## Chapter 220: On the Verge of Breaking Out
The three people who walked out from behind the screen, from left to right, were an Assassin, a Necromancer, and a Barbarian. If my judgment wasn't wrong, among the dozen or so Mercenaries who ambushed me in the Palace last time, the three whose Aura I felt particularly strong were likely them. What a narrow escape from a Nemesis. At first, I thought they were High-Level Mercenaries. If I had known they were Members of the Fallen Alliance, I definitely would have attacked first and slaughtered them all.
Judging from their Aura, if these three Class Changers weren't hiding their Strength/Power, the Assassin on the far left should be slightly weaker than Chauldon, while the Strength/Power of the other two was comparable to the Assassin's. Based on this Inference, their Level should be around Level 20-something, not exceeding 30, but they should be a few Levels higher than me. Don't underestimate just a few Levels; you must know that my current Level is 23, and Level 23 and Level 24 are a watershed for Strength/Power, because only at Level 24 can one master Tier 3 Skills. Therefore, putting aside Experience and Technique, their Combat Power wouldn't be much weaker than Chauldon's.
"Say one thing and hit the mark every time, this is really troublesome."
I scratched my Brain with some Helplessness, looked towards the Three-No Princess glumly, and complained.
Although there was no specific Data before, the Existence of three Experts around Jerhyn was an expected Matter/Thing. Don't forget that the Three-No Princess is Jerhyn's most Beloved Daughter, and the little spy's Effort is profound. If it weren't for their Existence, I wouldn't have needed to participate in this Action at all. To put it another way, my main Purpose for participating in this Action was to deal with the three of them.
But it's fine, all three are common Level Class Changers. I feel like I should be able to handle them easily. If it were three Class Changers above Level 36, perhaps what I should be considering now is how to cover this group of people's escape.
Having such a relaxed Idea/Thought is not because I am arrogant. Possessing the Bugged Amulet, Mutated Summoned Pet, and Redeemer, these three great Cheat Items, if I still underestimated myself, it would be too unfair to them. To be frank, to kill me now, unless it's a speed-type Class Changer above Level 60, or several Level 40-50 Class Changers launch a Sneak attack. Otherwise, I will let them understand what it means for an outsider monk to chant scriptures.
Prince Az clearly didn't know about the Existence of these three Class Changers, so the panic on his face now was just as Jerhyn had expected, only a few steps away from being a stray dog. He stared fiercely at the Organizer with a questioning Vision/Insight, only to find that the other party still wore a calm and confident Appearance, as if the Matter/Thing before him was already within his Expectation.
He couldn't help but suddenly recall that "Expert" from before Depart. Although he didn't think a so-called Expert could defeat three Class Changers, he cursed the Organizer for hiding something from him while simultaneously showing a hopeful Gaze towards me.
Is it my turn to appear? If I don't do something soon, I'm afraid our side's Morale will drop to a historical low point, perhaps even surrendering without a fight. Three Class Changers plus eight High-Level Mercenaries are definitely not something our seventeen Mercenaries (and that includes the Three-No Princess who is only Level 10-something) can deal with.
"Cough cough—" Just as I was Coughing in a feigned manner, brewing some lines in my Brain, the Three-No Princess beside me suddenly let go of my Cloak, and as if risking everything, stepped forward a few steps. Her small Body stood straight. Her sudden Action attracted everyone's Attention.
She slowly and firmly lifted her Hat, revealing her exquisitely beautiful face with a hint of childishness. She looked steadily into the astonished Jerhyn's eyes, and a layer of sorrowful misty color gradually covered her large eyes.
"Imperial Father, please, don't keep making mistakes."
Crystal clear tears slowly slid down her delicate cheeks. She looked at her Father with a gaze that was almost pleading, hoping he could Realize/Wake Up. For her, who was not good at expressing, this was the limit of the Feelings/Emotions she could show.
"You... you..."
Jerhyn looked at his most Beloved Daughter in astonishment, speechless for a moment. Who laid out the Layout? Why is there still no Soldier until now? The Answer...
