Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Tabick was still paying attention to his surroundings before he pounced. The Golden Archer had already woken up and was looking at him in shock. However, he did not seem to have realized what was going on. He was still leaning against the back of his chair. Instead, he was grinning …
The two guards behind the kid were also grinning. They had no intention of protecting their Lord. Could it be that this kid was not the new head of the Norton Family? Suspicions aside, since he had already made his move, he had to take down this detestable kid first. He had to pay the price for insulting him. His dignity as a Golden Knight was not to be trampled on …
As long as he took another step forward, he would be able to grab this despicable brat's shoulders. What else could a Black Iron Ranker do in his hands? He would definitely teach him a lesson later and make him regret offending a Gold Knight like him … But why was this brat in front of him not moving? Shouldn't he be panicking and trying to dodge? He was still grinning. Was he scared stiff?
Tabick tried to grab the shoulder, but he missed … But the shoulder was right in front of him. He had been too impatient and made a mistake. But it did not matter. This detestable kid could not run away now. He grabbed again.
He managed to grab it. But Tabick's face was already filled with shock. He did not manage to grab Laurist's shoulder. Instead, his right hand was grabbed by Laurist. Tabick could not help but howl in pain. He could clearly hear the bones in his right hand cracking. Other than the pain, his right hand could no longer feel anything …
Tabick no longer had the thought of holding Laurist hostage in his mind. He used his left hand to push and pull Laurist away from his right hand. Then, his left hand was grabbed too …
"Ah!" Another blood-curdling scream rang out, this one even more tragic than the previous one. Tabick could clearly see Lollister's entire body spinning a few times in the air, his left arm twisted like a fried dough twist.
Other than the pain, Tabick could not think of anything else. It was as if both his hands were gone. He swayed and could no longer stand. But Laurist did not let him go. He raised his leg and kneed Tabick in the stomach. "Pfft!" Tabick vomited out everything he had eaten in the afternoon. It even stained Laurist's pants.
His chin, his left cheek, his right cheek, Tabek's teeth bade him farewell at last. Laurist kicked and kicked as he cursed, "Who told you to dirty my pants, you idiot …"
Tabeck felt as though he had turned into a piece of wrought iron on an iron anvil that was being hammered continuously. Before he fainted, he suddenly understood why the golden archer and the two guards were smiling. They were mocking him, mocking him for bumping into an iron plate …
Baron Camelot watched in fear as the Gold-ranked Knight Tabeck became a huge sandbag in Lollister's hands. He was like a helpless girl who had fallen into the hands of seven or eight burly men who had lost their minds due to lust. He could not even cry for help. This was a scene he had never imagined. He knew that Tabeck did not like him and even called him a clown. But what could he do? He was just a baron of the palace, while Tabeck was a Gold-ranked Knight. The duke only had five Gold-ranked Knights under him. He had no other choice but to endure and submit.
What he did not expect was that Tabick, a Gold Knight, could not even fight back against Lollister. When Tabick pounced on Lollister, Baron Camorra was still secretly praising that it was a good idea. As long as he took Lollister, the new head of the Norton Family, as a hostage, the Norton Family would have no choice but to obey him. But what happened to the Gold-ranked Knight Tabeck next confirmed Baron Camelot's initial feeling. This Laurist was scarier than a ferocious high-level magical beast.
Although Baron Camelot felt a strange sense of satisfaction when Tabeck, who had always looked down on him, was beaten up by Laurist, he knew his duty as an emissary. He had to stand up and stop this farce, lest the duke and the Norton Family shed all pretense of cordiality. However, when Baron Camelot stood up, Gold-ranked Knight Tabeck had already become a pile of mud under Laurist's feet, blissfully unconscious. He no longer had to be tormented by his body of injuries.
