Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Ning Shu was carried inside, into the main hall. Allen, who had a huge sword on his back, looked at her.

He said, a little frustrated, “It’s quite annoying that she can’t understand us. We might as well kill her.”

Allen reached for the sword hilt on his back, seemingly intending to slash Ning Shu.

Ning Shu: …

As expected, he really was ruthless.

“Release me first, then I’ll tell you,” said Ning Shu.

Hearing Ning Shu speak, Allen drew his sword.

The large sword’s aura was very strong. Allen eyed the sword, seeming to really want to just cut Ning Shu down.

Ning Shu: Please be more normal…

“If you could understand me, why did you pretend to be deaf and mute before?” Allen interrogated Ning Shu.

“I was so scared I couldn’t speak,” Ning Shu replied.

“You don’t look scared,” Allen said, scrutinizing Ning Shu.

“Master, this servant is challenging your authority. You can’t be lenient with her,” said the servant, his arm hanging limply like a noodle.

Allen’s expression was impassive. “Do you possess any skills?” he asked Ning Shu.

Ning Shu nodded. “I do.”

Allen took two steps toward Ning Shu, dragging his sword, which carved a line on the ground.

“What skills?” Allen asked, intrigued. “Or perhaps you possess a treasure?”

Rumors said a slave of the Duke of Gars could vanish and reappear in place.

The Duke would have that slave perform this skill at gatherings.

Allen hoped that this female slave he bought also had some sort of impressive skill that he could show off.

It was best if the skill was also rather graceful and fun to watch so that he could offer the slave to the princess.

He wanted to outshine the other knights serving her.

“Release me first so I can demonstrate,” Ning Shu said.

“Master, this female slave is definitely trying to deceive you. It’s better to brand her first,” suggested the servant.

“Shut up,” Allen rebuked coldly.

If this female slave really had unique skills that he could show to the princess, there was no way he could present a branded slave to the princess.

Allen lifted his sword, which radiated a white glow.

With a clang, the lock on the iron cage was slashed open.

Ning Shu’s eyes dilated, but her expression didn’t change in the least.

Although Allen hadn’t slashed the entire cage, just the lock, it was enough to show his finesse and mastery of strength.

This Allen was not weak.

Ning Shu assessed the power gap between her and Allen as she quietly pushed the iron cage door open.

She stepped out.

Jesus, she felt like she was leaving a birdcage. Her legs had gone numb from squatting.

Ning Shu hammered her legs, feeling a pins-and-needles sensation.

“You can start your performance now,” Allen sat down and crossed his hands over his chest.

Ning Shu leaned against the cage. “Wait for a bit. My legs are numb, give me a minute.”

After her hasty cultivation session, she finally managed to form a small strand of energy.

She had absorbed both yang energy and spiritual energy, so her dantian was currently a mess.

Ning Shu was weighing the odds of being able to defeat Allen.

She glanced at his giant sword and felt that the odds were a bit up in the air.

“I’d advise you not to try any tricks. You’re my slave now. You won’t be able to escape the palm of my hand,” Allen warned Ning Shu.

Ning Shu immediately replied, “What do you mean? I wouldn’t dare play any tricks.”

Ning Shu rubbed her legs as she mused over things.