LWDC Chapter 151

Chapter 151 – Say a Name

Chapter 151 – Say a Name

Chapter 151 – Say a Name

Six days after the death threat was issued, the royal capital was eerily calm, except for the fire the church set in the commoner district.

The church didn’t catch Ning Fei, and Ning Fei didn’t appear before the nobles of the church. Some nobles even had the feeling that Ning Fei was perhaps just verbally intimidating? Or perhaps, he didn’t have the ability to break into the homes of the great nobles, so he was killing obscure lesser nobles, but the news hadn’t had time to spread?

But while some relaxed, others became even more nervous.

On the sixth night, a black carriage slowly drove to the side of the central square. Sitting in the carriage were two people—the somewhat intrigued Duan Yunhong and the frightened Miar.

“The square is constantly patrolled by guards; no one can silently write down a name. Even if they did, Ning Fei might not be able to get close enough to see it.” Miar looked at the brightly lit square, his face worried. “If he can’t see the name, wouldn’t he just kill whoever he wants?”

Duan Yunhong sneered upon hearing this: “He was already killing whoever he wanted.”

“Earl, your words make me feel like you’re friends with him, even siding with him.” Miar looked at him, frowning. “Your previous behavior has already been very suspicious; please don’t let the church increase their suspicion of you.”

“Suspect me, will that help them catch Ning Fei? Don’t dream.” Duan Yunhong mocked. “And are you planning to report me? Based on your offense against Ning Fei that day, you should worry about living through tomorrow first.”

Miar was extremely annoyed by his attitude, but this was the first time he had seen Earl Andrew in six days, and he still needed his help, so he had to endure it. The quasi-saint tried to adjust his facial expression to look a little pitiful, a little aggrieved, a little forbearing—these were the expressions that most of the men (he had entertained) liked.

“My Lord, I didn’t mean to say those things on purpose that day. But he was criticizing the church, and the clergy were all present. I had the lowest status. If I didn’t speak out against him, you should be able to imagine what would happen to me when I went back.” Miar sighed softly, lowering his head. “Actually, I was the one being treated. How could I not want to pay? I was lying in bed at the time and had no idea what others had done. How did Ning Fei misunderstand? But if he’s going to kill me just for that hundred’s worth of medical fee, then I’m really…”

Duan Yunhong waited two seconds: “‘Really’ what?”

Miar: “…”

“If you can’t think of it, don’t force it.” Duan Yunhong’s tone was indifferent, not at all like he was taking the bait. “You’ve been sending people to say you want to see me every day. Get to the point.”

Miar was choked again. That’s right, he had been saying he wanted to see Earl Andrew every day, but that was because this earl had unusually avoided him! Miar had even personally written several earnest letters, but the messengers returned to report that Earl Andrew had opened them, glanced at them, and thrown them away, with no sign of being moved. Before, Earl Andrew had always been the one who actively sought out Miar!

And today, Miar couldn’t sit still any longer. After hearing that Earl Andrew was “again by the central square looking at the situation,” he rushed over in a hurry and panic. In the past few days, Miar didn’t dare to step out of the church’s main building because he was afraid of dying. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have just written letters and not visited in person. Now, rushing over to see Duan Yunhong late at night was because he was really panicking.

Moreover, Miar had another thought—even if Earl Andrew didn’t want to pay attention to him, wouldn’t he be protected if he stayed with him?

This was a last resort. The clergy on the church’s side were too stubborn, insisting that Ning Fei couldn’t kill anyone in the church and would never return if he came. But the church’s key protection was only for the Pope, the clergy, and the formal saints; Miar, this candidate saint with a high risk factor, couldn’t get more manpower. Miar subtly asked the clergy for help, but the clergy still used the same “Ning Fei can’t break in, the church is very safe” excuse to fob him off. These people didn’t value Miar’s life at all. What “candidate saint”? No different from a “holy apprentice,” not much different from ordinary civilians.

