Chapter 24

The city guards who came over looked at each other.

Nalasha turned her head to look at her guards, chuckled, and said, "You really need to work harder."

"Miss, I can assure you, their twenty men can't beat our twenty men. They just have higher combat aura levels, but the outcome of a fight isn't determined by who has the higher combat aura level," Moses said, not convinced.

He was certain that the people who appeared couldn't beat his group; they clearly hadn't experienced real combat.

"Shouldn't you compare age with me, right?" Nalasha pouted and asked.

"Uh! Miss, you're right, we do need to work harder," Moses bent over and bowed his head, not feeling the least bit embarrassed.

Miss is right; where we fall short, we must strive to improve. Excuses will be mocked by Miss.

Little Rodney, the son of Stover Rodney, found it very amusing. A bearded adult afraid of a little girl?

"Is it because of status? Is the little girl very rich?" He couldn't help but ask.

Moses turned to look at him, grinned, and said, "None of those. I can't beat Miss. Little one, you need to work hard."

"Can't beat her? She looks so cute, I wouldn't have the heart to hit her," the little boy shook his head and said.

"Congratulations, Little Rodney. Even if you meet Miss in the desert, you will survive, whether you don't have the heart to hit her or you're afraid to hit her, the result is the same."

"Really? What if I hit her?"

"Your father will tell you. Well, we have another cute baby in our family. Welcome to the family, Nigel Rodney." Moses patted the boy's head as he spoke, and Little Rodney tried to dodge but failed.

The little boy looked up, "Father."

Stover Rodney smiled with satisfaction, "Nigel, you have a bit of a mage's talent, but the former baron didn't allow servants to learn. Later, we couldn't save enough money. Now... if Miss is happy, she will teach you."

"Her?" Little Rodney's expression was more terrified than when they lost their house.

"Hmm!" Nalasha puffed out her chest and raised her head, placing her hands in front of her, "Under the guidance of the Art God, the omnipresent... fire spirits, heed my call—small fireball, yeah! Diameter... is it twelve centimeters? Small fireball, right?"

"Miss is amazing. If I were to evaluate your servant, you're at least a level five mage. If it were a bit smaller, it would be even more deceptive," Moses recalled the small fireball he had seen.

Nalasha nodded and controlled the fireball to shrink, "Like this?"

The fireball shrank, and its color changed.

"Don't compress it. If you compress it a bit more, it will be more destructive than a large fireball," Moses couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Such a hassle. Hey, why did you all rush over?" Nalasha complained and asked the group supporting Mackey.

The group, who had come with a fierce momentum, were stunned when they saw a little girl playing with a fireball.

This...

"Mackey, please explain the situation," one of the people who came, who looked like a leader, asked.

Mackey's original explanation was useless because of the little girl's fireball.

He pulled the captain aside, whispered the truth into his ear, and added, "I confirm, Stover Rodney's new master, that little girl, is a mage."

Mackey knew very well that any excuse or cover-up was not as significant as the existence of a young mage. As long as no one died, everything was fine. Even if someone died, as long as it wasn't a noble, it was still fine. Six thugs with broken legs combined were not even a fraction of a young mage's value.

The captain also understood the value of a young mage. The value of the little girl in front of him was not in how powerful she was, but in how old she was. The fireball was small, but it was compressed. Oh, be careful, don't let it explode.

The captain didn't dare to move, afraid of stimulating the little girl. If she exploded, it would be a huge loss for the principality, and his entire team would face severe punishment.

Just as he was worried, a voice suddenly appeared.

"Who is it? Who blew the whistle? Lucia, the representative of justice, has arrived. Justice will ultimately triumph over evil. The light that shines from the heavens illuminates the earth and the hearts of people, making the Principality of Gers flourish."

The captain of the guards had a headache; the owner of the voice was flying.

A little girl around four years old, with a red dress fluttering, flew over, holding a dreamlike staff with a blooming red feather sunflower at the top.

The captain watched her fly to the other little girl.

"Is it because of you that evil exists?" The little girl who called herself Lucia asked Nalasha, who looked about the same age.

Nalasha looked around and whispered back, "Who are you? How old are you?"

"I am Lucia Gers. Lucia is already four years old. Tell me, do you represent evil?" Lucia waved her staff and asked.

