Bab 21: Toad
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Looking at the rowdy crowd, then looking at the pale Batiste, Yang Ling understood that this unlucky Great Swordsman was merely a chess piece, a lackey. The people who truly wanted his life was the Anca family, a despicable family whose primary source of income was slave trade.
"Batiste, there is no animosity between us. I'll spare your life if you tell me who the mastermind behind all of this is!" Yang Ling had an idea after thinking for a moment. He wanted to strike back at the Anca family.
After falling into Yang Ling's hands, the powerless Batiste had thought that he would definitely lose his life here. He had a glint of hope in his eyes after hearing Yang Ling's words. He opened his mouth, intending to tell Yang Ling the whole truth, but he started to hesitate after he thought about how powerful the Anca family was.
"Batiste, living is the ultimate luxury. You have unmeasurable money and power, good wine and beautiful ladies. Are you willing to leave just like that?" Yang Ling let out a smile as he continued tempting the hesitating Batiste. "You have to live every day as if it were your last, and you won't get another opportunity like this in the future. Don't regret not taking up my offer only after you arrive in Hell!"
Batiste's thoughts were running wild. He had killed many in his life, and he had used his powerful abilities to win the status and riches he had dreamt off. He had not expected to carelessly fall prey to Yang Ling, a person who had no Battle Energy at all.
He knew that he was not an upright person, as one needed a certain level of scheming to survive in this world. But he had already lost his reputation now that he had lost to Yang Ling. If he was going to announce Ymir, the mastermind behind the operation to the world, it was most likely that he would no longer have a place in the Banto Empire even if he did not die today. At this moment, he was deliberating between keeping his life and his future chances.
"Batiste, since you want to die so badly, I will send you on your way!" Yang Ling observed Batiste and noticed that he was still hesitating, thus he applied a little pressure on his right hand. At that moment, Batiste felt a sharp pain on his neck. His blood was flowing out like spring water.
"I'll tell, spare me, I'll tell!" Seeing the cold Yang Ling, smelling the metallic stench of his blood, the hesitant Batiste finally broke down.
Under Yang Ling's mixture of temptation and threats, Batiste had no choice but to expose the Anca family's scheme in front of everyone. "I have no animosity against Sir Yang Ling, but I was employed to cause trouble here. All of this was under the instructions of Young Master Ymir of the Anca family…"
After hearing the ins and outs of the incident, the spectators understood why a Great Swordsman like Batiste would cause trouble on this day. Slowly, the crowd became more and more agitated, their anger pointing toward the evil Anca family. Some said they wanted to dismember Batiste, some vented their anger on the despicable Ymir. There were even others who loudly cursed the ancestors of the Anca family.
After successfully igniting the fury the crowd had for the Anca family, Yang Ling decided to go on further, pushing the powerless Batiste to the front of the crowd before loudly saying, "Brave warriors, should we kill this arrogant bully of a man?"
"Yes, dismember him!"
"Burn him to death!"
"Oh Yiblis, mince his meat and feed him to the dogs!"
…
In their fury, the crowd glared at Batiste, who had been serving Ymir. They wanted so badly to kill him themselves. The limp Batiste was frightened, his body trembling.
"I have heard rumors that the Anca family had done much evil, causing public dissent. It looks like this is indeed the case!" Michelle, who was riding on her tall white horse, creased her slender brows.
"Hmph, that is the outcome of evildoers!" The knight let out a cold grunt. He saw a dried leaf caught in Michelle's hair and extended his hand to brush it off. But the female spellcaster did not appreciate the gesture, instead turning her body to avoid him.
Seeing Michelle intentionally widening the distance between them, the black armored knight said unhappily, "Michelle, do you not understand my feelings for you even after all these years? For you, I have stayed in the Divine Palace for a whole three years!"
"Clause, a Knight of the Divine Palace has to have solid faith; if you are staying for your own personal feelings, I would advise you to leave while you still can!" The female spellcaster hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I am sorry. As a sacred spellcaster of the Church, there is only the God of Light and the devotees in my heart."
