get out here this instant!” A rough voice sounded outside the door, filled with provocation and rudeness.
Logan furrowed his brows, retracted his aura, and immediately went out. At the door stood several imposing figures, dressed in splendid clothes–it was clear they were from some aristocratic family.
“I am Logan. Who might you be? Why are you looking for me?” Logan asked calmly, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.
“Why? Hah, you should be well aware!” One of them sneered, “You killed a disciple of our noble family, and now you have the audacity to ask why? Logan, we're here to claim your life today–prepare to die!”
With that, they all pounced at Logan together. Logan's heart chilled; he hadn't expected these people to be so daring as to attack in broad daylight. Nevertheless, he wasn't frightened, for he had the confidence to face any challenge.
Hearing this, Logan finally understood their purpose. He squinted slightly, looking at these fierce descendants of a noble family, and couldn't help but feel amused. So, they had come to seek justice for those people, sent by the family clan of that group.
“I killed your family clan's disciple?” Logan raised an eyebrow and countered. His tone was playful, as if he didn't take these people seriously.
Hearing this lightly poised counter-question, one became furious. One of them pointed at Logan's nose, fuming, “You–you know very well what you did! And now you have the nerve to ask us? You think we don't know it was you?”
Logan shrugged his shoulders, looking innocent, “I haven't done anything; you can't accuse someone without evidence. Do you have any evidence? Show me.”
“Logan, is it? Don't pretend you're unaware of the vile things you have done!” Another person spat out through gritted teeth, “Let me tell you, every one of our family's disciples is equipped with an Image Recording Stone. The last person they saw before dying was you; you're the one who laid hands on them! What more is there to discuss?”
With that, he flicked his wrist and tossed the Image Recording Stone into the air. It traced an arc before landing steadily on the ground in front of Logan.
Logan looked down at the Image Recording Stone, his face still wearing a calm smile. He bent down, picked up the stone, and examined it carefully. Then, he looked up at the group and said, “Oh? Is this your evidence? Then I better take a good look.”
As he said this, he pinched the Image Recording Stone lightly, seemingly assessing its authenticity. The few onlookers were puzzled by Logan's composed demeanor; they had expected him to panic at the sight of the stone but were surprised by his calmness.
“Humph, stop faking it! The Image Recording Stone has recorded everything clearly; you're the murderer!” One of them said impatiently, “What more could you possibly have to defend yourself?”
Logan merely smiled without immediately responding. He placed the Image Recording Stone in his palm and gently gave it a turn before speaking, “Oh? Did you ever consider that the Image Recording Stone could have been tampered with? After all, in this world, nothing is impossible.”
The images on the Image Recording Stone instantly appeared, the scenes flowing smoothly, vividly capturing how Logan single-handedly turned the tables and slaughtered those seven or eight people. Logan's figure was agile, his movements swift, every action precise and deadly. It was as if he had already anticipated every move his opponents made, easily defeating them one by one.
Although it was somewhat shameful that their own disciples were effortlessly killed, this was still solid evidence that identified the murderer. The man curled his lip, a flash of disdain in his eyes, but quickly refocused on the matter at hand. He stared at Logan, his tone full of smugness and provocation, “How about that? You've seen the evidence, no more words to say, right?”
Logan simply yawned coldly, appearing utterly indifferent. He half-closed his eyes lazily, his mouth curling into an amused smile, “So what if I've seen it? So what if I did it?”
Such a dismissively arrogant attitude was beyond description. Hearing this, the family disciple almost burst with anger. His finger trembled as he pointed at Logan, his voice turning hoarse with fury, “You–you insolent wretch! You're being utterly defiant! Do you think you can just kill someone and get away with it? Let me tell you, our family clan will not let you off!”
Chapter end
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