Chapter 267 (1/2)

Protection (1)

Just as purchasing was in full swing, the duke arrived at the scene. He was absolutely shocked. ‘Wow, so these refugees are indeed buying everything huh,’ he thought. They had more money than he expected.

The duke looked at Skinny Dark Man in the middle he was Ye Lang. He was confused again, for he thought that although the skinny dark man had something different about him, he didn’t look like some rich folk. Hmm, then again he had to be a very peculiar aristocrat, or he wouldn’t be mixing around with these refugees.

[Note: we’re calling him Skinny Dark Man from now on]

He wanted to greet the man, so the first thing to do was to make his way across the huge crowd between them. The entire place was currently packed with people, and most of them were just there to watch!

The duke wanted to use his authority to make way for himself, but just as he wanted to shout his way through, someone else did it- though not for his sake.

“Get out of the way, and let THE commander pass!!”

Suddenly, the rowdiness toned down, and a path appeared among the people. A man with an entourage appeared. The people nearby seemed to be afraid of them.

In this small town, there was only one who could address himself as the commander. The commander of the mercenary group. Everyone was afraid of getting in his way, obvious from the fear written on the people’s faces. Not only fear but hatred too.

Despite all this, they still made way for him to pass through immediately.

“Hmph!” snorted the commander. He stepped on the stirrup, and the horse strutted forward slowly. He looked so imposing that the duke was starting to get jealous. He felt like he wasn’t intimidating enough himself, unlike this commander.

It seemed like this commander of the mercenary commanded way more power than the duke!!

“Are you the one who ordered your men to beat my brother-in-law to death?” said the commander coldly to Skinny Dark Man, pointing at him. His tone made the people realised one thing: if the man said yes, he would kill him right on the spot.

Of course, it seemed like no one was worried about this, as they were more interested in another thing- the commander’s brother-in-law was beaten to death?

Really?

Then that would be great, no matter what, they would have to celebrate when they got home. They’d all been very much annoyed by that awful officer who’d always blackmailed people based off the fact his relative was the town’s mob boss.

Some merchants decided that if they were to continue doing business with the refugees, they would lower the prices in order to praise their good deeds.

If only they could kill this commander too, then they’d even give away their goods for free!

Over these years, the merchants didn’t earn as much as the people under the commander. These merchants believed the mercenary must have riches upon riches hidden in their houses, so they would definitely rob and divide them among themselves.

Not to mention the shared money, just giving out stuff for free- it would be definitely worth it!!

If this commander was so bad, then why did the duke still have him? Well, the duke also couldn’t be blamed because he was so busy managing the town he had no time for other matters. And the commander acted like a goody-two-shoes in front of him, so he was unclear of this situation too.