บท 93: Chapter 93: Revenge
In the kingdom of Simoer, the coastal town of Antwerp.
As a "non-alliance country," being able to establish itself in this world was not just due to its northernmost location by the North Sea, where few pirates ventured. The row of cannons on the port was also a significant factor.
Today, the streets and alleys of the town were decorated with lights and decorations, indicating some kind of celebration.
Adults walked with a lively demeanor, greeting each other joyfully. Although the children didn't understand what their parents meant by "Dragon Slaying Day," a holiday that provided them with more snacks couldn't help but make them happy.
At the center of the town, there stood a luxurious four-story mansion.
Compared to the dilapidated, small houses nearby, this building, constructed only two years ago, was new, grand, and exuded an "elite" style that didn't belong to commoners.
This was only natural because the "prototype" of this building originally belonged to nobles among nobles, the habitat of the Celestial Dragons!
Due to the annual "Dragon Slaying Day," all the town's "heroes" gathered under one roof. They didn't need to enter the mansion; the rows of black carriages parked outside exuded a strong sense of oppression.
As passing commoners saw those "heroes" jumping down from the carriages, dressed in well-fitted suits and ties, and surrounded by soldiers armed with flintlock rifles, they averted their gazes with complex expressions.
Since it was a grand holiday, the interior of the mansion was decorated extravagantly. Clumsy servants and brawny maids bustled about, laughter and the sound of wine-drinking echoed continuously.
"Our 'Dragon Slaying Heroes' have arrived!"
Amidst the clamor, a few red-faced men with protruding bellies entered with broad steps, dressed in suits and ties.
"Welcome, welcome——"
Led by the town mayor, the people in the hall applauded enthusiastically.
Unfortunately, the applause was disorganized, and the faces of the "servants" and "maids" couldn't conceal their insincere smiles.
"Hahaha, Mayor, you're the real hero. We've only done a little bit of work."
Several men lifted their wine glasses, smiling and complimenting each other while the townspeople clapped.
"Haha, it seems that the mayor is the real hero here, we're just lending a hand."
Several men held up their wine glasses, smiling and complimenting each other under the lead of the town mayor. They had all once attacked the Celestial Dragons on "Dragon Slaying Day" and were naturally entitled to hero treatment.
Relying on the treasures confiscated from the Celestial Dragon's lair, the "heroes" had purchased a large number of weapons, established factories, merged lands, built mansions, and hired servants...
In just a few years, they had become the very people they had once scorned.
"Hey, I heard you got a real beauty?"
"Hehehe, you're well-informed. I spent a fortune to buy—cough cough, rescue that unfortunate person from the hands of pirates. But later, I heard that woman was once the daughter of a noble family."
With a wine glass in hand, the "hero" spoke righteously.
"This won't do. If she doesn't receive some 'punishment,' how will this noblewoman know about the suffering of the common people?"
"Good point. When it's time for the 'punishment,' can I watch?"
"...Fine!"
Thinking of the merchant ships under the other's control, which transported goods from his factory, the "hero" gritted his teeth with difficulty.
"In-hehehe, that's settled then."
Under the sun, there was nothing new. Once the so-called "heroes" gained weapons, money, and power far beyond ordinary people, their behavior afterward was well-documented in history books.
In the midst of the harmonious scene of joy, a commotion suddenly arose outside the hall.
"What's going on?"
The mayor of the small town furrowed his brows. He knew that due to business interests, there were disputes among these "heroes," and they had even reached the point of fighting with knives and guns.
However, he couldn't tolerate a few small groups not giving him face on the annual "Dragon Slaying Day," causing trouble at such a time.
Without the mayor's order, soldiers carrying flintlock rifles immediately strode toward the entrance.
Soon, two soldiers carrying flintlock rifles dragged in an old blind man, one on each side.
"Oh, it's Old Morglin."
The town mayor's expression softened somewhat. This old man had once joined them in cursing the Celestial Dragons, so he deserved a respectable treatment.
"Give Old Morglin a chair and some wine..."
"I don't need a seat or wine!"
The old man, leaning on a cane, had two black holes for eyes, and his eye sockets were full of torn wounds.
He used to be a slave, not because of debt or any particular reason, but simply because he was born in a "non-alliance country."
As a result, the captured slave pirates sold him to the Celestial Dragons, who, for "fun," gouged out his eyes.
"I'm here today to inquire about this year's 'subsidy funds.'"
"Why haven't they been distributed?"
The so-called "subsidy funds" referred to the money confiscated from the Celestial Dragons.
Originally, it was agreed to distribute the funds to the townspeople every year to improve their lives. However, from being fully distributed in the first year, to being halved in the second year, to being completely cut off in the third year...
The blind old man called "Old Morglin" "surveyed" the surroundings with his hollow "eyes," causing the "heroes" in the hall to instinctively turn away.
"The so-called 'subsidy funds'... are no more."
"Town development, defense against pirates, these all require a lot of money——"
"That's still several billion berries!"
