Chapter 206 Chapter 201 Aftermath
The entire slave auction house was in chaos.
Just a moment ago, buyers who had been sitting in the private box, pointing at the cage containing the depraved male paladin, scattered like birds and beasts.
George strode forward, pushing open the box door and arriving in the noisy hallway.
“Stop him!”
“Quick!”
A female bodyguard drew her sword, chanting an unusual song as green gas flowed from her mouth, surrounding her—
Before she could finish, George leaped five meters with his sword, knocking down and killing everyone in his path.
“Surrender or be killed!”
George proclaimed in clear and precise language; over the past few days, he had primarily practiced phrases like “kneel and raise your hands,” “surrender or be killed,” “mercy to the repentant,” and “judgment” in the local language.
But no one heeded his words.
A noblewoman swung her family heirloom sword from behind, aiming at George.
George deflected her sword with a swift motion, stabbing her in the heart and taking her sword in the same motion.
“Last chance, surrender or be killed, surrender and kneel down.”
George tightened his grip on the sword and ran forward, shouting as he ran.
All those daring enough to stand, run, or still possessing the crimson aura of guilt fell instantly, as if toys in the hands of a temperamental child.
George wasn’t in a hurry to kill; instead, he transformed into light, moving swiftly to barricade the main entrance of the auction house, ripping the doorknob off and hammering the nails in by hand, then rushed to the back door.
With little time left, he smashed through the wall, bringing the ceiling down to lean against the back door.
“Stop it, strong one.”
“Turn around; let’s spar.”
“You are the strongest man I’ve ever seen.”
George didn’t notice the three figures approaching from behind and, out of respect for his opponents, turned around.
Three bare-handed female monks, each revealing a breast, formed a semi-circle around him. They were peculiar, not wearing armor or wielding weapons, fighting bare-handed.
“We are the Three Tigers of the Abyss, believing that suffering can lead us to transcendental martial arts—”
George said, “Just attack!”
The leading bare-breasted female monk let out a roar like a lion.
The monks on either side moved swiftly like snakes, flanking George.
Holding a long sword in both hands, George struck with incredible speed; in moments, all three monks fell.
The leading female monk struggled to sit up, hands clasped together, saying, “Sir, your skills are admirable—”
Before she could finish, George severed her head because he didn’t understand what she was saying and felt she might be casting some bizarre, mysterious spell.
After fifteen minutes of chaos in the entire auction house, finally, it quieted down, at least for the moment.
George, holding his long sword, commanded all those who surrendered to gather in the auction hall. Like herding sheep, over a hundred guards, nobles, and wealthy merchants complied, hands on their heads, obediently following his orders.
The feeling of restored order was quite pleasant.
However, what made George uncomfortable was that among the hundreds below, many women were looking at him with lustful eyes. The men were far more obedient; dressed lavishly and revealingly, they huddled together, covering their mouths in low sobs, fearing their cries might displease George.
Litis, dressed in armor, strode over majestically while speaking:
“You really have no eyes, thinking anyone can capture slaves?”
She walked up to the auction stage, saw George, blushed, and covered her face with her hands, staring at him.
Next to her, a noblewoman clasped her hands on her head, sneering, “Tsk, Sir Geor.”
George lifted his mask and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Big brother, you’re too explosive.” Litis swallowed hard.
George looked down at his Gothic chest plate, which had elegant contours and sacred runes, and asked, “What’s wrong? Isn’t this normal?”
Litis’s gaze fell on his sturdy thighs, covered by a thin veil, only wearing a pair of briefs, with bare arms and throat.
“You, you have no idea what you look like.” Litis said, “It’s too seductive, like Saint Jenna cutting all her skirts to reveal her lacy underwear and baring her chest. Hurry up and put on your armor; everyone’s had enough.”
George felt a bit creeped out and asked, “So what are they whispering about?”
“They’re saying that on the surface, you seem solemn, but in reality, you’re more lewd than anyone.”
George immediately took off his armor, put on battle gear, and then the armor again. The atmosphere grew heavy as every woman’s face turned crimson.
One noblewoman, unable to hold back, jumped up and said, “Hey, big guy, let’s find a room, and we can wipe today’s incident clean, and we’ll discuss things in detail. What do you think?”
George commanded, “Kneel! Hands on your head.”
“I don’t like being passive.” The noblewoman, dressed in tight pants, knelt on the ground, hands on her head, her eyes lecherously watching George, her long ears blushing, “But I don’t mind you riding on top of me.”
George asked, “What did she say?”
“She says you’re lewd and wants to sleep with you to settle today’s matter, as if she’s a local noble woman with considerable power.”
“Tell her that if she breaks the rules again, I will punish her.”
Litis translated simultaneously.
The long-eared noblewoman happily licked her lips, “As long as you don’t use your sword, you can punish me however you want.”
Litis translated again.
George felt very uncomfortable, saying, “If she breaks the rules a second time, I will have to kill her on the spot like those before.”
As he spoke, he pointed at the bloodstains on the high box railing.
This time, the long-eared noblewoman shut her mouth.
“Alright, great hero.” Litis said, “You’re now truly famous; I bet in a few days, this news will spread throughout the kingdom. What’s your next move?”
“Use them as hostages to negotiate with the authorities; I just want to liberate all slaves.” George said, “I need water, food, transportation, and of course, coin.”
“Just as I thought. Leave it to me.” Litis instinctively threw a flirtatious glance at George, “I’m of noble blood myself. By the way, I’ll help you inquire about their identities so that when you execute them, you can avoid crossing paths with those who are best not angered.”
“Execute?”
“Isn’t that so?”
“Yes and no.” George said, “I will interrogate them one by one. If they are truly unforgivable, I will execute them. For the rest, I will demand they write guarantees, promising to buy fewer slaves.”
“Ah?” Litis asked, “What can a piece of paper do, even if they promise to buy fewer slaves?”
“There’s no other way.” George said, “I can’t kill everyone. They were born into this environment, and doing evil is inevitable. Even if I kill them, nothing will change. They truly have no choice; it’s better to give them a chance for repentance.”