As for the other nobles who seemed to have close relationships with Miar in the past, some didn’t value him enough and didn’t take the matter seriously at all, while others valued him too much and, while protecting themselves, clearly cut off their relationship with Miar. Some even blamed Miar and the church for provoking such a disaster, causing the nobles of the entire country to fall into danger. Miar really couldn’t think of a solution, and after weighing everything, he felt that Earl Andrew was the most reliable.

After all, this man had always been very good to him but didn’t want to sleep with him. Miar thought that this man should have “sincere” feelings for him, not just lusting after his body.

In summary, even though the Earl’s attitude had suddenly changed, Miar still regarded him as his last straw: “My Lord, I don’t have many requests. I just hope that tonight until tomorrow, you can help protect me. You don’t have to bother too much; I can stay with you all the time, including at night…”

“Including at night” was already a blatant invitation.

However, the Earl was insensible and only asked coldly, “Do you have an STD?”

“…This question seems too private, Earl.” Miar couldn’t help but look embarrassed. “And this is a very common disease; it doesn’t mean anything…”

“Just asking a question.” Duan Yunhong interrupted his explanation and asked, “If you were given the opportunity to write a name in the square, who would you write?”

–What?

Miar was stunned for a moment, then thought that Earl Andrew was testing him. He quickly replied: “I wouldn’t write anyone’s name. I don’t think anyone should write other people’s names. This will only incite hatred…”

“Don’t talk nonsense.” Duan Yunhong pointed in the direction of the square. “Right now, if I could let you go to the square to write a name, whose name would you write?

“Think carefully before you answer me. After all, if the square is blank until tomorrow, you know best who is most likely to be killed, right?”

The man’s tone was light, but it was like the whisper of a demon, extremely seductive.

Miar was bewitched by his words. The quasi-saint originally had this plan in his heart, but it was only being pointed out. He moved closer to the carriage window, looked at the square, and couldn’t help but say sadly, “Even if I want to save myself, what can I do? There are so many guards there. If I want to go write, they will definitely catch me.”

Turning harming others into “self-help,” Miar was still instinctively beautifying himself at this moment. Duan Yunhong sneered inwardly, also approached the window, and pointed to the square again: “If I can make those guards go away, would you write?”

“…”

“Who do you want to write? Tell me the name and the reason. If the reason is indeed sufficient, I will help you get the name written.”

Miar was completely bewitched.

The man’s finger seemed to point him to a path of survival. Miar thought: Earl Andrew is still willing to save me.

Just as the young man was leaning against the window, about to blurt out the name, a knock came from the other window of the carriage.

Knock knock.

Duan Yunhong and Miar both turned to look, only to see a person standing outside the carriage. He was wearing a dark cloak and standing in the shadows of the carriage, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly. He seemed to have appeared out of thin air from the darkness. Earl Andrew’s coachman and servants should have been nearby, but they seemed to have not seen this ghostly figure approach.

Before the two could react further, the person opened the car window from the outside, his tone very playful: “So, does this count as catching you?”

Miar first thought his voice was a little familiar, then recognized him in a flash, and was shocked: “Ning…!”

Duan Yunhong immediately backhanded to cover Miar’s mouth, and replied to the person outside the window: “This doesn’t count. I didn’t sleep with him.”

Even Miar, in his panic, heard the joy and intimacy in his words, so obvious, so disdainful of hiding.

At this moment, the quasi-saint realized that the relationship between Earl Andrew and Ning Fei was closer than he had guessed.

“Is that so? What a pity.” Ning Fei chuckled, seemingly with some regret. “I thought I could catch you two doing car sex. Wouldn’t that be a big win for me, and I could chase you openly?”

This was referring to the previous agreement between the two: if Ning Fei caught Duan Yunhong “buying coke” with someone else, Duan Yunhong would have to give Ning Fei a large amount of luck, plus be chased by Ning Fei. If he didn’t catch him…

Sure enough, Duan Yunhong replied: “Then you didn’t catch me; it should be my turn to make a move, right?”

“Tch.” Ning Fei remained noncommittal but clearly sneered. Then he directly opened the car door, got into the carriage, and plopped down next to Miar.