The angry old blind man interrupted the mayor's words, causing the faces of the many "heroes" present to turn ironclad. Several billion berries? They had received a mere few billion berries each.
Several billion per person, no problem.
"Old geezer, where did you get several billion from?"
"A blind man, what have you seen? How dare you bark here?"
The furious "heroes" glared at their former "comrade." If it weren't for today being "Dragon Slaying Day," they would have made this old man taste some bitterness.
Meanwhile, the commotion outside suddenly intensified, as if everyone was shouting, accompanied by booming sounds of "salute cannons," making those present even more impatient.
What were these commoners yelling about?
They were the ones who got rid of the Celestial Dragons...
"Fine, you don't want to act decently? Then don't blame us——"
"Throw him out!"
As the mayor impatiently waved his hand, the old blind man was grabbed by two young people carrying flintlock rifles, dragged like a pig, and pulled outside.
When they reached the entrance, the two young people threw him.
Bang!
The blind old man was tossed out, and his back hit the concrete ground hard, nearly knocking the breath out of him.
"Old man, your cane."
Amidst the festive noise, a calm voice approached, and the old blind man on the ground was lifted up by someone. Simultaneously, a familiar cane was placed back into his hand.
"Thank you, tha—"
This voice, it sounded a bit familiar?
"Vuvuvu, Rosie, how about you go back to the ship and leave this to me?"
At this moment, another voice sounded, causing the old blind man to shiver uncontrollably.
"No need," the calm voice answered, "This is our 'past,' so naturally, we have to face it together."
Amidst the footsteps, the two voices headed towards the lively mansion ahead. Behind them, with a "smack," the old man's cane fell to the ground again, and he trembled all over as if sieved.
It's him!
It's them!
Those two brothers are back?!
The Celestial Dragons—
—
"Bad... bad news!"
In the noisy hall, the "heroes" suppressed their previous displeasure and began discussing "national affairs" again, when a young soldier rushed in clumsily, his face filled with horror.
"Mur... murder... there... there..."
What's going on?
Upon hearing "murder," the faces of the "heroes" in the hall turned grim.
Although they wished the old blind man were dead, killing him on "Dragon Slaying Day" and right at the doorstep of the mayor's house would be an insult to them, wouldn't it?
"What have you done——?!"
Just as the mayor was about to reprimand his subordinates, two teenagers in feathered coats walked in.
Both had blonde hair. One wore red sunglasses, a suit, and a tie, along with a pink-feathered coat; the other carried a flaming-patterned katana, wore casual clothing, and draped a black-feathered coat.
And the most crucial thing was that, in the hand of the teenager with the black coat and samurai sword, there was a severed head.
At the moment they saw that severed head, the mayor's eyes almost burst out of their sockets!
Because it was his son.
His youngest son who led the soldiers outside the mansion, keeping the "heroes" in the hall undisturbed.
"Bastard——"
Amidst a furious roar, the mayor waved his hands.
"Attack them!"
???
Looking at the approaching figure, it was obvious he was "not to be messed with," but the soldiers who had been "trained" by the mayor with berries still reflexively charged forward. They also unslung their flintlock rifles from their backs and aimed them at the—
Where was the person?
The opponents were already standing behind them. The black-feathered coats fluttered in the wind, resembling ominous crows.
The soldiers who had just charged forward, dozens of meters away, suddenly flew high into the air. The world spun around them, and with a smack, they crashed onto the ground.
What's going on?!
The severed head on the ground blinked its eyes. It saw a headless corpse with spurting blood next to it, and someone holding a flintlock rifle.
This is my bod—
Darkness engulfed their consciousness, and the gushing blood dyed the hall a festive red.
"Vuvuvu, where do you think you're going?"
With a beckoning finger, several "heroes" who were silently retreating turned pale and froze in place, their bodies stiff as if no longer belonging to them.
"Who... who are you?"
"If you want money, we can give it to you! Any amount is fine..."
"Young people, don't act rashly! This is the mayor's residence. There will soon be a large number of soldiers outside—"
Step, step, step...
At this moment, several soldiers in white shoulder capes and black combat uniforms with the "66" emblem on them, wearing sunglasses and ear protection, and holding modern flintlock rifles, jogged in and saluted the two teenagers.
"Lord Rosinante,"
"Lord Law,"
"This town has been completely taken control of. Please give us further instructions."
"You've worked hard,"
Rosinante, draped in the black feathered coat, turned around and nodded to the soldiers of the Vinsmoke family.
While the Donquixote family was formidable—Pica controlled the stones to destroy the cannons, Peep took down the warships by infiltrating the docks, and others effortlessly eliminated guards—controlling a town of tens of thousands of people wasn't feasible with such a small number.
They were simply too few.
However, the elite soldiers of the Vinsmoke family were more than capable of achieving this.
"Gather everyone at the square,"
With Rosinante's order, the soldiers immediately sprang into action, herding all the people of "Antwerp" towards the town square.
In the presence of these elite soldiers, whether they were hiding in cellars or attics, trying to escape, or cowering in their homes, everyone was dragged out. Threatened by bullets, they were herded to the square.
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