Chapter Volume 1, Diary of a Butler 7: The Most Dangerous Free-for-all Combat (1/2)

Volume 1, Diary of a Butler Chapter 7: The Most Dangerous Free-for-all Combat

Translator: Raylight

Dear Father,

I have made yet another mistake, and undoubtedly it is a mistake that you would strictly reprimand.

You have often said that as long as an employer requests for a butler, other than a salary and the most basic form of respect, a butler should not request anything else of his employer. That is because a butler serves his employer, but the employer does not serve his butler. Yet I hoped the young master to be a hero, so that I could feel honored that I am serving a hero.

What greed. If you knew about this from the heavens, you would definitely make such a comment!

The entrance to the battle arena was extremely crowded, the queue snaking and coiling. There were even many people who were currently brawling. I looked at the long queue and was just about to suggest to the young master that I would go over and wait in line while he rested, but the young master pulled me to a stop. Then, he ignored the queue and walked directly toward the entrance.

We walked all the way to the ticket booth at the entrance, though such an obvious cutting of the queue clearly made everyone extremely dissatisfied. There were quite a few people who were already rolling up their sleeves, ready for battle, walking towards us…

“VIP.”

After the young master yelled “VIP,” the people in the line showed astonished expressions. Then, he handed over our tickets to the ticket collector. Following that, he took two booklets from the staff. In this time period, none of the people who had been eager for battle came forward to challenge us. Instead, they looked at us with eyes full of disbelief.

Are these VIP seats really that rare?

“Charles, do you dislike this place?”

The young master glanced at me as he handed me a booklet and explained. “If you see something that you dislike, your eyes will squint. The width of your eyes decrease by about 0.07cm! Earlier, when you first saw the set of clothes you are currently wearing, you also had this expression.”

Against the young master’s unfathomable ability, I could only obediently admit, “I am not very fond of this place.”

The young master smiled as he said, “I’m not very fond of this place either, but I don’t have a choice. Ezart is fighting here for his single-elimination open tournament.”

“May I inquire as to the relationship between you and Ezart?” I had to know the identity of this Ezart first, so that later on, I would be able to use a suitable form of address with him.

“My ex-classmate.” The young master tugged at my hand. He seemed extremely familiar with this place as he said, “Walk through here, VIPs can go in from the side door.”

I flipped through the free-for-all combat rules in the handbook.

Other than not being allowed to leave the ring for more than five minutes, only stepping out of the five meter boundary from the ring or doing something that endangers the audience or referee would result in disqualification. For the sake of not endangering the two groups stated before, weapons that had an attack range of over five meters were banned from the arena. For example, firearm type weapons. Other than these rules, free-for-all combat could be said to be a contest completely lacking in rules.

As for the so-called VIP seats, they were just chairs that were set up beside the ring. The chairs were not even five meters away from the ring, which meant that they were still within the range of movement of the contestants. In the rules, it is also stated that both contestants are allowed to have up to five VIPs. Moreover, these five VIPS are allowed to move at will, go near the ring, and even attack the contestant… They are practically the contestant’s helpers, right?

So, we are actually here to help the young master’s classmate fight in the arena?

I felt a little uneasy inside. I was simply not fond of combat, especially in front of so many people. Surveying my surroundings revealed that spectators were continuously crowding into the seats, which were arranged in steps. If all of these seats were filled, the audience would probably number no less than five thousand.

However, it seemed to be a little too late to refuse to help in the battle. At this moment, we were already standing by the side of the ring, and the young master was chatting with the contestant named Ezart.

When we first arrived, the young master had given me a concise introduction. The strong man who was lazily leaning on the ring’s ropes and had a head of orange hair and even a tattoo on the left side of his face was his ex-classmate. His name was Ezart. Then, the young master just stood by the stage and started conversing with the contestant in the ring.

Ezart leaned lazily on the ropes that were hung around the ring and raised his chin in my direction. He asked, “This your butler?”

“That’s right! He’s called Charles.”

“He’s the vampire you mentioned over the phone?”

“Yup!” The young master nodded his head vigorously.

“He doesn’t look like one at all.” Ezart sized me up, full of suspicion. He frowned as he looked at the young master, saying, “You’re not bullshitting me, right? Oh! Then again, you’re a brat who never lies. Hey! Butler! Are you strong? ”

I hurriedly shook my head and revealed an apologetic expression as I said, “I do not specialize in combat.”