Prince Az also turned his Head, Dumbfounded, looking at Marisa. What in the world is going on? In his heart, he had already cut that damned Organizer into a thousand pieces ten thousand times.
"Hmph hmph hmph. Not bad..."
The Three-No Princess's unexpected Action disrupted everything's Layout. Even the people on our side didn't know what to do for a moment. Just as the Atmosphere in the Great Hall was stiff and frozen, a cold and sinister laugh interrupted everyone's deep thought.
I stepped forward a few steps and unexpectedly stood behind her, holding her tightly in my embrace with one hand.
Uh, such a soft Body, compared to Little Sarah, each has its merits... No, no!! Now is not the time to talk about this. Believe me, I definitely didn't hold her in my embrace to take advantage of her.
"Didn't expect this, did you? She is now our prisoner. I advise you to surrender obediently, otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen to your Beloved Daughter, hehehe..."
How melodramatic, how much like a cannon fodder side character's lines! I didn't expect I would have such a day. Sigh, I always feel that my dignity as the Protagonist has dropped to an unprecedented low point. The Little Ghost, who had been watching this Good Show from inside the Necklace, was laughing uncontrollably, not even noticing that I had "unintentionally" taken advantage of the Three-No Princess. Go to sleep, you!!!
Marisa struggled a few times in my embrace, then turned her Head, astonished and confused, looking at me.
"Hmm!? Don't misunderstand, I just wanted to play the role of a villain on a whim."
I blinked at her almost imperceptibly, said in a Voice only the two of us could hear, and then continued to sneer at Jerhyn.
At the same time, the Organizer also showed an Expression of Praise towards me, as if saying, "As expected of Lord, instantly dissipating a Storm into nothingness." If Prince Az knew that the entire Action plan was orchestrated by this Three-No Princess, perhaps even if he successfully usurped the throne, there would still exist a gap between the two sides that would be difficult to mend.
God knows, actually, I just felt the Three-No Princess was too pitiful. If Jerhyn knew that everything was planned by his Beloved Daughter, he probably would never be able to forgive her. Anyway, the bad guy role has already been taken, might as well go all the way.
"Despicable rebels, to threaten This King with such despicable Methods, are you even men?"
Jerhyn roared like crazy, his face changing color. It seemed the Three-No Princess held considerable importance in his heart. However, he quickly calmed down and showed a resolute look. Abandoning the Throne for his Daughter, such a Matter/Thing would probably only appear in nonsensical Novels.
"You will regret what you have done. Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."
A crazy ferocity appeared on his face, and he waved his Large Hand: "Except for Marisa, don't leave a single one of the others. Capture them all for me! I will let you know what hell on earth is."
But. Except for the eight Mercenaries around him, the three Class Changers he relied on most were completely unmoved. And those eight Mercenaries who rushed forward a few steps, feeling this strange Atmosphere, also stopped, looking in surprise at the three Class Changers who should have rushed up with them.
"Truly wonderful, tsk tsk, I didn't expect to see such a wonderful Good Show."
The Assassin showed a mocking smile and said lazily.
"Cackle cackle cackle, a daughter enlightening her father with righteousness, what a moving scene. Jason, don't you think you should shed a few tears to show something?" The Necromancer in the middle said with a spine-chilling laugh.
"Is it over just like this? How about letting those eight Mercenaries rush up? Let's make a bet and see how long they can last."
The Barbarian on the far right grinned with cold, sinister Teeth, excitedly swung the Weapon that never left his hand several times, and said words that made all the Mercenaries present both surprised and angry.
"I told you to capture them all! Didn't you hear?" Jerhyn, like a clown, rebuked angrily.
"Shut up, you grasshopper! Who do you think you are?" The Barbarian suddenly turned his Head. His nearly three-meter tall Figure looked down from a height at Jerhyn, who was like a dwarf. He gestured with his Great Axe towards his Body. That pair of cold Gazes made people not doubt at all that he could cruelly dismember the other party in the next moment.
"Imperial Father!!!" Marisa, held in my embrace, exclaimed in surprise. She struggled desperately, wanting to rush up, but was held tightly in my embrace by me.
