Chapter 132: Beauty Seduction, Ruthless Revenge, Guardian.

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"No problem! I will do as you wis.h.!.+ I will make up for everything to you!" Qian Jin smiled faintly. With translucent tears rippling in his eyes, Qian Jin folded the letter meticulously, tucked it into his arms, and placed it into the warrior dimension. He then lifted his head slowly to look at the dark blue sky, as if he was observing a smiling fat face amidst the clouds, "Just see how I take revenge for you, how I chop down all the enemies standing in my way, and how I command wind and cloud!"

Rosella took out a piece of faint yellow sheepskin from a deeper layer of the jar and held it to Qian Jin with both hands, "My brother said multiple times that you were the only prime guardian of the Roll Family. Therefore, this employee certificate made of sheepskin with legal enforcement power has been kept without being used for long time."

Prime guardian! It only came into being with the seal of the royal family, the court, or the castellan. It represented the imperial signature of Zence Empire on a piece of paper made of sheepskin.

Julius looked at the sheepskin held in Rosella’s hand mesmerizingly. The Roll Family had hired some guardians, but the prime guardian never showed up. After all, it was reserved for Qian Jin! She thought that Rollin hadn’t bought this expensive official certification from the castellan because of his greedy nature of being a merchant.

Qian Jin looked at the faint yellow sheepskin certificate and rotated his wrist behind him. He took out a thin flying knife from the warrior dimension, dismantled the enchantment power of the wind and cloud golden body, cut his finger and pressed his fingerprint on the sheepskin.

The piece of paper flashed with hundreds of lines of blood.

Rollin’s letter was written freely, and the writing between the lines could only be perceived by Qian Jin.

Julius propped her hands on the ground and gazed at the [Guardian] proof held in Qian Jin’s hands. Her heart was beating fiercely. It symbolized a great power in the Roll Family. If Qian Jin and Rosella formed an alliance, her intent of commanding the Roll Family using his son, a baby she brought to the world at the expense of having s.e.x with the fat Rollin would be broken. Moreover…

No! No way! Julius secretly looked up at Rosella, and a vicious look flashed through her beautiful eyes. The Roll Family is mine! I married the fat Rollin for the sake of his family property! I have been suffering for two years, and I can’t have my plans ruined! My last plan was to kill her! If I kill her, Qian Jin’s ident.i.ty as [Guardian] will be subjected to my son, which means forming an allegiance to me! By that time… even if the Cae Family left me, it would still sound nice to have a macho guy serve me day and night. Just do it!

Under the cover of her loose mourning dress, Julius clenched her right hand. She slowly conjured a magic scroll in her hands, with which the spiritual power was slowly grew.

She was a mage apprentice! A mage apprentice who had studied in Oakland Mage and Warrior Academy and achieved great accomplishments, obtaining Level-6 spiritual power!

Yet, her ident.i.ty as a mage apprentice was overshadowed by her role of being the enviable young mistress of the Roll Family and the alluring campus beauty.

The spiritual power was transmitted into the magic scroll as smoothly as a stream. The spiritual lock on the scroll was opened, and an ice spike silently flew through the long sleeves of her mourning dress, aimed directly at Rosella.

Done! Julius felt ecstatic. As long as this spell was sent out, it could easily wipe out as strong a warrior like Qian Jin, let alone an ordinary girl without any warrior strength. It was the ice spike that she had bought at a high price!

Crack! The stiff ice spike collapsed in the air as Qian Jin’s fist was fixed on its flight path. The glistening ice cubes were like broken crystal, reflecting resplendent sunlight as they curled in the air.

Rosella lifted her delicate and exquisite face. A look of ease and safety was twinkling in her eyes. She smashed the spiritual power of the magic scroll around her waist and took it back to her mind.

Mage apprentice! Julius looked at the broken ice spike with a blank look. The splas.h.i.+ng ice cubes were her only hope, yet they had been totally smashed by a fist.

"How could it be?" Julius slumped down onto the cold ground, feeling even colder inside her body. How could this attack, which should have been a guaranteed success, end in failure? How could this sneak attack be stopped in such a close distance? That b*tch! She was a mage apprentice! Why didn’t I know this before? She had acc.u.mulated Level 6 Spiritual Power at that moment despite only being seventeen? These… these two people… weren’t people I couldn’t put up with…

"Alas…" Qian Jin bent over by Julius, sighed, and suddenly stretched his wrist to grasp her throat and lift her up with his five fingers. Her legs were swinging in the air, and her alluring face flushed. She scratched Qian Jin’s arms, begging for a way out, "I promised Rollin to send you to the stars to stay with him. However, you are the mother of Rollin’s son, which makes it difficult for me to kill you. However, you just gave me a good reason."