“F***! A vampire who doesn’t specialize in combat?” Ezart showed an impatient expression and then criticized the young master without restraint. “I say, why did you get trash for a butler? Wasn’t the female vampire from before pretty strong?”

Hearing that, the young master became serious. He said in a stern tone, “Ezart, you shouldn’t say that Charles is trash.”

“So what if I say that? Are you looking for a fight?”

How did the young master acquaint himself with such a classmate? I felt extremely puzzled over this, for the two of them were exact opposites.

“I’m not!” The young master rejected him in one shot. “However, you still can’t call Charles trash, because you’re even trashier than he is!”

I was stunned. These words w-were coming out of the young master’s mouth?

“Brat, what did you say?” Ezart’s lazy attitude was gone, and he growled at the young master.

The young master was not frightened into retreating by his growl in the slightest. Instead, he started explaining as if it were natural, “That’s because Charles is stronger than you! Only the strong can call the weak trash. That’s what you said to me before! Therefore, you can’t call him trash.”

My expression changed. The young master was really messing around too much. He was actually speaking in such a way to a combat contestant? I did not think that people who would compete in a free-for-all tournament would have good tempers and be able to tolerate people humiliating them.

“He’s stronger than me?”

Ezart froze and then looked me up and down in doubt. Contrary to my expectations, he did not look angry. Instead, he seemed very keen and in high spirits as he did so. After that, he turned around to ask the young master, “Compared to you, how strong is he? Who is trashier?”

The young master opened his mouth and was just about to reply when there was an angry roar from the back.

“Ezart! You should f***ing scram off the champion’s seat already!”

We all looked up at the stage. The other contestant had also gotten in the ring. He looked even bigger and stronger than Ezart, and his muscles were so huge they looked like they were about to explode. Both of his arms were modified, but most importantly, five strong men stood behind him. Every one of them looked incomparably strong, and they had all more or less modified their bodies as well.

Once these people appeared, the entire audience instantly started making a racket. Especially after that contestant made his declaration of war, the atmosphere became even more heated. There were quite a few people who had copied him and started cursing Ezart in anger.

“This contest allows their contestants to have modifications?” I was a little shocked.

Ezart turned around and gave me a mocking smile, “Everything goes in free-for-all combat.”

“You do not have any modifications,” I said, a little worried.

Though Ezart looked much stronger than the young master, there was still a large difference between him and the other contestant. Moreover, the opponent had modified both of his arms while Ezart did not have a single trace of modification on his body. Also, the other party had invited five VIPs, but on Ezart’s side, there was no one save the young master and me. And I did not wish to enter the fray.

“So what? Have you modified anything before, Vampire?”

Ezart casually leaned his back against the ropes, and then lifted his chin at Chelanda. He said with disdain, “There are a lot of people stronger than that kind of ugly thing! For example, that fellow beside you.”

I stilled for a moment but then automatically looked to my side. Of course, I only saw the young master beside me.

“It’s going to start soon!” Though Ezart had said that, he was still lazily leaning on the elastic ropes.

I looked towards the ring. The referee had entered the ring, and he was introducing both the contestants and their history in an excited tone. His tone and introduction obviously made the mood even more intense and feverous. Rather than saying he is a referee, he is more like a host, I sincerely thought.

The referee fiercely introduced, “In the blue corner, it is the challenger who has defeated many various experts and has finally achieved the challenger’s spot, Chelanda! As for the red corner, it is the champion who has successively claimed the throne of the champion thrice and has never lost a fight! Known as the undefeated king, he is — Ezart!”

I was very shocked. I did not know Ezart was actually the champion, and that he had even held onto his title three times in succession. He simply did not look like that strong of a person. Though he was healthy and robust, it did not seem to the point of ridiculousness. After matching it with his height, his figure could even be said to lean towards skinny. No matter how I looked at it, he did not look like a champion of free-for-all combat.

Once the referee finished his introductions, the voices cursing Ezart were immediately drowned out by tremendous cheer. The entire place was shouting, “Ezart.” In face of all this earth-trembling noise, Ezart still lazily hung on the elastic ropes. Without even looking back, he yelled, “Hey! Ah Ye, buy me a cola.”

“Oh, okay,” replied the young master blankly.

“Young Master, are you leaving? The match is about to start.” I was a little nervous. The young master would not want me to help Ezart fight on my own, right?

