RMLP Chapter 300: What Were You Planning to Do? (Part 2)

'Three times? Then if she hadn’t had god-tier armor, she would’ve already died?'

He had nearly lost Christine needlessly.

Feeling he’d been too careless, Ryu Min bit his lip.

'I shouldn’t have been off hunting. The supporters might be in danger.'

He had truly believed sending slaves would be enough—too complacent a thought.

'I need to reflect.'

This wasn’t the time to stand around—he had to meet the other supporters too.

“You don’t have to worry anymore. Dorothy and Jeffy will protect you. Dorothy, I’m counting on you.”

“Ah, of course. Don’t worry, Mr. Black Scythe. I’ll protect Chrissy even if it costs me my life.”

Hearing Dorothy’s confident reply, Ryu Min felt reassured.

As for Jeffrey—he was a slave, so there was no need for further confirmation.

At that moment, Christine’s inner voice came into Ryu Min’s head.

—It would be even better if Mr. Black Scythe protected me…

Though two people would be guarding her, who could compare to Ryu Min?

It wasn’t hard to understand Christine’s thoughts.

But Ryu Min had other responsibilities.

He needed to protect not only Christine but others as well, and also rack up stats through hunting in this round.

This was the only real chance to become drastically stronger.

“This round has danger all over. So if you want to survive, it’s important to stick with trustworthy people.”

“How do we identify trustworthy people?”

“I’ll handle that. You just follow the direction I give you.”

Ryu Min pointed in one direction.

“If you keep going that way, you’ll find a place called Twin Canyon. I’ll send the others there too, so let’s meet there.”

“Will you come too, Mr. Black Scythe?”

“I’ll come once I’ve finished my business.”

Having designated the gathering spot, Ryu Min vanished using invisibility.

When even his presence was completely erased, Dorothy was surprised, but the others, used to it, just turned their heads toward the direction he had pointed.

***

“Let’s go.”

“Phew. F***.”

“That was close.”

Once they felt they’d gotten far enough, Seonbi and the others sighed in relief.

“What the hell was with the sudden appearance of Black Scythe?”

“Right? If we had fought, we’d have been totally screwed.”

“And what was with that Dorothy chick, suddenly popping out of nowhere, tsk.”

“If it wasn’t for her, we could’ve managed a 3-on-2.”

To be honest, they had planned to kill Jeffy and take Christine.

That had been their goal from the start.

“F***, if we’d just killed that Jeffy guy, she would’ve been ours. But Dorothy had to jump in.”

“Still, even with Dorothy, it was doable, right? 3-on-3 isn’t hopeless.”

“Yeah. We could’ve taken them—before Black Scythe showed up.”

But once a being they couldn’t beat even with all three of them appeared, they had only one thought:

They had to get out—before Black Scythe realized their intentions.

“Looks like he didn’t catch on, right?”

“Yeah, seems that way.”

“Didn’t expect him to let us go so easily. Heh.”

“So what if he’s strong? He’s dumb as bricks.”

“Pfft, what a dumb leader.”

Ridiculing Black Scythe, the three licked their lips in frustration.

“Too bad. If it hadn’t been someone like that, we could’ve stripped that saint down like we planned.”

“Exactly. If we’d stayed with her under the excuse of protecting her, we could’ve leached off her healing and buffs for 72 hours.”

“Then we could just kill her once she was no longer useful. Right?”

“Nah, just killing her is a waste. Might as well enjoy her first, right?”

“So who gets first turn?”

“Me, obviously, you bastard.”

“Says the limp dick. What a joke.”

“Puhuhuhuh!”

As the three laughed and joked, an ogre appeared.

KRUUUUGH—ARRK!

But the moment it appeared, its neck was stabbed, and its body riddled with wounds.

The trio tore it apart like taking out their anger, drenching themselves in blood.

“Huff… huff… F***, and we lost the perfect opportunity too.”

“That bitch. Thought she was pure, but turns out she was already rolling around with that Jeffy guy.”

“If it weren’t for Black Scythe, we could’ve taken them. F***.”

“By the way, what’s with that Jeffy guy? He acted like he was taking orders from Black Scythe.”

“Is he Black Scythe’s lackey?”

While wiping the blood off their faces, one of them had a sudden thought.

“Hey, why the hell are we running away from Black Scythe?”

“Right? Honestly, what did we do wrong? Did we rape the saint? Or even start a fight?”

“It was that Jeffy bastard who started it first.”

“You’re right. Now that I think about it, this is pissing me off.”

“We didn’t do anything, so why is he telling us to get lost? F***ing bastard.”

“Just ‘cause he’s Black Scythe, he thinks he’s all that? F***ing piece of trash.”

The three, fuming, suddenly grinned with twisted smiles.

“Not that we didn’t plan to rape her, of course. Heh.”

But their grins vanished in an instant.

“What were you planning to do?”

A fourth voice whispered in their ears, and the three flinched in terror, turning their heads.

There stood the one person they never wanted to run into—smiling.