Capítulo 2: A misunderstanding!
It was too late to go back anyways, he had already walked too far. Maybe the third time tomorrow would be the charm!
Bacon started walking toward a side street, nestled near the city's walls. There was a market here that sold antiques and although he wasn't a collector, he loved to look at these old artifacts. There were countless groups of people that visited here. He could vaguely remember his father bringing him here once. Nowadays he only went once in a while. Sometimes he even bought one or two to try his luck at coming across a powerful old grandpa.
Frosthelm was quite peaceful under his father's rule, guards often patrolled every part of the city. This was quite fortunate, considering that Bacon knew nothing about combat and had decided to go down this dodgy street filled with scammers and few honest people.
As he strolled, his mind wandered off as it often did, thinking about the chances of him exploring the world and taste all the delicacies out there. Sighing, he hoped that his boring life would present himself a chance to make it more lively.
Oblivious to his surroundings, he bumped into a wagon and fell backward. His body toppled onto the person that was observing the next stall over. He found himself sprawled upside down and his vision disoriented. His hands wandered below him, trying to get a holding to stand back up, only to push it against something quite... squishy.
"Get off of me you creep!" The person who he was atop of screeched, attracting more onlookers.
Bacon panicked, "Sorry!"
He tried to stand up, only to roll off of the young lady.
Even though her purple hair covered a part of her face, he could see her face was a shade similar to that of a tomato, either from embarrassment or fury. Her elegant dress had slipped a bit off of her left shoulder, revealing a deep valley to which she tried to cover with her thin arms. Her chest heaved, clearly out of breath.
"Lady Claire!"
He saw a small unit of heavily armored knights approach, a knight with a golden crest of an eagle led them. Each of them had a sword sheathed at their waist and their helmets hid their faces. Bacon grimaced, he didn't expect himself to run into trouble, especially on his own turf. Weapons were not allowed to be carried around if you had no status, and only the nobility had the right to arm their guards with armor and weapons. He knew most, if not all of the aristocratic families in Frosthelm, and their crest was not one he recognized! It then dawned on him: This must be the daughter of Baron Alba who was passing by the city, rushing to be reinforcements for the Winter War.
"Th-this, kill this overweight bastard!" she glanced at the guard and then glared at Bacon. Her face was wet from tears, her voluptuous body shaking as she commanded her personal guards.
It was kind of her own fault for running off, trying to shake off her guards. If they were there, her chances of Bacon crashing into her would've been slim.
The guards were trained to obey orders at an instant, but they hesitated. This wasn't their own turf, killing someone in broad daylight was not something they could do easily. Especially this guy, who looked like a local aristocrat. They decided not to be rash and to take him to the City Lord. They soon surrounded him and used a rune to bind him in chains. He got pulled along by two guards as he was simply too heavy to be carried.
The girl was unwilling for him to get away with molesting her so easily, demanding that he be slain. Bacon was in dismay; it was an accident! Although she was quite the beauty, he didn't even like this girl! He preferred soft, er, gentle and delicate women!
The captain directed one of the guards to escort her back to their inn and to comfort her. It was truly hard to convince her, and she only quieted when the guard assured her that they would seek justice for her.
As they dragged him, Bacon groaned, his already dull life was becoming more exciting, just not in the fortuitous way that he had hoped.
Soon they arrived before the same mansion Bacon had stepped out of earlier in the day.
Projecting his voice, the captain of the guard called out to the guards at the entrance.
"Eshtar Kremlin of Baron Alba's court requests an audience with the City Lord Sausage. I hope you will pass on the message. I wish to sanction this brat on Lady Claire's behalf but am unaware of his status in this city."
The manor guards gave each other odd looks. They had recognized their young master but wasn't sure what to do. These affairs may affect the entire city after all! One of the guards quickly motioned to a nearby servant to go grab the mansion lord as this was not something that they could handle!
Soon an unseen pressure spread out from a tavern towards the east of them. A roar could be heard as a loud explosion went off in the distance. Similarly, the mansion also had a response, although quite the opposite. The nearby temperatures dropped a few degrees as some civilians that were close shivered.
Out of the mansion came a tall and lengthy man, even though he was limping, his large strides quickly bring him to the door. His blue scholar robes complimented his chilling aura. Although his face was not perfect, it gave off a sense of reassurance. There was a scar that ran across the top of his forehead.
Down the street came a muscular giant, stampeding towards the same location, dust trailing behind him. Flames burned along the edges of his black armor as it clanked against his broad shoulders. His thick eyebrows and angular face were contorted into one of fury.
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