Chapter 1232: Clown

"?"

Not receiving a reply from Li Ang, but instead seeing a trace of pity in his eyes, the young version of Prince An De Lie couldn't help but furrow his brows, then continued:

"As for what the situation is now, you should be able to guess a part of it. The world before your eyes was painted by me according to my own memories, and with your current ability, there is no possibility of breaking it open and escaping."

"So?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

"You're telling me this—are you preparing to make me give up resistance, or do you want me to surrender to you directly?"

"No need, I don't care about those."

Prince An De Lie shook his head, then reached out and pointed at the green-eyed young lady Li Ang was protecting behind him, saying with a sincere expression:

"I only want Fei Liya. If you return her to me, I can directly let you leave here."

"An De Lie Ge Ge..."

After listening to Prince An De Lie's "simple" request, a trace of emotion couldn't help but surface in the green-eyed young lady's eyes, and she wanted to walk out from behind Li Ang. However...

"This isn't good, is it?"

Reaching out to grab Fei Liya by the collar and pulling her back behind him, Li Ang stared at the young prince's green eyes and said:

"There are only two members of the Ke Luo Ke Wang Shi left now, you and her. If she is also handed over to you, once the bloodline of the Ke Luo Ke Wang Shi is severed, the effectiveness of the Watchtower Palace will decline, and my mission will be a complete failure."

"That is your business."

After listening to Li Ang's reply, Prince An De Lie furrowed his brows slightly, then said with a somewhat cold expression:

"The strength of the Watchtower Palace's effectiveness has nothing to do with me, nor does it have anything to do with the Ke Luo Ke Wang Shi. Neither I nor the Ke Luo Ke Wang Shi have the responsibility to maintain the effectiveness of the Watchtower Palace for the Cleaning Bureau.

As for your mission... Li Ang Ge Xia, I hope you can understand that I am willing to stand here and discuss this with you only because I don't want to take action against you in this world, so as not to dirty my painting, not because I don't have the ability to deal with you.

Now that I am willing to let you and that Director Ai De Hua leave, you had best agree to it and not continue to challenge my patience. Otherwise, the final result will definitely be something neither of us wants to see."

"Mm-hmm."

Nodding noncommittally, Li Ang grabbed the struggling Fei Liya and asked with narrowed eyes:

"Compared to completing the Cleaning Bureau's mission, I truly care more about my own safety. This trade isn't impossible, but how can I be certain that after I return Princess Fei Liya to you, you will truly let Director Ai De Hua and me leave?

After all, I am currently trapped in the painting you drew, and Princess Fei Liya is my only trump card. If you were bluffing just now and take action against Director Ai De Hua and me immediately after taking her away, what should I do then?"

Prince An De Lie furrowed his brows upon hearing this and said somewhat impatiently:

"Speak plainly, what do you want to do?"

"I want an insurance policy."

Li Ang raised the 【Silver Dagger of Cutting】 in his hand, gestured at Fei Liya's forehead, and then proposed with a sincere expression:

"To ensure that you, Dian Xia, won't go back on your word, I can return Princess Fei Liya to you halfway first. As for the other half, I'll return it to you after Director Ai De Hua and I are safe... Hmm... do you want the left half or the right half?"

"?!!!"

After listening to Li Ang's proposal and looking at the cold, flashing dagger on her forehead, the green-eyed young lady, who had been struggling non-stop, immediately became obedient and didn't dare move at all, beginning to wink frantically at Prince An De Lie.

Don't! I don't want to be split vertically into two halves! You must not agree to him!

"..."

"If you don't want to talk, then forget it." After glancing at the 【Silver Dagger of Cutting】 Li Ang was gripping tightly in his hand, Prince An De Lie understood that he had rejected the condition he proposed. He was silent for a while, then raised his head and said expressionlessly:

"Although I don't want to dirty this painting, since you don't agree to my condition, there's no other way... Goodbye, I hope you won't regret it in a moment."

After leaving behind a threat that made no sense, the young version of An De Lie trembled slightly, as if something had been drawn out of his body. His eyes, which had been slightly angry, returned to their clear appearance, untainted by knowledge.

"Eh?"

After looking at Li Ang before him in surprise, the young An De Lie hugged the leather ball, scratched the back of his head in confusion, and asked with a completely puzzled face:

"Who are you..."

"The assassin who is going to kill you."

After casually replying to little An De Lie, Li Ang suddenly stepped forward with his dagger, grabbed Prince An De Lie, who had been startled, and stabbed him seven or eight times in succession.

"Dian Xia?!!!"

Seeing this sudden scene, the guard captain, who had been watching covetously from afar, was completely stunned. His eyes suddenly bloodshot, he scrambled over, wanting to snatch Prince An De Lie back from the "assassin" to see if he could still be saved. However...

"So amazing!"

Feeling his own body, which had been stabbed seven or eight times but didn't have a single wound, the young prince couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise. He threw away the leather ball, clapped his hands vigorously, and then asked excitedly:

"Are you a magician? Your knife has a mechanism, it can retract when it touches people, or the knife is soft! Did I guess right?"

"Wrong."

Letting the young prince touch the blade of the 【Silver Dagger of Cutting】 so he could confirm the condition of the blade himself, Li Ang looked at the young prince's undamaged clothing and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Right now, not only could the "canvas" not be cut, but even the "content" and "characters" of the painting could not be cut. Aside from the places directly touched by the blade, any place that was cut would instantly reseal.

It seems Prince An De Lie's painting ability truly restrains him to the point of no return. Director Ai De Hua's judgment was completely correct; in this kind of battle where he couldn't see the opponent's true body, he truly couldn't handle it.

And just as Li Ang was secretly worrying, looking at Prince An De Lie, who had no wounds on his body and was curiously studying the small knife, the tall and sturdy guard captain who had rushed halfway over couldn't help but let out a long breath. Then, as if he had collapsed from exhaustion, he stumbled two steps and supported himself against a nearby sculpture.

Damn it... This stinking magician, I'll beat you every time I see you from now on!

After glaring fiercely at Li Ang, looking at Prince An De Lie, who was grabbing Li Ang's arm and stabbing himself with the knife again and again, the still-shaken guard captain took two breaths, then hurriedly rushed over and advised earnestly:

"An De Lie Dian Xia, these people are suspicious, you had better..."

"Hmm?"

Hearing the guard captain's advice, the young prince couldn't help but blink in surprise, then pointed at Li Ang's red, round nose and the gaudy oil paint on his face, and asked in confusion:

"Where are they suspicious? Isn't he the clown from the circus troupe invited by Father, responsible for livening up the atmosphere?"

"???"

This time it was Li Ang's turn to be surprised. Looking at the big red nose that had suddenly appeared in his field of vision, Li Ang, whose eyes had widened suddenly, hadn't even had a chance to speak when he felt his clothing suddenly become heavy.

It was as if an invisible giant paintbrush, dipped full of carefully mixed colorful pigments, had lightly brushed across his clothing, painting the black wool coat he had just changed into into a clown suit full of vertical colorful stripes and sets of mottled color blocks.

Immediately following this, a long segment of somewhat muddled life as a performer, wrapped in fairly exquisite juggling skills, suddenly rushed into Li Ang's mind. The corners of his mouth, which had been tight, habitually curled up, breaking into a brilliant and formulaic big laugh.

"..."

Damn it, this time I really have become a magician!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1233 =====