129 No Rationality (2/2)

The city wall had already been hit by four boulders, and although it looked miserable, with broken rocks and bricks everywhere, and even a section of the battlements collapsed, it was not substantially affected.

Bettel ran to the battlements and saw about thirty masked, black-robed people standing in a small square formation in the distance ahead. Beside the small square formation, there were many corpses of city guards.

At the back of the square formation, there were more than twenty black-robed people fiddling with three catapults, and several sturdy black-robed people were working together to place huge round stones onto the catapults.

Although all of these black-robed people had their faces covered, their eyes revealed expressions of ridicule, mixed with reserved haughtiness.

Such arrogance he was familiar with—Allie's eyes also contained it.

He took a deep breath and a discouraging thought came to mind. Then, he saw a familiar person come out from behind the catapults.

It was Allie.

The people fiddling with the catapults stopped.

Allie was holding a piece of parchment in her hand, looking at Bettel from a distance with a derisive expression.

The player who was in charge of the livestream jumped and scurried around, constantly giving close-up shots of the two.

A player cast Sound Amplification onto Allie's body, while Roland cast Unhindered Communication.

Allie quietly looked at Bettel with a slight nostalgia in her eyes, then revealed a look of determination and read aloud, ”The Mayor of Mory, Bettel, whose nature is cool and indifferent, is of a base background. He once served Gauri with his chrysanthemum…”

Gauri was the big shot who wanted to make a move on Allie.

Allie's rather pleasant female voice resounded throughout the city under the effect of Sound Amplification.

Due to Unhindered Communication, everyone could understand the words, and as they listened, everyone's eyes drifted a bit, not daring to look at Bettel.

Because the insults were too fierce—without a single profanity—under the effect of Unhindered Communication, what the whole city heard was Allie with an especially authentic ancient aristocratic accent, telling the story of Bettel killing, burning, raping, and plundering, and using his own body to flatter the big shot Gauri. The filthiness of which was completely beyond the imagination of the citizens, and more importantly, Allie also said that he colluded with Gauri—there was a suspicion that they were conducting demonic sacrifices, trying to turn the neighborhood into a demonic paradise. Anyway, all the charges that could be pressed were pressed. In the end, she even roared…

”One might well ask who rules this domain today!”

Yet, what the NPCs heard was, ”Oh God, is this city of Mory still the land of the humans? Is it still the paradise you once gazed at?”

Both the soldiers and the citizens were all touched when they heard this beautiful and sorrowful declaration against the enemy.

Especially the soldiers, their morale had obviously dropped a whole lot.

Bettel had never heard anyone dare hurl abuses at him so viciously, or even falsely accuse him. He had only ever been the one to falsely accuse someone else, but today, he was framed by someone, a stupid woman in his eyes. This stimulation was extraordinarily large.

He was so angry that his whole body shook and his face turned white. He finally roared, ”Shoot arrows, give me arrows, shoot them to death.”

A wave of arrows was fired high from the walls, then landed sporadically a little in front of the black-robed formation.

The players had already estimated the range of the enemy's bows and arrows, so they wouldn't be foolish enough to enter their range of attack.

After reading the declaration against Bettel with furious energy, Allie felt a sense of relief course through her body, and then the players who were fiddling with the improvised catapults started to move about again.

Bettel gritted his teeth and roared, ”Move our catapults to the city walls as well.”

”That will take time, Mayor.”

Catapults were usually quite huge, and splitting and assembling them took time.

”Damn it… those in black robes must all be Golden Sons.” Bettel was also a professional, an agility swordsman, and his eyesight was much better than the average person's.

”Their catapults are terrible, and they'll all be scrapped after a few more uses.” Bettel punched the battlement and roared, ”Just wait until all of their catapults are damaged, that's when we'll fight back.”

Bettel calmed down with a long sigh of relief, thinking that he still had a good chance of winning.

The declaration against him just now had affected him quite a bit. For nobles, this kind of verbal lethality was sometimes far more frightening than swords.

Because it would directly harm a family's honor.

He took a series of deep breaths and was about to calm down completely, but then someone beside him suddenly shouted, ”My god, the castle, Mayor, the castle is on fire. It's on fire!”

Bettel twisted around to see the castle in the distance shrouded in a cloud of black smoke, where ”fire dragons” could be faintly seen from time to time.

Half a second later, a string in Bethel's head, called sanity, snapped.

It broke!