Work Prophet
Chapter 512 - 130: The Underachiever Has Many Stationeries

Chapter 512: Chapter 130: The Underachiever Has Many Stationeries

Miss Rabbit’s first reaction after winning the duel was to run to Li Yu, excitedly exclaiming, "Did you see that, Merlin? Did you see that?! How did I perform just now?!"

"Very impressive," Li Yu praised sincerely.

Flintlock guns, especially smoothbore flintlocks, were not very accurate in shooting, especially when there was smoke. Even with "Gaming Sunglasses" to adjust the fog resolution, visibility would still be somewhat affected.

Yet Ireya still hit her target with a single shot; her marksmanship was indeed remarkable.

Miss Rabbit, basking in Li Yu’s praise, had her ears quivering happily, even more delighted than if she had found a bag of money.

Just then, the Dawn Sword, supported by his retinue, staggered over. He walked unsteadily with one hand clutching his wound but still managed to congratulate the Lady, albeit with a somewhat insincere tone.

Then he turned his gaze to Li Yu, "You must be Prophet Merlin. I’ve heard much about your deeds, how you’ve saved many people on your way to the Royal Capital. There are even rumors that you can bring the dead back to life.

"But hearing is believing. If you can heal the injury I’ve received, the Grafson family will remember your kindness, and my father might even consider having our family and the people in our territory worship Saturdays."

The Dawn Sword said proudly, but he was quickly interrupted by the Lady.

"You’re lying. As far as I know, Sir Keron has seven sons, and I highly doubt you have any say in front of your father."

The Dawn Sword felt embarrassed being caught in his lie on the spot. He indeed just wanted to freeload a healing from the Double Rest Sect. As for changing his family’s religion, he simply had no authority to do that.

Li Yu didn’t fuss about it too much and said to the Dawn Sword, "Let me see your wound."

At his words, the Dawn Sword released the hand that had been pressed against his waist.

Li Yu glanced at the location of the injury and immediately had a bad feeling. Seeing the dark brown blood oozing from the wound, he advised.

"If you have any last words, now’s the time to find someone trustworthy and get them in order while you can."

Hearing this, the Dawn Sword’s complexion changed several times, then he sneered after a moment.

"I thought the Double Rest Sect was something special, but it seems you’re only so capable. You can’t even handle such a small wound."

"It’s not about the size," Li Yu shook his head, "it seems you’ve damaged your liver."

If it were modern society, a gunshot wound to the liver could still be surgically treated in time, with a fair chance of survival.

But this was the Bratis Continent, and Li Yu was not trained in surgery, especially not with internal organs; it was almost time to cover the body with a shroud.

However, the Dawn Sword refused to accept such an outcome, cursing, "If you don’t want to heal me, just say so. I can still find someone else. The Priest of Cornelia is in the stands, and she won’t leave me to die like you!"

"Then I wish you good luck," said Li Yu.

The Dawn Sword snorted coldly, no longer bothering to maintain even a semblance of courtesy, and had his retinue take him toward the stands.

Li Yu watched his figure leave, then turned back to see the young girl daydreaming.

"What’s wrong?"

"Although he’s a bit annoying, I actually didn’t intend to kill him. I was aiming for his leg, but he curled up into a ball, and the shot ended up hitting his right waist," Ireya explained in a low voice.

"I know," Li Yu nodded, "this is a martial arts tournament, and injury and death are inevitable. It was you who told me that."

"Mhm."

Lady Immanuel felt slightly guilty, but not very much.

After all, this wasn’t her first time witnessing death; as a child, she had sneaked a peek when her father executed criminals in their territory, and upon becoming a lord, the task fell to her.

Ireya had even personally executed a death row prisoner, so don’t even think about comparing her with modern society’s girls her age.

As expected, Miss Rabbit shook off her confusion after a moment and perked up again. Moreover, she saw the Imperial Horse Guard Minister Count Randall leading a horse towards her.

It wasn’t the grey old horse that Edward II had ridden to mask his strength, but a young stallion.

It had a tall frame, yet a narrow chest, its hind legs were strong and slender, and with a long neck, its overall lines looked smooth and aesthetically muscular, as if it harbored endless power.

But what was most eye-catching was its coat, which was not only gold but also shone with a metallic luster, instantly drawing everyone’s attention the moment it appeared.

"This warhorse is called ’Sun King,’" Count Randall introduced, "It isn’t a native Bratis warhorse. His Majesty purchased it three years ago from a merchant from a foreign country for 3,000 gold coins.

"Ordinarily, warhorses cannot be transported by ship, so we still don’t know how the merchant managed to bring it here, and until now, we haven’t seen another warhorse of the same breed.

"His Majesty is very fond of the ’Sun King,’ but according to his agreement with you, the horse is now yours."

The Imperial Horse Guard Minister then added, "I must warn you, the Sun King has a terrible temper. It’s very proud. It took His Majesty a full two months to tame it. I hope you’ll treat it well, and I believe it won’t disappoint you on the battlefield one day."

Ireya took the reins from Count Randall’s hands, noticing that the horse was impatiently pawing at the ground, and eyeing her, its new owner, with disdain.

Indeed, quite proud.

But Miss Rabbit rather liked the look of the Sun King; after all, it was valuable, worth a full 3,000 gold coins, ridden by His Majesty, and now in the hands of a Dragon Slayer Knight. How could its value not increase by another 2,000?

Moreover, this was a warhorse from a foreign country, unique on the entire Bratis Continent, with further potential for hype.

All in all, it was definitely a fine steed!

As for the Sun King’s performance on the battlefield, Lady Immanuel didn’t really care, for she wouldn’t be riding it to charge into battle!

Still, the young lady said with a serious face, "Please thank His Majesty for the gift. I will certainly not waste the Sun King’s talents."

Count Randall nodded and exchanged a few polite phrases with Lady Immanuel before hurrying back to report.

As for Ireya, she immediately passed the reins to her Guard Captain, as the horse looked unfriendly and ready to kick at any moment.

Miss Rabbit knew her limits; she probably couldn’t tame this spirited horse in her lifetime.

But that didn’t stop the young lady from being happy. She inventoried her equipment: she had the treasured sword Beast Claw, mount Sun King, both bestowed by the emperor, as well as the Dwarf Armor gifted by the Immanuel family and the Dragon Scale Shield forged from dragon scales.

Unbeknownst to her, she had already assembled a set of divine equipment, which was a sense of having an abundance of school supplies for a poor student.