After being rejected once again, Clause was overcome with dejection. After becoming a Knight of the Divine Palace, he did indeed have more opportunities to interact with the beautiful Michelle, but he was unable to move her despite all his years of trying.
"I am a merchant whose only wish is to engage in business peacefully. Also, we should be killing the despicable Ymir instead of Batiste!" Yang Ling once again pointed the vengeance of the crowd toward Ymir. He said loudly, "Even though I am not a fan of fighting, that does not mean that I am willing to be bullied like this. This person over here has escaped death, but that does not mean that he does not need to be punished!"
Seeing a nearby metalsmith shouting with a rod in hand, Yang Ling had an idea. He grabbed the soot-covered rod from the man. While the crowd was confused, Yang Ling pulled Batiste's pants down and wrote the word Anca on his buttocks.
"Hehe, Batiste, I'll spare your wretched life if you jump out of Wissen Town naked like a toad. Otherwise…" Yang Ling said as he moved the sharp dagger around Batiste's private parts, causing him to tremble in fear.
After seeing clearly the word on Batiste's buttocks, the people around them first froze in fear, then instantly broke into an uproar. To think that Yang Ling would be this merciless, instantly thinking of a plan to humiliate the Anca family.
At the same time, even though he did not know what Yang Ling wrote on his buttocks, Batiste felt that it was not appropriate after seeing Yang Ling's faint smile and the joyful looks of the crowd. But he was powerless. All he could do was plead, "Sir, please spare me. Return my pants to me, I'll pay you a thousand, no, twenty thousand Purple Crystal Coins!"
Seeing the crowd staring at his buttocks, Batiste was incredibly humiliated. He pulled on his pink underwear. He wanted to ram into a wall or dig a hole into the ground. But his underwear was too small, unable to cover the words on his butt, nor the gazes of the crowd around him.
"I'll count to three; if you are not going to jump out like a toad, then you can go on a naked run in Hell!" Yang Ling raised his dagger and moved it against Batiste's body. The cold steel frightened the pathetic Great Swordsman into a tremble.
In order to preserve his life, Batiste had no choice but to jump out like a toad. After being taunted by Yang Ling to croak while he jumped, he had to fight the urge to commit suicide and follow orders.
"Anca, toad!"
"Toad, Anca!"
…
Like a shouting group of children, a group of troops started chanting rowdily, spreading the chants all over the town.
One more step further?
Seeing the jumping Batiste, Yang Ling rolled his eyes and decided to spice things up even further. He summoned a Horned Bee Beast and ordered it to pounce toward Batiste and tear his underwear to shreds. In that moment, Batiste's private parts were displayed to the world, once again inviting the laughter of the crowd. As for the pitiful Great Swordsman, all he could do was shamefully cover his privates as he jumped.
Shame, embarrassment, humiliation…
Batiste wanted to kill himself. If this incident were to spread, he would become the laughing stock of the world even if he did not lose his job. He would no longer have the prestigious title of a royal Great Swordsman. If he had known that this would happen, he would not have accepted this job for five hundred thousand, much less fifty thousand.
"Gangster, pervert!"
No one knew where the Horned Bee Beast came from, but Michelle could see clearly from atop her white horse. She knew that it was Yang Ling's idea. She was angry, not expecting him to be such a mischievous person. At the same time, as she looked at the naked Batiste running away with his butt shaking, she could not help but break into laughter. The Knight of the Divine Palace was dumbfounded when he looked at her blushing fair skin.
As the crowd was roaring with laughter, Ymir, who had been observing the situation while hiding on a slope, nearly vomited blood.
"Ah… Yang Ling, you detestable Summoner! I want to skin you alive and drink your blood!"
Ymir, whose plans had been foiled, scratched insanely on the giant stone beneath him, leaving behind countless dents and traces of blood. If he was in front of Yang Ling right now, he would have pounced toward him and bitten him to death.
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