Baron Camelot watched as Lollister bent down and searched Tabick's body in a practiced manner. He took out a bulging leather pouch from Tabick's waist, opened it, and tossed it to a guard behind him. "Take it. Pass it to Steward Spear and put it into her account later. This is the compensation from this idiot on the floor. Consider it compensation for the table and cutlery we've damaged …"
Baron Camelot felt a chill from the top of his head, and his entire body was instantly frozen. His legs could not help but tremble. What, what background did the new lord of the Norton Family have? He had robbed Tabeck's money in front of everyone, and yet he still spoke with such conviction. He spoke of the robber's actions as if it was only right and proper. He knew very well about Tabeck's money pouch, because Tabeck had flaunted it in front of him. Inside it were more than 60 gold fords that Tabeck had accumulated through years of cheating and robbing. Compensation? If Baron Camelot really wanted compensation, the crude wooden table and the ceramic cutlery could fill up the entire manor of the Norton Family …
Clang! Clang! The 20 Silver-tier Knights who came with Baron Camelot and Tabeck flipped over the table and kicked over the chairs. They pulled out their weapons and were about to charge at Tabeck …
The conflict that erupted just now happened too quickly. These Silver-tier Knights who had been drinking for an entire afternoon did not react in time. Then, they saw their boss, the Gold-tier Knight Tabeck, getting beaten up. None of them expected a Gold-tier Knight to be beaten up like this. By the time they realized that it was not a dream, Tabeck had already fallen at Laurist's feet. This time, the 20 Silver-tier Knights could not take it anymore. This was a slap to their faces. If their boss was beaten up like this, they would definitely be treated as a joke when they returned. If they did not take advantage of their numbers to avenge their boss, when would they do so?
"All of you, stop, stop …" Baron Camorra was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet. No one paid any attention to him. These Silver-tier Knights, who were used to hearing their boss call them clowns, did not take Baron Camorra seriously either.
"Redi …" Laurist called out.
Redi unloaded the two javelins on his back and placed them in front of Laurist.
Six javelins were thrown out and lined up in front of the 20 Silver-tier Knights. Each javelin was half a foot into the ground, and they were separated by half a foot. It was as if a fence had suddenly appeared on the ground.
"Anyone who crosses the javelins will be killed. There are two javelins here, and there are 18 left. The 20 of you, let's see which two lucky ones will be able to return alive and deliver the news … "
Laurist's voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the ears of everyone in the dining hall.
The dining hall was silent for a moment. No one spoke. Only Baron Camelot's panting could be heard. Faced with such a situation and his subordinates who did not listen to his orders, there was nothing he could do.
A few Silver-tier Knights who stood in front of the javelins had different expressions on their faces. The swords in their hands flickered unsteadily. They were hesitating if they should cross the fence of javelins on the ground. A rough voice came from behind them, breaking the silence in the dining hall. "What are you afraid of! Everyone, let's attack together and kill this brat … "
"Kill!" The Silver-tier Knights at the front raised their swords without hesitation and charged over the javelins that were stuck in the ground …
The javelins were thrown like lightning. The Silver-tier Knights who had just crossed the javelins on the ground screamed as if they were struck by lightning …
One of the Silver-tier Knights retreated two steps and returned to the back of the fence. In front of him, seven of his companions had fallen. Seven javelins had pierced through their chests and nailed them to the ground. Four of them were struggling in pain as they vomited blood …
The Silver-tier Knight could hear his teeth chattering, and his entire body was trembling. It was too fast. They were less than ten steps away from Laurist, but these seven to eight meters represented the boundary between life and death. The fastest of his companions had only taken four steps before they fell to the ground. If not for the fact that one of his companions had died in front of him and allowed him time to take two steps back, he would have been the eighth person to fall to the ground …
Fortunately, he had reacted quickly and retreated the moment he saw one of his companions fall. Otherwise … it was too dangerous. The exhaustion from escaping death made this Silver-tier Knight feel weak all over his body. He smelled a foul stench and heard a series of sparks in his ears. He stole a glance and saw that his companions were peeing in their pants …
"Who was the one who shouted? Step forward." Laurist said calmly, but he was holding a javelin in his hand. It was obvious that he was going to settle the score.
The Silver-tier Knights naturally knew who had shouted. They could still recognize their companions' voices. The Silver-tier Knights in front dodged to the side, revealing a bearded man holding a longsword behind them.