Nalasha shook her head lightly, "I am Sophia Nalasha. The evil person has already been defeated by justice. Lucia, you can fly at four?"

"Genius Lucia is fearless," Lucia said proudly. Flying is a great skill, requiring an affinity with the wind element of over eighty percent, or a grand mage using magic to fly.

"Great." Nalasha's eyes lit up, and then her white dress fluttered as she also flew, but very low, so others couldn't notice. Since she can fly, why can't I?

She felt very comfortable flying and pointed to the six people still moaning and unattended, introducing them to Lucia, "Look, these six bad people occupied my butler's home and wanted to capture and abuse his wife and son. Just as they were about to succeed, justice arrived, and the light filled the world."

"Wow, you can fly too?" Lucia, sticking close to Nalasha, indeed noticed. She was both surprised and delighted, finally finding someone close to her age to play with. The others were too clumsy.

"Yep! I can fly," Nalasha was also happy, having hidden it with great effort.

"Put away your fireball, it's dangerous," Lucia advised. After Nalasha made the fireball dissipate, she pulled the other girl to fly beside the six suffering thugs and asked, "Have they received their just punishment?"

"Ah?" Nalasha didn't know if the butler was satisfied. In the desert, six people would surely die, and she wouldn't hold back. The butler had said that once a conflict arises, if you can't resolve it without a trace, then you must eliminate the root cause.

Either don't act, or act without mercy.

But Murong only broke their legs. What did that mean?

Nalasha looked at the butler.

Stover Rodney clenched his fists tightly, feeling very relieved and excited. Is Miss, like Lucia Gers, a genius among geniuses?

Seeing Miss's gaze, he understood what it meant. At this moment, he could decide the fate of the six people.

He hated the six people who had forced his wife and son to hide in the square, hating their evil intentions. He wanted them to die because, without help, his wife and son might have suffered... He didn't dare to think about it. But...

"Miss, let them go. You and Young Master have just arrived in the capital. The capital is not as peaceful as Edmund Square everywhere."

Stover Rodney chose to let them go; he didn't want to cause trouble for his master.

But he didn't know that if he hadn't said this, the six lying there might still be alive. By saying it, according to Gong Sun Murong and Nalasha's character, the six people must die.

Because the intelligent butler had said, if you can't protect your servants, then don't recruit them. It is an insult to your character and a desecration of your family's will.

So, as the six thugs showed complex smiles and expressions, Nalasha made a listening gesture and then went to the side of the carriage, taking a cage.

Turning back to Lucia, she held her hand and shook the cage, saying, "Grandpa Oriel from Praywater City asked me and Murong to give you a gift. Look, a Fiercebird. It's said to be level four, rank nine. Do you believe it?"

"No, absolutely not. What a cute little bird. Is it from Praywater City? I was just looking for a little bird," Lucia was very happy looking at the bird in the cage.

Nalasha followed the plan she had heard: "Let's see its strength, okay? Do you know fire magic?"

"Of course, look at my red staff," Lucia said confidently.

"Then let's each throw three small fire sparks at the middle of the six people's eyebrows. Let's see if the Fiercebird's attack is powerful, okay?" Nalasha asked again.

Lucia thought this was a great idea and nodded vigorously, "I'll count, one... two... three! Charge!"

"Don't!" Two of the six thugs shouted at the same time, but the Fiercebird, known for its speed, gave them no chance to resist or dodge.

A red light flashed, and a large hole appeared in the middle of each of the six people's foreheads, along with the smell of burned flesh.

Lucia happily lit another fire spark to feed the Fiercebird, saying, "Evil is ultimately judged by justice."

"Yep, the world is cleansed of its impurities," Nalasha was even happier.

Stover Rodney... tears streamed down his face.

His wife tightly hugged her son, and Little Rodney's eyes were filled with longing.

Mackey licked his lips, "What a powerful master. Captain, I'm a bit jealous of Rodney."

His captain, "The Bunier Chamber of Commerce is finished. It's just a small chamber in the capital."

The other informants in the square also dispersed at this time, ready to report the news to their employers.

The common people in the square gave the Rodney family sincere blessings. Rodney was a good butler.

Some young nobles who were preparing to meet Lucia Gers also noted the other girl, who was actually a young mage, capable of casting a small fireball and compressing it to some extent.

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