章 66: I’m Not a Butcher
編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After closing himself off and training for three days, Yang Ling heard Casey's shouts from outside the yard the moment he opened his eyes. Walking out to take a look, he saw that Goode, the old butler Murbaqi, and the rest of his people were all there. Basically everyone he employed was present.
"Sir, there's trouble!" Casey was sweating out of anxiety. "If you had come out any later, things might have gotten bad at the Shangri-La Inn!"
Trouble? Could the troops have initiated a battle within Shangri-La?
As Casey rambled on in anxiety, Yang Ling's expression turned serious. If the two groups were openly battling in Shangri-La, it meant that the situation had gotten irreversibly serious and that there was no more salvaging the situation.
Seeing that Yang Ling's expression had become serious, and Casey was tripping over himself as he tried to explain, Goode let out a soft cough and summarized the situation.
During the few days Yang Ling had been training, the situation had gotten tenser. The warriors of the Banto and Rossi Empires were openly initiating battles around the town. One-on-ones, group brawls, assassinations, poisoning… They went to all the extremes, covering Wissen Town in a rain of blood.
In order to ensure their own safety, the troops and adventurers who had been living in tents all swarmed into Shangri-La, fearful that they would be killed while they were camping in the wilderness.
There were a limited number of rooms in Shangri-La. In order to secure a room, the troops had been arguing with each other. The fee of ten Black Crystal Coins a day for an ordinary room had been raised to a hundred Black Crystal Coins a day. Those who failed to get a room or did not have enough money decided to set up their tents right outside the door of Shangri-La, some even finding a spot within the inn to lie down.
It would have been alright if the only problem was a crowded inn, but two days previous, several injured soldiers of unknown origin had also swarmed into Shangri-La to take cover. A large group of warriors in black armor had chased after them. Even though they did not dare go on a killing spree within the inn, they were barricading the door. The situation was getting more and more dire.
A large group of black armored warriors are barricading the door of Shangri-La?
Yang Ling let out a cold smile at how daring these people were. After a moment's deliberation, he summoned the Unicorn and mounted it. "Casey, gather the warriors under you and follow me to Shangri-La, quick!"
"Sir, the situation is dire! You must not act recklessly!" Seeing Yang Ling prepared to take drastic action, Goode quickly spouted words of caution.
"Goode, it is precisely because the situation is dire that we have to take action." Yang Ling patted the Unicorn beneath him and said, "If we do not take action now, the black armored warriors will think of us as cowards. Their actions will become more and more insolent. When the time came and we had no choice but to deal with them, things would already be completely out of control!"
After waiting for a moment and confirming that Casey was almost done with his preparations, Yang Ling tapped the Unicorn with his heels and charged out like the wind. Behind him, Casey followed closely leading a group of guards. Goode, Murbaqi, and the rest also followed on horses.
They were still some distance from Shangri-La, but they could already see a large group of black armored guards barricading the door of the inn. Some were waving their sharp longswords and shouting loudly, and some had flaming torches on their bows, riding around Shangri-La on their horses as if prepared to burn Shangri-La to the ground. At the same time, there were the sounds of crying and shouts of alarm within the inn itself. But seeing the number of fierce black armored guards, no one dared charge out of the inn.
Neigh…
Quickly, the cries of the Unicorn had attracted the attention of the black armored warriors. Soon, a person who seemed like the leader walked forward under the cover of his guards. "Sir Yang, please stop!"
"Give me a reason to spare your lives!" Yang Ling looked coldly at the leader of the black armored guards. He summoned his Magical Beast army in a steady stream after forming a hand gesture.
Looking at the dozen-meter tall Withered Tree Warriors covered in thorns, seeing the Evil Eyes that quickly got into formation and the speedy Horned Bee Beasts circling in the air, the leader of the black armored guards lost his color and swallowed with some difficulty. He had not expected Yang Ling to be prepared to attack directly without any negotiations.
After silently grabbing a bunch of Wizard Amulets, Yang Ling said coldly, "I'll count to three. Give me a reason to spare your lives, otherwise…"
"Sir, this is a misunderstanding, we…"
Originally, the leader of the black armored warriors had wanted to say a few more words, but seeing the cold glint in Yang Ling's eyes, and Casey quickly leading a group of knights toward them, he could not help but become more and more nervous.
"Hmph, you're asking for death!" Yang Ling let out a cold grunt and instructed the Evil Eyes to attack immediately as a warning to the other party. In that instant, the concentrated rain of light fell onto the group of black armored warriors. After that single attack, there were now dozens of burned corpses in black armor sprawled on the ground.
