Caesar really wanted to pin Cecilia to the ground right now and have a good talk with her.
He could understand that since Cecilia had been in the wild since her hatching, living like a savage, it was normal for her to feel curious and hungry for human 'civilization'.
Unlike him, whose Soul contained a corporate slave from Earth, he had long since grown accustomed to such scenes.
But understanding was one thing; rules still had to be established. If he continued to let her run wild like this, a major disaster would happen sooner or later.
Just as he was organizing his words, preparing to conduct a serious 'pre-job training' session, the voice on top of his head that had been making a fuss suddenly lowered, sounding a bit more serious.
"Earth Dragon, at the three o'clock direction behind us, five humanoid bedbugs are following us."
Cecilia's voice was extremely low, carrying a hint of the vigilance belonging to a True Dragon.
"They are repeating our path and have followed us through two street corners already."
She asked in a small voice, her tone revealing an eager excitement: "Should we fight? I can try the newly learned [Tickle]. My inheritance memories say this move can make lower organisms instantly lose all resistance and expose all their weaknesses while laughing wildly!"
Caesar didn't need to look back; his perception, which far exceeded that of ordinary people, had already sensed the tails behind him.
Five guys with low Ranks and unsteady footsteps; the stench of cheap ale mixed with greed on them could be smelled from a long way off.
Information had delivered itself to his doorstep.
The small spark of anger in his heart was instantly suppressed by the interest of fishing for prey.
"Don't be in a hurry," Caesar responded in a low voice, his voice buzzing under the cloak, "Take them to a nice place."
He controlled Hakime's tall body, deliberately turning into an increasingly remote alleyway.
The alley was very narrow, with towering stone walls on both sides covered in damp moss; the only exit was where they had entered.
This was a perfect dead end.
Caesar stopped his pace, pretending to be completely oblivious. He fished out a gold coin from his Storage Ring, placed it in his palm, and began to examine it by the dim light, muttering to himself as if counting his assets.
This appearance of being 'rich but stupid and completely defenseless' was a direct invitation to the pack of hungry wolves behind him.
"Hehehe..."
At the alley entrance, five figures blocked the retreat, the shadows making their faces look particularly hideous.
The Scar-faced Man in the lead weighed a thick wooden club in his hand, while the other four held daggers and short clubs, approaching step by step with naked greed on their faces.
"Boss, look at this chick, she actually dared to crawl into a place like this. Isn't this just delivering a meal to us?" A monkey-like thief licked his lips, his eyes fixed on Hakime's graceful back.
"Shut up, Jack." The Scar-faced Man barked in a low voice, but his gaze grew even more heated. "I told you, these noble young misses who run away from home have mush for brains. They have no courage but plenty of money; just scare them a bit and they'll confess everything."
He bared a smile full of yellow teeth at his companions.
"Brothers, do you remember our slogan?"
"We remember!" A short, fat thief picked up the conversation excitedly. "Let her know what's called—the simple and honest folk customs of Oster!"
"The five of us brothers will charge together! We'll definitely make it so she can't look after both her head and tail!"
"Heeheehee, the ultimate insult?"
"That's right, the ultimate insult!"
The several men let out suppressed, wretched laughter. In their eyes, the 'fat sheep' with her back to them was already in the bag.
In the alley, Caesar and Cecilia were already prepared to counterattack.
They were even looking forward to seeing what kind of wonderful expressions would be on these people's faces when the cloak was lifted to reveal not some delicate Young Miss, but a hideous dragon head and grim claws and teeth.
However, the Scar-faced Man was clearly a bit more 'cautious' than his few stupid subordinates.
Although this chick had recklessly walked into a dead end, which was exactly what they wanted, she was, after all, a 'big wagon' over two meters tall, looking difficult to deal with.
To be safe, he decided not to make a sound first, and quietly circled to the side and rear to give the back of her head a hard blow.
Knock her out first, then do the business; this was his 'professionalism' from many years.
The Scar-faced Man held his breath, raised the wooden club in his hand high, aimed at that head which seemed particularly small under the hood, and swung down with all his might!
In his ears, he had already rehearsed the dull thud of the club hitting bone and the sound of the woman falling to the ground.
*Bang!*
A dull, heavy sound.
The wooden club smashed solidly against the back of Hakime's head.
However, the expected fall did not happen.
Before the sound of a body hitting the ground could ring out, what entered their eyes was a terrifying sight enough to make them live in nightmares for the rest of their lives.
That beautiful head... flew off!
The head, along with the hood, was like a stone thrown by a catapult, drawing a bizarre arc in the air before landing with a'splat' on the ground several meters away and starting to roll.
A deathly silence filled the alley.
The hideous grins on the five thieves' faces shattered instantly, leaving only extreme bewilderment and fear.
The... the head fell off?
He knocked someone's head off with one blow?
The Scar-faced Man looked at the wooden club in his hand that had snapped into two, then looked at the head still rolling on the ground, his mind a complete blank.
Was his strength really that great?
What made it even more incomprehensible to them was that the head that had flown out did not stay on the ground. Instead, it circled once in mid-air, and then, a pair of small wings covered in silver scales suddenly unfurled from both sides of the head!
That loli head, which was incredibly exquisite, flapped its wings and hovered in mid-air, a raging fire of anger tumbling in its pair of red pupils.
"You... you despicable bedbug... you actually dare... to hit this young lady's head?!"
Cecilia's voice was sharp, trembling with that absurd rage.
And where it stood, that massive two-meter-two tall body that had lost its head made a sound of joints twisting at the neck and turned around extremely slowly.
The hood of the cloak was empty, containing only a bottomless darkness.
That headless body took a step and started walking toward them.
"Ah... ah..."
The monkey-like thief's teeth began to chatter, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a 'clang'.
"Gho... Ghost!!!"
Another thief let out a scream that didn't sound human and turned around, wanting to run toward the alley entrance.
The scene was too bizarre.
A flying head, a headless body.
This had already exceeded their meager imagination.
"Want to run?"
Caesar's deep voice rang out from that headless chest cavity, his tone full of playfulness.
He raised a claw and pressed it lightly against the ground.
[Sand Tomb]!
After a low murmur, the bluestone ground of the entire alley liquefied in response.
The hard stone slabs instantly turned into flowing sand, forming a huge, constantly rotating vortex.
"Aaaaaah!"
The Scar-faced Man charging at the front felt the ground vanish beneath him, and his whole person instantly sank. The sand submerged him up to his chest, and a huge suction force pulled him firmly downward.
"He... Help!"
"What kind of magic is this?!"
The other four thieves were not spared either. They struggled in the quicksand, but could only sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate themselves.
Icy fear drowned their reason.
Their minds were blank; this was neither magic nor a Martial Skill, it was clearly divine punishment! It was the wrath of the earth!
Caesar walked as if on level ground in the quicksand, unhurriedly approaching the Scar-faced Man who had sunk the deepest.
Caesar was in no hurry to make the kill.
He wasn't some kind of demon.
At most, several giant hands made of sand stretched out from the sandy ground, precisely grabbed their ankles, and pulled them down bit by bit.
When they were about to suffocate, the sand hands would lift them up again, letting them catch a breath and see clearly the despairing faces of their companions, before dragging them into the abyss of sand once more.
Suddenly, despairing cries and pleas for mercy echoed in the alley.
Cecilia, in the air, watched this scene. The anger in her heart had mostly dissipated, replaced by a sense of lingering fear toward Caesar's torturous methods.
Oh no, I almost forgot this guy is a demon, ao!
Recalling Caesar's vengeful personality and her own performance today... Cecilia's throat moved as she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
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