Miar: !!!

“Let go, Earl.” Ning Fei pulled down his hood, placed one arm on the back of the seat behind Miar, leaning close to this beautiful young man as if enclosing him in his arms. “I believe this candidate saint won’t scream wildly, right? After all, no matter how fast the guards in the square are, they’re not as fast as I can break your neck.”

Miar was so frightened that he was shaking all over and quickly nodded repeatedly.

Only then did Duan Yunhong remove his hand and even took out a handkerchief to wipe it, a blatant display of disgust. As for the pleading look Miar gave him, Duan Yunhong chose to ignore it.

“So, this candidate saint, you came to the square tonight to write the name of the person you hate, right?” Ning Fei’s fingertips teased Miar’s golden curls, slowly saying, “I’ll give you a chance; tell me directly, who do you want to kill?”

“I, I don’t hate anyone, and I don’t want anyone to die!” In front of this “devil” Ning Fei, Miar’s last remaining dignity made him put on the airs of a cleric again. He even advised with self-righteousness: “Don’t kill anyone anymore. It’s not too late to stop now. Let’s just treat everything as a slightly excessive joke. I will tell the church that you have repented and ask the church not to pursue the matter. Don’t make a big mistake; let God lead you back to the light. Continue to be a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded to redeem yourself. Isn’t that good?”

“Hahaha, ‘Don’t kill anyone,’ ‘Don’t make mistakes,’ ‘Redeem yourself’…How is it still ‘lay down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha on the spot,’ hahaha…!” Ning Fei seemed to have heard a hilarious joke; he almost couldn’t control the volume of his laughter. But only he was laughing at the scene. After he finished laughing, he said with some regret, “Why aren’t you laughing? Isn’t it very funny?”

Duan Yunhong’s brow furrowed slightly.

He didn’t think it was funny, but he didn’t think Ning Fei’s reaction was excessive either. He only felt that Ning Fei seemed to be laughing, but in fact, he should be very unhappy, extremely unhappy. Duan Yunhong didn’t know what to do to make Ning Fei feel a little better. Perhaps in this world, nothing could make Ning Fei relax.

In the end, Duan Yunhong chose to go along with Ning Fei and replied: “He was about to say the name just now – if you hadn’t knocked on the window.”

“Sure enough, you don’t have the goal of shifting the blame; what are you doing here?” Ning Fei turned his head to look at Miar and chuckled. “I don’t have as much patience as the Earl. Now, I’m giving you one last chance. Who do you think I should kill?”

As he spoke, he tapped Miar’s shoulder with his fingertips. Although it was just a light tap, Miar was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

Although it was a tone that could be described as gentle, in the ears of this quasi-saint, it was like a sharp knife was already pressed against his throat. At this moment, Miar realized with unparalleled clarity that if he didn’t say a name, he would be the one dying this seven days, tonight.

“…Deca, it’s Deca!”

Miar closed his eyes and finally said a name. Once he said it the first time, it seemed to become much easier to continue saying it. Miar continued: “I just wanted to write Deca’s name on the square; please kill him!”

“Deca?”

Ning Fei asked back. Duan Yunhong explained, “He’s another candidate saint.”

“Ha, you still haven’t forgotten your position as a saint?” Ning Fei sneered. “You want to use me as a tool to help you ascend to the top?”

Miar immediately shook his head: “No, no, I just really hate him!”

“Oh, you hate him.” Ning Fei pulled down the curtains on both sides of the carriage and then beckoned to Miar: “Come, look at me–”

Miar looked at him subconsciously, while Duan Yunhong reacted quickly, covered his ears, and closed his eyes.

Clap.

Ning Fei snapped his fingers, and a strong light burst forth—!!!

His voice echoed in the depths of Miar’s mind.

“Then go kill Deca yourself; this is your way to redeem yourself.”

——————–

President Duan: Tell me who you hate.

Ning Fei: And then kill him.

What a perfect match, working is not tiring!