Chapitre 63: Might Literally Bleed Dry

He then turned to look at Xavier and smilingly looked at him. "Xavier, I am fine," Damien began coldly. "There is no such thing as you are worrying about. Of course, you will be not if you—"

As for what was going to happen to Xavier if he didn't shut up, Damien never got the chance to say it as the carriage came to a sudden halt with the sharp neigh of the horses.

"What's going on? Are we already there?" Damien asked distractedly as he peered out of the window. However just as he pushed his head out, he saw that the street had been jammed and someone seemed to be quarrelling at the end of the street. "What's happening?"

Xavier also looked out of the window, his eyes narrowed as he started paying close attention to the quarrel, "It's Lord George. I believe he is upset with something again."

Upset didn't even cover what this so-called Lord George was feeling at the moment, thought Damien to himself as he continued to watch the ruckus happening at the front of the street.

"How dare a low-class trash dare to treat me like this!?" The man roared at the woman who was kneeling in front of him. "You fucking —it is your fortune that I am asking you to serve me. I am the brother of the Matriarch of the Kiem family."

"Kiem family?" Damien turned to look at Xavier and asked, "Is this the same Kiem family as we know?"

"Must be. One cannot throw the name of the Kiem family just because they want to," replied Xavier.

"Fucking bitch! How dare you act this way.. do you want some of this huh?" Lord George raised his hand in the air to slap the woman on the face causing her to flinch.

"Hey, that's—" Damien began even though he more or less understood what was going on after seeing the clothes of the woman which showed off her generous bosom and long legs through the slit on the side of her skirt.

But even if that woman was serving men, it was truly too much for a man to raise his hand on her.

However, before the man could slap the woman, a hand caught his own.

"What the fuck—" Lord George turned and glanced at the man who was holding him and snarled angrily, "You mutt, how dare you! Do you no longer recognise the order of hierarchy in this world?"

"I am sorry, Dear Customer," said the man with dark brown hair and black eyes. "However, as the guard of Blooming Rose, I cannot allow you to degrade our workers any more than this. If there is something that making you upset, you can let us know."

"As you ought to know, as a dog beastman—my loyalty stays with my employer," said the guard with a stern voice.

"You—you…" Lord George trembled as he pulled his hands away from the man. With his body shaking from top to bottom in anger, he changed his target and slapped the guard right in the face instead. "How dare you filth like you touch me!? You dare contradict a snake beastman of all people? You should be licking the dirt off my shoes instead of opening your mouth and talking back to me!"

"I am way above your filthy kind," as he spoke he spat on the face of the guard whose face had turned to one side after getting slapped. "Know your place, just because you were given a little freedom, don't think that you have become something."

The guard's fingers twitched as he clenched them into a fist. He almost raised his hand to punch Lord George in the face when—

"Sir, please be kind and respectful," another guard with a different uniform than the one who was standing in front of Lord George, stepped out of the brothel. "Beastwomen of our brothel are the prettiest in the city of Aeloria, certainly you don't want to offend Lady Cheryl by acting like this?"

"We are sorry that she could not serve you well.. but if you want we can bring someone else for you," said the higher-ranking guard with his hand clamped on the shoulder of the dog beastman who seemed to be more inclined to punch Lord George instead of arranging another woman for him.

"You—you dare threaten me with a ban!?" Lord George snarled angrily, his eyes turning red as the nails on his fingers started to elongate. "Are you crazy? You son of a bitch —Do you think that I will let this off."

Lord George pounced on the Head Guard, his claws aimed right at the heart of the man who had handed him the warning.

"Damn…"

"What do you think you are doing?" The other guard shouted at Lord George as he pushed the head guard out of the way.

However, though the guard succeeded in pushing the head guard away, he ended up being on the other end of the sharp claws.

"That!" Damien gasped in terror when he saw where the cut was made.

Dan stared at the fight as well as he started handing out information that Damien already knew, "It seems like the carotid artery had ruptured. It sits between the posterior or the sternoclavicular joints of the neck and the cut is right in the centre of the two."

'This is bad,' thought Damien as he looked at the dog beastman who twisted on his feet and kicked the man on the ground.

If it was truly the carotid artery that was ruptured then this man was done for, it wouldn't be long before the man dies.

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