The man did not expect his companions to suddenly dodge and expose him. Facing Laurist and the javelin in his hand, the man was stunned for a moment. He suddenly screamed and dropped his sword to the ground. He turned around and ran out of the restaurant …
Just as Laurist was about to make a move, a green arrow flew past him and nailed the fleeing Silver-tier Knight to the wooden wall beside the door. The man struggled for a while before he breathed his last.
Josk said, "Trying to escape? You'll have to ask for my bow first … "
The Silver-tier Knights finally remembered that there was still a Gold-tier Sharpshooter in front of them, while their own Knight had fallen to the ground. The remaining twelve Silver-tier Knights kept quiet out of fear. They were worried that the other party would let them go.
"Josk, you bastard. You stole my limelight again." Laurist muttered as he looked at the twelve Silver-tier Knights. Every Silver-tier Knight who met his gaze lowered their heads.
"Very well, I can let you go and forgive your rudeness. But you must pay the price for what you have done and accept my punishment. Now, throw your weapons on the ground and line up over there. Redi, Padt, go take their weapons and bring their purses … "Lollister said.
"You, you're a bandit! I will accuse the Norton Family of being shameless in front of all the nobles! "Baron Camorra was furious and jumped up to accuse Laurist.
"Robbery? Shameless? Lord Baron, please do not compare the Norton Family to the Duke. We do not have the right to call ourselves robbers and shameless in front of the Duke. Could it be that you came here for a holy reason? We used the best food to welcome you warmly, but you did not respect me as your host. Not only did you attack first, you even drew your swords and threatened to kill us. Is it the proper way to treat our Norton Family as guests? "
"Lord Baron, do not forget the customs of the North. When a noble guest comes, we welcome him warmly. When an unwelcome guest comes, we leave their lives behind. As the host, I have already been very merciful. I did not take their lives, only taking their weapons and taking their money as compensation for the things they destroyed. Do you want me to kill them as revenge for disobeying your orders? "Laurist said.
The pitiful Baron Camorra immediately received twelve pairs of hateful eyes.
Reddy ran over and said, "My lord, all twelve money bags are here …"
"Are you stupid too?" Laurist slapped the back of his head, "There are seven more on the ground and one hanging on the wall over there. Don't you see? Go and clean them up. Death is like an extinguished lamp. Since they are already dead, take everything that is valuable … "
"You, you. Lord Norton! They are already dead, please respect them! They are all brave warriors … "Baron Camorra could not take it anymore. If the anger in his eyes was real, Laurist would have already been burnt to ashes.
"You mean to say that only the dead are brave warriors, and the living are all cowards?" Laurist pointed at the twelve Silver-tier Knights and asked.
The pitiful Baron Camorra was once again shredded by twelve pairs of angry eyes.
"I, no, mean, this, thought …" Baron Camorra gritted his teeth and said word by word.
"I understand what you mean. They are a little brave, but they are even more stupid. And they died in the wrong place. Not only did they destroy the utensils, they also dirtied the floor of my dining hall. I have to spend money to hire people to clean it up. Do you know how expensive labor is nowadays? If I don't clean it up properly, I will remember how they died and smell the blood. I won't be able to eat and lose my appetite. If I lose my appetite, I will fall sick, and if I fall sick, I have to buy potions. Potions in the North are not cheap, so I have decided to strip them naked as compensation for their deaths here … "Laurist was speaking in a tongue twister.
Baron Camorra lifted up his clothes. Laurist looked at him curiously. He thought to himself, 'If you take out an AK47, I will kneel in front of you and sing' Conquer '.'
Baron Camorra took out his money pouch and threw it at Lollister viciously. Lollister easily blocked it.
"I will compensate you with my money. Now, all our money pouches are yours! As a noble, can you please give these warriors who died in battle some dignity … "Baron Camorra bowed deeply.
"Fine, I am too softhearted." Laurist turned around and said to Redi and Padt who were stripping the clothes off the corpses, "Alright, just take away the weapons and money pouches. Why are you taking off those stinky socks? Instead of hiring someone to clean them, why don't you buy a new pair and put them back on? Forget about the shoes too."
Baron Camorra slumped weakly on the chair behind him. There was only one thought in his mind, 'Duke, you have met your match …'
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