The Silly Alchemist - chapter-267-protection-1
Just as purchasing was in full swing, the duke arrived at the scene. He
was absolutely shocked. â€کWow, so these refugees are indeed buying
everything huh,â€™ 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 didnâ€™t look like some rich folk. Hmm,
then again he had to be a very peculiar aristocrat, or he wouldnâ€™t be
mixing around with these refugees.
[Note: weâ€™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
â€œGet out of the way, and let THE commander pass!!â€
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
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 peopleâ€™s
faces. Not only fear but hatred too.
Despite all this, they still made way for him to pass through immediately.
â€œHmph!â€ 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 wasnâ€™t intimidating enough
himself, unlike this commander.
It seemed like this commander of the mercenary commanded way more power
than the duke!!
â€œAre you the one who ordered your men to beat my brother-in-law to
death?â€ 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 commanderâ€™s brother-in-law was
beaten to death?
Then that would be great, no matter what, they would have to celebrate
when they got home. Theyâ€™d all been very much annoyed by that awful
officer whoâ€™d always blackmailed people based off the fact his relative
was the townâ€™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
If only they could kill this commander too, then theyâ€™d even give away
their goods for free!
Over these years, the merchants didnâ€™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 couldnâ€™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.
The people wanted to report to the duke, but they had to go through the
commander. And if you tried to sneak past him, you would be dead meat.
This mercenary group was the biggest source of violence in this town, and
getting rid of the commander seemed to be impossible.
So, even if the duke saw the commanderâ€™s true colours, in such a short
period of time, he still couldnâ€™t be replaced. Changing a commander
required a reconsideration period!
â€œHe had it coming!! He stole food from us, so many people have died
because of him! And he dared insult this gentleman here, so it was mostly
his fault. If only I was strong enough, I wouldâ€™ve kicked him tooâ€¦I
felt better after I spat on his body though,â€ retorted the skinny dark
man, staring at the commander.
What?! That officer did that? Well, then he deserved it! Whereâ€™s the
body, Iâ€™m going to spit on him too!
Everyone on the scene had this thought, just like Skinny Dark Man- they
couldnâ€™t beat him up but they still could spit on his body. No, wait-
it would be better to whip it. Uhhâ€¦ Thatâ€™d be a little too cruel, so
spitting on his body would be better.
Their imagination ran wild. Feeling extremely satisfied with their
imaginary scenes, the crowd focused on the scene before their eyes again.
This skinny dark man dared to confront the commander, then it was no
doubt that he was going to be killed.
â€œDo you want to die today?â€ The commander went off his horse, wanting
to grab hold of Skinny Dark man to teach him a lesson. Just right at that
moment, he suddenly stopped to gape at the spectacular sight on the
Piles and piles of gold and silver coins!!
The commander had failed to notice this before, but now that he was
approaching them, the shiny coins caught his attention.
Although he had a lot of riches, he was still tempted by this large pile
of gold and silver- he wanted to have all these as his!!
â€œDonâ€™t you dare think of taking it, they belong to Sir!â€ The skinny
dark man and the others tried to protect the gold coins from the
commander as they could clearly see the greed in his eyes. Everyone in
the crowd could see too when their eyes met his.
Not only Skinny Dark Man, even the soldiers who were watching also sided
with them- it seemed like they want to protect the gold and silver coins
â€œHe killed my relative, so these will serve as compensation to my
nephew. Heâ€™s got a family, and now heâ€™s dead, money is needed to
support his family!!â€ The commander was quick to find a reason- a
reason to take everything.
He sounded like heâ€™d done this many times before. A â€کskilledâ€™ man
At this point, if the officer were to be revived, the commander
wouldâ€™ve found a way to kill him againâ€¦ There was just so much money!!
â€œIs it for you, or for his family?â€ snorted Skinny Dark Man, showing
his disgust for the commander. Anyone wouldâ€™ve seen through his excuse-
why not just be straightforward enough to tell me youâ€™re going to take
it for yourself. At least I would have some respect for you.
â€œI AM his family!â€ The commander looked at the skinny dark man and
scoffed, â€œWhat? You think Iâ€™m worried you wonâ€™t let me take it? I
make the rules here.â€
â€œWhat if we say no? Will you kill us all?â€ mocked the skinny dark
man. He seemed to take life and death lightly, maybe because of the
disaster- he just didnâ€™t care that much anymore.
Or perhaps he just wasnâ€™t afraid at all!