"You… Fine, let's go!" Seeing Yang Ling's powerful abilities and his unwillingness to negotiate, the leader of the black armored warriors was as shocked as he was furious. He turned around and ordered his warriors to retreat immediately. They soon vanished deep into the forest.
Against Yang Ling's massive Magical Beast army, the leader of the black armored warriors knew that they were definitely no match for Yang Ling without the help of a large number of Spellcasters. Just the Evil Eyes alone would have proved too much for them. However, he would seek Yang Ling out for revenge. Reinforcements would arrive in Wissen Town in two days, and then Yang Ling would get a taste of the power of the black armored army of the Banto Empire.
Seeing the black armored warriors leave quickly, cheers came from within the inn. At this moment, be it the merchants who had come to do business, or the troops and adventurers, all believed that the Shangri-La was the safest place within Wissen Town.
After recalling his Magical Beast army, Yang Ling walked slowly into Shangri-La, greeting the people as he walked. After making two rounds around the inn, he was about to leave. But unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure: a slender, graceful figure.
Seeing the slender legs and curvaceous waist of the veiled spellcaster Michelle, he finally understood what the Golden Ratio was. This was what the words "true beauty" really meant. His only regret was seeing the housefly-like knight beside her.
"Miss Michelle, to think that we would meet here!" Yang Ling smiled. "Thank you for your help the other day; otherwise, Sofia would have been in trouble!"
After the encounter in Terras Forest, Sofia had told him the veiled spellcaster's name. If he was correct, the spellcaster Michelle and the knight Clause were envoys sent by the Church. Clause was cold and proud, but Michelle was passionate and friendly. If they became more familiar with each other, he could perhaps find out about some secret about the dragon's treasure through her.
Because of the rumors of a dragon's treasure found within Terras Forest, there were more and more troops and adventurers swarming into Wissen Town, making the dynamics of the town increasingly complicated. Only by wielding information could he take an active position. The envoys of the Church must have a great many avenues for gaining information, given their status. Yang Ling would not let such an opportunity pass him by.
Turning her head and looking at the youthful Yang Ling, Michelle blushed slightly under his gaze. The feeling Yang Ling gave her was special. Even though he was not very handsome, his lazy smile and his unique, pitch black pupils all gave him a special charisma.
"Sir Yang, you need not be so formal. That was what we should have done!" After taking a deep breath, Michelle quickly calmed herself down. "Oh yes, Sir Yang, could you help us get two rooms? There are too many injured troops recently, and I have to treat them!"
"No problem. If it's convenient, I would like to invite you as a guest at Wissen Castle!" Yang Ling paused. "Recently, Sofia has been missing you. She would definitely be very happy if you could visit the castle!"
"Hmph, a shabby castle, what's there to be proud of?" When he saw Yang Ling staring at Michelle, Clause became furious. For some reason, he felt frustrated every time he looked at Yang Ling, as if he was feeling unwell.
"That's right, it's only a shabby castle, and that's why I only invited Miss Michelle." Looking at Clause's burning eyes, Yang Ling gave him a smile of disdain. He put on an act and said, "This great… great knight, the conditions of my home are not the best, so I shall not invite a great knight in a tortoise shell like you!"
Knight in a tortoise shell?
He just called the Sekal Knight's Heavy Armor personally blessed by the Archbishop a tortoise shell?
Looking at the grinning Yang Ling, then looking at Clause, his face redder than pig's liver, Michelle broke out into laughter. In all these years, anyone who met Clause had treated him with the utmost respect. But Yang Ling was different, angering him until he almost vomited blood time and time again.
"You… You b*stard, I want to duel you!" Clause clenched his teeth and raised his sharp Darkmetal Longspear, wishing to put a few holes into Yang Ling.
"Haha, sorry, my hands are used to kill humans, not pigs. Please forgive me for being unable to accede to your request!" Yang Ling let out a cold smile, then turned to leave while shaking his head. He had just taken a few steps when he turned his head. "Oh yes, I'm sorry, because there are so few rooms, I can only arrange for one room for the time being. I would think that this heroic knight in a tortoise shell would not mind sleeping on the floor for a few days?
Sleeping on the floor?
As a noble, I have to squeeze on the floor with the group of refugee-like smelly troops?
"B*stard, I'm going to kill you!"
As he watched Yang Ling leave, Clause felt almost nauseated with anger. But in front of the beautiful Michelle, in order to protect his image as a knight, all he could do was suppress the flames of anger that were about to erupt like a volcano. He swore secretly that he was going to one day pull out Yang Ling's despicable tongue. He was going to step on Yang Ling like he was killing an ant, giving him no way of bouncing back.
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