volume 2 - Chapter 136 (1/2)
TL: This is a donated chapter.
50.1% vs 49.9% – Sophie is a terrible name for the male protagonist. Please don’t name your children that.
72.6 % vs 27.4% – Don’t erase the name out.
Congrats to the majority, you won a major victory and you shall suppress the minority with the powers of democracy. I shall therefore stick to my original plan with some minor corrections to my mistakes.
64% – chose ‘what’ on the third question?
In the case of Su Fei and Souffle, and actually explained in the comments of the last chapter –
The Chinese p.r.o.nunciation of Su Fei – Sue Fey
The p.r.o.nunciation of Souffle – Sue Fley
The p.r.o.nunciation of Sophie – So Fee
Sophie might be the direct name translation of the Chinese characters but the English p.r.o.nunciation is just off the mark.
Recently there has been an interesting mod post on novelupdates forums asking whether Brendel is good-looking or not, because the tags at NU keep getting changed and deleted to “average-looking protagonist” and the mod got irritated over it (lol).
To put it simply, he’s good-looking enough to be easy on the eyes, but not on the level of Mans.e.xG.o.d™.
Whatever arguments or reasons you have in your mind that includes “But he’s a NPC so he’s generic looking!” or “I’m pretty sure I remember him as plain!”, take it from your translator who has reached the *SPOILER* in the story, there is zero chance of Brendel being an average-looking NPC fodder and thus invalidates any and all other arguments.
Anything else that I have done like outright describe him as plain-looking, is wrong and I will change it. I don’t think I did that, other than the early start of the series with something along the lines of “he’s a youth you can find anywhere in the kingdom”.
As for the progress on the new website, it’s going to have to be slightly barebones in design for now. I never did really solve the exact codes for back/next b.u.t.ton, so the codes are the default wordpress boolean check on categories. I’ll do some manual coding if it really fails.
I want to roll out the website, preferably on 1st May, then store wolfietranslation into the freezer.
Chapter 136 – Dispute.
“Father!” A sudden childish outcry of anxiety and unease suddenly cut through the cavalry’s sneering laughter.
A haggard-looking woman covered her child’s mouth and looked at the riders with fearful eyes. Silence covered the entire street as the leader of the riders dismounted and walked slowly over to her. His gait had a certain threatening weight to it as he carried his large spear over his shoulders.
While his eyes were dyed with surprise from the cry earlier, it could not hide the disdain in them.
“This boy knows that wretched thing?” The stout man licked his lips as he pointed with his spear to the blood-stained corpse on the ground. His comrades came up as well and surrounded her like a pack of hyenas.
The woman hugged her son and shook her head with tears rolling across her cheeks.
“Let that boy go. I want to hear the answer directly from him.” The man used his spear to draw back the woman’s fringe as he said.
The woman hugged her child even tighter as she was afraid of losing him; the people around her looked on with sympathetic eyes but quickly drew back from her.
“Did you not hear what I just said?”
“Ser Knight, he’s still young, please have mercy on my boy!” She begged him as she wept.
“You wretched b.i.t.c.h.” The man said as he quickly raised his spear to strike her, he immediately found a young woman carrying a longbow spreading her arms out and stood in his way.
“Hmm?” The man looked at the unexpected interference in front of him.
Brendel relaxed his fingers that were on his sword a while ago. He recognized the daring girl from the group of youths who distributed food earlier.
“That’s enough, do you have no shame in bullying a helpless woman?” The woman with the longbow shouted angrily: “I’m a daughter of a Baronet, and I command you to stop this immediately!”
“Oh?” The burly man looked blankly at her for a moment, before he turned back to his comrades and said: “Boys, this la.s.s here is an aristocrat’s daughter! What should we do?”
Rude laughter came in reply.
“And which land is your n.o.ble father from?” The man turned back to the baronet’s daughter and asked in a blank tone.
“Fenna, be careful!”
A man wearing heavy armor burst out from the crowd, his hand on the greatsword behind his back, but it was too late, the leader of the cavalry had already stabbed through her stomach with his spear.
That outcome suddenly came from nowhere, and the woman named Fenna looked down in disbelief as she uttered a soft gasp. Pain drowned her when the leader pulled his weapon, and she staggered back a few steps before she fell forward onto the ground. Blood pooled around her as she repeatedly opened and closed her mouth, shuddering repeatedly before she finally laid still.
The leader casually placed the spear back across his shoulders like it nothing had happened, flinging drops of blood across the ground. The cavalry behind him quickly took out their longbows and shot at the adventurers and civilians alike. Ten-odd men were instantly killed as screams broke out from the crowd.
The cavalry did not care whether they hurt the innocent and efficiently drove the crowd away to prevent any sudden retaliation.
“Fenna!” That swordsman cried out again and swept away the arrows with his sword, but before his cry ended, another member in his party collapsed to the ground as an arrow struck him. “You f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!”
He roared as he pushed away the panicking crowd and rushed straight to the leader with his greatsword. The latter intercepted his attack with his spear and bellowed: “Whoever interferes will be the enemies of Lord Trentheim!” (TL: Baron Graudin = Lord Trentheim.)
The provoked crowd of adventurers quickly abated their tempers.
The swordsman continued to attack regardless of the leader’s threat, but the latter easily deflected the strikes, accurately bashed the swordsman’s fingers with the base of the spear and knocked away the greatsword with a sweep. He then followed up with a strike from the spear’s body to the swordsman’s face before he finally thrust the blade into his neck.
While both of them were perceived as Iron-ranked fighters, it was clear that the cavalry’s leader was several grades above the swordsman.
But the spear never reached the swordsman’s neck. A tremendous force had struck against it and caused a metallic clash to ring out. It inched away from the latter’s neck, and caused the cavalry’s leader to wobble unsteadily. His hands were numb from the impact.