The young master answered back naturally, “Yup! Ezart told me to buy one, so I’m going to buy it. Charles, you should go to your seat and watch the match!”

I was confused and after much pondering, I decided that it would be better to clarify matters with the young master. “Young Master, should I help?”

“Help?” The young master tilted his head to one side and seemed puzzled as he replied, “I said that I’m going to buy it by myself!”

I immediately tried to explain, “Young Master, you are mistaken. What I meant was, should I help in the battle?”

“Why do you have to help in the battle?” The young master’s eyes widened, and he exclaimed in shock, “You’re a butler, not a hitman. I have always kept that in mind!”

So the young master has always kept that in mind. I felt extremely gratified.

I glanced at the five strong men on the opposing side and said in worry, “But the other party has five VIPs helping him.”

Hearing that, the young master gave an “oh” and lifted his head to look at the person in the ring. He asked, “Ezart, do you want me to help?”

Ezart replied back snappily, “Help? Like for real, go buy me my cola!”

The young master gave another “oh” and told me, “I’m going to buy cola. Charles, just sit and watch the match. Even if Ezart is beaten up until he’s lying flat on the ground, you are absolutely not allowed to help him!”

“You brat, what nonsense are you spouting!” Ezart whipped his head around and gave the young master a vicious glare. He roared in rage, “Who did you say would be beaten until lying flat on the ground?”

“The person replying!”

The young master stuck out his tongue in my direction, and while hearing the sound of Ezart snarling, he ran away laughing.

It seemed that the young master truly did not wish for me to help in the battle. Since that was the case, I had no need to step in. I did not care whether the match ended in victory or defeat, and though the free-for-all combat is a contest where anything goes, it should not result in the loss of human lives. Thus, I was extremely relaxed as I walked to my seat to sit down.

When I had just sat down, I saw that four of the opponent’s five VIPs had suddenly left the ring. Moreover, the place that they were headed to was the front door, which was the place that the young master had just exited.

In my heart flit a trace of unease, and I quickly got up to chase after the young master…

“Hmph!” After Ezart gave a snort, he coldly said, “Sit down, Butler.”

I was stunned and momentarily froze on the spot, not knowing what to do next.

Ezart icily asked the opponent on the ring, “What is the meaning of this?”

Chelanda gave a wicked laugh, and with a sinister expression, growled, “What’s the meaning? Isn’t this free-for-all combat, which means there are no rules! Including using hostages!”

“It’s true that there are no rules, but the audience is the rule.” Lazily, Ezart retorted, “If you make the audience unhappy, don’t even think about fighting on stage in the future!”

“This is precisely what the audience wants to see. You have been sitting on the champion’s seat for far too long!” Chelanda gave a loud yell. “There are tons of people who want to see you receive a beating! Who cares what kind of method is used? As long as they can see you lying on the ground, everyone will be happy!”

When Chelanda shouted this exclamation, the surrounding audience really started to get hyped. The people who were cheering for Ezart just now seemed to have vanished completely, leaving only the sounds of “Bash him up,” “Bash him up” echoing unanimously.

This contest and this audience are simply both too messed up! I have to go save the young master…

“I said sit down, didn’t you understand, Butler?” Ezart turned around to reprimand me.

“They win in numbers, and they are armed with weapons. The young master…” I glanced at the seat of the young master. On top of it was his satchel full of hidden weapons. The young master had not brought it with him.

“So what?” Ezart seemed not to care in the least as he said, “Your young master isn’t so lousy that he needs his butler to go save him. Sit down!”

Seeing Ezart’s reaction, Chelanda’s face twitched once, and he coldly said, “Hmph, I didn’t think that you would be so cruel even to your own mistress!”

Hearing that, both Ezart and I were stunned. Ezart had an even stranger expression on his face as he asked, “Who did you say was my mistress?”

“Who else could it be? Isn’t it the little missus from just now!” Chelanda had a lecherous expression as he said, “Tch, tch! His waist is really fine, no wonder you’re so captivated by him.”

I looked at Ezart, and he currently had on an expression that was filled with disgust and nausea… Enough to express that he had no interest whatsoever in the young master’s waist, let alone as his “mistress.”

“Right!” Ezart seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned around. He asked me in puzzlement, “Is there something wrong with him today? What the hell was he dressed in? If his brother saw, he would definitely go crazy on the spot.”

I fully approved of what he said. The young master is much better suited to wearing dress shirts and jeans.