Chapter 382 - A Simple Matter (1/2)

Chapter 382: A Simple Matter

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Clang! In the fortress in the center of Spring Leaf Village, a fully armored Warrior pushed open the door and walked into the main hall.

This Warrior was wearing blood red armor, a bright red cloak, and a helmet with fire red feathers. Looking from afar, he was completely dressed in red. When he walked quickly, he naturally gave off an extremely oppressive air.

He was Spring Leaf Village’s lord, Balha.

“Master…” a young, elven slave rushed forward, wanting to help this Warrior remove his armor as usual.

“Scram!”

Balha’s hand swung forcefully, his hand landing on the elf slave’s face. Crack. The body of this elf slave who was less than 17 years old stopped, his neck was completely twisted around.

Without caring about this pathetic elf, Balha continued to walk forward until he reached the seat at the very end of the main hall, then he finally stopped. He shouted angrily, “Where are my slaves? Quickly come and help me remove my armor!”

Another two elf slaves approached cautiously, carefully helping Balha remove his blood red armor.

This time, Balha waited patiently for his armor to be removed. Then, after his armor was removed, he sat down. After a few seconds, he suddenly raged, violently throwing the wood carving beside his chair onto the ground.

Crack! The wood carving broke into pieces, forming a large hole in the ground. Balha roared, “Damned Laguans! Damned Blood Eyes! Don’t let me catch you!”

This time, he personally led 1000 Warriors to clear the bandits. In the end, they were ambushed halfway. Never mind that over a hundred Warriors died, even Master Magician Rockham was stabbed by a sword and almost died.

Although he did not see eye to eye with Rockham, it was only an internal problem within Spring Leaf Village. Now, Rockham was almost killed, and it was because the Warriors did not protect him properly. This was a blow to his face!

Huff, huff. He sat on his chair, breathing heavily. His facial expression was livid. The surrounding people did not dare to make any noise, especially the two elven slaves who were afraid that they would end up like the previous slave if they were not careful.

The atmosphere in the main hall was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe.

Clack, clack. At this moment, light footsteps sounded. After a short while, a black-haired woman walked out from the main hall’s back door. The woman had skin as white as chalk and a round face with beautiful features. Wearing an exquisite dress, she carried herself gracefully. When she reached the main hall, she saw the slave who had been beaten to death. She frowned, looking at Balha and said, “Lord, you vented your anger on others again?”

Weirdly, although Balha was originally in a rage, a smile actually appeared on his face once he saw this woman. “My wife, I lost control for a moment; it was not on purpose.”

This woman was Balha’s wife, Anlis.

Balha had a brutal personality, and people called him the Bloody Butcher. This wife was the very reason why his brutal personality was always displayed outside but hardly ever in his home.

Balha would fight and kill people as he wished, but for unknown reasons, once he saw his wife, his temper would disappear, and he would not scold a single person.

The whole of Spring Leaf Village knew of this.

Since the person had already died, and it was only a slave, Anlis did not nag Balha anymore after that.

“Carry him out and bury him,” she said to an elven slave.

Once she appeared, everyone in the main hall let out sighs of relief. When the elves heard her instruction to bring the elf out to be buried, they said gratefully, “Thank you, Mistress.”

If it were left to Balha, the elf would surely be taken to be chopped into meat slices and fed to the dogs.

After the young corpse was brought out, Anlis sighed and sat down beside Balha. Her discerning eyes stared at Balha. “Lord…”

Balha couldn’t stand his ground under her gaze. He hugged his wife and said in a gentle voice, “Call me Jon. Don’t call me Lord. I’ve told you many times.”

“Alright, Jon, I don’t wish for the house to constantly be filled with blood. It scares our child,” Anlis said.

“Nonsense! My child would never be so cowardly… Alright fine, I won’t do it again, I swear!” Balha said. He had one arm wrapped around Anlis’s waist, while he raised his other arm to affirm his promise.

“Alright, I believe you,” Anlis nodded. “Were those bandits that hard to deal with?”

Once she raised this up, Balha’s anger was stoked again. He was about to rant and vent, but under Anlis’s stare, he immediately quieted down. “That rabble has no true ability, they’re just like little rats scurrying about. My Warriors were wearing heavy armor and couldn’t catch them. Hmph! Tomorrow, I’ll request for 100 black-robed soldiers from my father!”

The black-robed soldiers were Great Lord Bal’s strongest soldiers. Every one of them had minimally Tier-2 strength. In total, they numbered 3,000 strong. They went through harsh training and had plenty of battle experience. They were the sharpest sword in Bal’s realm.