"Stop, leave it to me..." Before I finished speaking.
"Stop. Took, the Leader is still in Lut Gholein. Don't blow things up. Be careful he kills you." The Assassin named Jason shouted coldly. When mentioning the Leader, his face showed a mix of respect and fear.
"Tsk!!"
Even the fearless Barbarian seemed extremely wary of the Leader Jason mentioned. He reluctantly withdrew his Axe from Jerhyn's neck and fiercely spat at him.
Jerhyn, who had saved his own Life, seemed to have suffered a severe blow. He sat back on his Throne like losing his soul, his Gaze dull, as if he had gone mad.
"Hey, I say!!!!" I finally couldn't help but roar angrily.
"From just now until now, you have completely ignored my Existence!!"
Since entering this Door, the Actions I wanted to take, the words I wanted to say, were always being interrupted. The only complete sentence I said felt only like some passerby Alpha with a blurred face was blustering while holding a Hostage, feeling complacently.
"Who is this? Was there such a person just now?"
The Assassin Jason turned his Head and asked the Necromancer. The questioning Expression on his face was like a hundred-thousand-ton hammer smashing onto my Head.
"Mm, indeed there was."
The Necromancer pondered for a moment, then answered decisively. As expected of a Sorceress, their Memory is countless times better than that damned Assassin. I'll leave you a complete corpse later, I thought in my heart. But in the next moment...
"However, under normal circumstances, the role of holding a Hostage while standing at the very back, aren't they all weaklings? The type who immediately piss their pants after the main force collapses, abandon the Hostage, and secretly tuck their Tail and run away..."
This Necromancer gentleman must have read many Hero Novels, so he quickly analyzed the most likely Situation.
"Didn't expect a mere grasshopper actually has such courage. The courage is commendable. Don't worry, I, Took, will leave you a complete corpse."
The Barbarian Took immediately accepted the Necromancer's explanation and added imagination, then looked at me with a gaze of Praise, snatching the lines that should have been mine.
Must be calm, absolutely must be calm. This must be the Enemy's Trap. I took a deep breath for a long time, only barely managed to show a smile on my face, but the veins on my forehead were still bulging.
"Everyone, if you don't mind, I do have a Suggestion."
I made a gesture towards the other side. The next moment, the Killing Intent that had always been restrained instantly erupted.
"How about we go outside and have a good chat? What do you think?"
I spread my hands and said with a smile. A surging Battle Intent burst forth from my Body, blowing the black Cloak making it flap loudly. The entire Great Hall was filled with an Atmosphere that made people almost suffocate. The invisible Pressure echoed between each other like a Fierce Beast, roaring. The Mercenaries with weaker Strength/Power frightenedly retreated to both sides. Finally, only I and those three Class Changers still stood at opposite ends of the Great Hall, quietly facing off.
"Cackle—, I really misjudged. I didn't expect you were also a Class Changer."
The Necromancer said with a cold smile. Even that Assassin who had always been cynical showed a greatly surprised expression.
"Then, I think I should now have this Qualification to have a good chat with you. Gentlemen of the Fallen Alliance, you were really hard for me to find."
I licked my dry lips. A slight bloody smell quickly spread in my mouth. The crazy Battle Intent surged and roared like surging waves. It's been a long, long time since I've anticipated a Battle like this.
"Interesting, too interesting. Do you think you alone can deal with the three of us?" After a brief surprise, the Assassin once again showed a mocking expression, looked me over, and said.
"Whether I can do it, talking alone is useless. If you have the guts, then follow me."
I coldly left these words, turned around, and walked towards the Door.
The three hesitated and exchanged glances. They also seemed unwilling to fight in such a narrow place. Furthermore, if they accidentally killed Jerhyn here, the Leader wouldn't let them off easily. After exchanging glances for a moment, they followed closely behind me and went out, leaving the dozens of people in the Great Hall standing there Dumbfounded.
"Imperial Father!!"
Marisa anxiously rushed towards the soul-lost Jerhyn, gently supporting his weak Body that seemed to have aged decades in an instant.