Capítulo 37: Alexandre's crusade (1)

It was the genesis of the month of July and here, Alexandre could be seen standing on the roof of the bus-like carriage.

There were knights surrounding this carriage to make sure that no one would come close to Alexandre to kill him or to disrupt what he was saying or to injure him.

But why was Alexandre standing on the roof of this bus-like carriage with his knights surrounding it?

Apparently Virtya had sent Alexandre to market the items that he fabricated. He wanted the people to be aware of the goods available and buy them, After all, not everyone in Azuhai was even aware that king Virtya had created a carriage and new clothes, thus, he needed to advertise his products.

However it could be seen that Alexandre was not smiling as usual. A deep frown was plastered on his face as he stared at the people below him who were staring back at him with looks of disdain and disinterest.

Alexandre had forced his way to the busy market of Whiten and his arrival had not only disrupted the merchant's business but it had also forced these small business owners to close their businesses lest they lost their merchandise to this overly crowdy and chaotic environment brought by the minister of trade.

"Fuck Alexandre! He should have informed us in advance that he was going to have Whiten market to himself today, we would have stayed at home so that he could use this market the way he wants and then leave the space for us to use in the next day. Just see. I interrupted my sleep and woke up early just to come here and sell these oranges but I haven't even made a single sale so far. I was expecting to make many sales this noon time but Alexandre's arrival has shattered my hopes. I can't sell in this crowd lest I want my oranges to be robed by the attendees of this stupid crusade. Fuck Alexandre and fuck king Virtya!"

"We are not going to do any business here today, that is for certain. Just look at how those youths had stood on top of the stall of my friend who sales garments. Those youths had made that stall their seating position to hear at Alexandre's stupidity. I think wherever my friend who owns that stall is, I know he is fuming like hell but he can't do anything to those youths who are on drugs. I feel sorry for the guy "

"Damnit! Damnit! Alexandre is an ass! Fuck him and his family! Imagine I cooked enough food for today in my hotel but Alexandre's interference has made me to close the hotel, how do you think I am going to sell the cooked food today? The food will go bad if it is left for tomorrow and I can't sell spoiled food to my customers. I only have this hotel to depend on and if no work is going to be done here today, then how am going to pay for my daily expenses if I don't work?"

The businessmen of Whiten market complained but no one was listening to them.

It could be seen that Whiten market was not built by the Whiddiff palace buy it was formed naturally.

There was a dirt road that split this market into two parts and on each side of the market, several shops, kiosks, stalls, barber shops and other businesses prevailed but on this day, the dirt road and some of the stalls could not be seen because people had stood on top of the stalls while the road was completely occupied.

Discussions were going on here and there as the people discussed what Alexandre had said previously.

"He said that there are new designs of clothes that his majesty has come up with and he wants us to buy those clothes... How? I won't buy it and I won't take it even if I was given for free."

"Just look at the way Alexandre looks like it is as if he is naked. Those clothes are so tight on him, is he even breathing properly? Why should we wear those fucking claddings like the one that he is cladded in. Does he think we are retardant like him?"

"Wait! Look at that thing that Alexandre calls it a brassiere, what's that and where is it worn?"

"Haven't you heard what Alexandre said before? Little brat... A brassiere is what his majesty has made for the ladies to use it to cover their chests... I don't know what his majesty was thinking to make something awful like that. I your grandpa, I want to see the sizes of every woman's breasts and the way they are shaped but his majesty has come up with something that would cover that... Why??? That brassiere thing is the last thing that his majesty should have invented. If I had power I would have gone there and burn all those awful brassieres."

comentário 1 comentário

Votar

ENVIAR PRESENTE

Load failed, please RETRY