This Young Master Is Not Cannon Fodder Novels & Stories

Young master saying that is tantamount to making them mad, looking at their faces are already as black as the bottom of a pot, now that they're being said that again, perhaps they can't wait to quickly dismember the two of them. "Damn it! Quickly kill them for me." "Oi, oi they're crazy." Clause Chen happily clapped his hands and looked at the boy next to him. They are like wild dogs now, growling and scratching. "The young master is naughty." "Can't blame me, it's all their fault." "Okay, then let's quickly get rid of them and go to school." "Still have to go?"

He finally shouted, “He is just a worthless piece of trash, how dare you call him Young Master? Camilla stepped forward and seriously said, “Matthew, please watch your words! Young Master Lloyd is an idol to me, and I can't tolerate your humiliating him!”

"Of course it's funny, hahaha!" "F*ck, this guy came to the battlefield to tell us jokes. I guess he came to ease the atmosphere because he saw that the battle between us was too fierce." "Truth be told, I really don't know how Young Master Ye and the others lost a battle against someone like him." "You also know that he's using this as an excuse to gain experience. He doesn't have any real ability at all. He's just a rookie who runs into this kid." "All of them are good-for-nothings."

“This kid is just delightful.” Jenson walked into the barrier platform, and Elder Master Rod said to him frankly, “Boy, Master might as well tell you the truth now. Later, I’ll use the materials gathered from the spot, the long rods, to fight you. You might as well use the same weapon to compete with me, hmm?” Jenson was slightly dazed. This was his grandma’s Master? Jenson ridiculed. “Can I choose a gun?” Elder Master Rod said, “Pfft, if you choose a gun, then what’s the point in me competing?”

He only wanted to guard by the side of his beloved woman. “Tsk tsk, have you guys heard this? This young man came back as a veteran and thinks he is the hero of the world.” “Do you really think you’re so strong you can fight against a hundred men, and that you’re a legendary and incomparably powerful general?” Young Master Hugo heard this and thought the whole situation seemed like a huge joke. He waved his hand and ordered, “What’re you all still waiting for? F*ck him. He is bare-handed. I don’t believe that so many of you cannot give him a few cuts.”

He believed that if the Three Knights weren’t stupid, they would know exactly what to do. Seeing Sean leave directly, the expressions of the Three Knights immediately changed. Sean wasn’t angry, but they could clearly feel the burning anger in Sean Diningrat’s heart. He was the true young master. The person they relied on, Roby, was merely a house steward. Since the young master was angry, it was naturally their duty to help him resolve the matter.

He didn’t give me his number yet I stayed fit on his promise. He was confused now. “Well ma’am, do you wish not to negotiate?” Carnival was a gang that liked to intercede in the treaty before killing. It was their principal. Whatever principle it was it scared me to my guts. I shook my head. Unable to form words. “I’ll show you the way then. Young Master hates waiting.” He signaled me to walk in front of him. Young Master was probably the king of Carnival, I assumed. I walked ahead. The area was as big as I saw outside. We kept walking and corridor after corridor appeared. I looked around. This place was massive.

Master shook his head even though he sat down obediently. “Master, I saw it with my own eyes, the lifeless state of the youngest master Walter and heard the conversation between that horrible man and the youngest master Walter.” Min tried to convince his master, as he was worried that he would not be able to handle the disappointment if he went all way there and saw the heart-breaking state that the youngest master Walter was in.

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

I’d been gone from the world for five years, but I still understood the suffocating weight of desperation. "Your master must be cruel," I said gently. "He should have listened to your side of the story. It’s not fair to blame you for everything—especially when it’s his child running off. Parenting isn’t just the responsibility of a maid." She turned to me, her tear-streaked face a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "Are you... serious? Have you been living under a rock?" I blinked, caught off guard. "Why would you say that?" "Wait," she said, her voice sharp with realization. "You don’t know who Justin Hunt is?"