"I… ahem… I…" Julius looked into Qian Jin’s unsympathetic eyes and felt increasingly hopeless. Despair rose up in her eyes, and she stooped trying to free herself Qian Jin’s hands, but hurriedly stripped off her clothes from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s!

Flap… flap…

The string of pearls inlaid on her buckles was broken and slowly fell down to the ground. They bounced on the ground surface and made a sound that resembled raindrops pattering on the ground.

Two white and plump b.r.e.a.s.t.s bounced up, while the nipples stood erect, preventing her clothes from slipping down.

Julius moved her hands around her fair skin and pressed against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, trying everything she could to change her harsh and suffocated breathing into seductive inhaling and exhaling. A coquettish look appeared on her flus.h.i.+ng face.

As her last attempt, Julius tried to swing her waist and hips. No one could escape being attracted to her body, including Rollin and Caesars, who ditched every other woman for her. Even when Caeller, the dean, saw her body, desire s.h.i.+ned in his eyes.

Qian Jin was of no exception! Qian Jin couldn’t resist such seduction as well! Julius twisted her body hard, saying to herself that as long as she insisted on seducing him, he would sooner or later surrender to her.

"Alas, will Rollin refuse to enter my dreams and drink with me at night if I have seen the body of his wife?" Qian Jin spoke to himself and clenched his fingers inward. The cracking sound of bones being broken overlapped with the pearls’ clas.h.i.+ng sound with the ground. Julius’s legs drooped vertically, moving slightly due to inertia as she was swinging around before her death. Her beautiful eyes were filled with an unbelievable look.

She couldn’t believe that this man could turn a blind eye to her consummate body. Also, she couldn’t believe he could finish her life in such a cruel way. Killing is illegal!

Qian Jin opened his arms to throw away Julius’s body. Her body, which hadn’t cooled down completely, flew in a curve in the air and collapsed into Rollin’s coffin, falling down by Rollin’s shoulder. The coffin didn’t appear crowded with the addition of Julius’ corpse; instead, it looked harmonious.

"Pooh!" A loathing expression appeared on Rosella’s blus.h.i.+ng face upon seeing Julius lying in the coffin as she said, "Shameless!"

Qian Jin gazed at Rollin and said to himself, "Buddy, I have sent you the present you wanted. Have you received it? If so, please tell me when you show up in my dreams tonight."

The crying voice of the baby came from the backyard, as if he was sending off his mother as she headed for the stars.

Rosella hurriedly turned back and ran for the backyard. Qian Jin picked up a bottle of liquor presented it to commemorate Rollin in the mourning hall. He came back to the place he was sitting and continued leaning across the coffin. He carried the wine bottle, drank some liquor and licked the remaining liquid around his lips. He looked up and said, "Buddy, offer me a drink one last time."

The mourning hall regained its silence. Qian Jin turned his hand and took his Zhanmadao from the warrior dimension. He placed it somewhere within his reach and drunk the liquor Rollin "treated" him for the last time in sheer silence.

The liquor, which used to have a spicy and fragrant flavor, became rather bitter today.

Rosella, in white mourning dress, carried Rollin’s offspring in her arms and walked gently to Qian Jin. She knelt down and said with hesitation, "Now that sister-in-law has also died, this baby…"

Qian Jin wobbled the bottle with the remaining liquor and said, "I will be the father of this baby."

Rosella felt surprised, while Qian Jin continued speaking, "Your brother also mentioned that…"

Bang! The gate was quickly opened on both sides under a strong force and bounced on the walls with a cracking sound. Numerous wood pieces broke off from the gate. Dented footprints appeared on the wooden gate. Dust that had gathered on the gate floated onto the ground as it was forced open.

A row of warriors dressed in miscellaneous colors were standing in the blank street outside the gate.

Qian Jin looked at the three people walking in the front of the row, two of whom were acquainted to him. On the left side there stood Caeller, the former managing director and present dean.

Standing in the middle was the guardian of Oakland city, Fabreidis, who was dressed in his old dim blue long gown. He had short and mazarine hair, an incisively carved face, and a slender yet energetic figure.

The middle-aged man stood on the right side was dressed in an extravagantly embroidered long gown. From his gestures and expressions, it gave off a sense of grandeur. His golden hair was combed to the back of his head, and he walked in a poised way, all of which made him distinct from ordinary men.

Fabreidis was a little shocked upon seeing Qian Jin, who was leaning across the coffin, carrying a wine bottle and looking up to the sky. A faint elated look crawled on his face. He crossed his hands behind his back and walked into the yard.