He proudly strode forward, sword in hand, with the crowd parting in front of him, everyone avoiding him for fear of crossing him and receiving another blow.
A plain-dressed girl covered her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice, “Oh my God, who is he? So arrogant, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. Is that guy alright?”
“Don’t worry about it; he’s Viscount Hossorn. The whole main city knows he’s the most domineering one around. Keep your voice down; you don’t want him to hear you.”
“Isn’t anyone going to stop him? Hurting someone in public like this is outrageous!”
Hossorn, holding the bloody sword, showed no regard for the opinions of the commoners and shouted at the crowd, “Who’s in charge here? I’ve heard that what you sell is quite impressive. Bring me a few items to see! If the promotion is false, I’ll smash this pathetic stall!”
After his words echoed for a moment, Hossorn’s expression darkened as a figure dressed entirely in black, wearing a mask, stepped out of the shop.
The crowd instinctively cleared a path for him as he approached slowly.
Hossorn raised an eyebrow, about to speak to this man, but before he could open his mouth, the man walked right past him and approached the injured burly man.
“Is your injury serious? I apologize for the incident at our stall. Here, take this as our compensation.”
The man produced a small band-aid and applied it to the burly man’s shoulder.
Almost instantly, the deep, bone-exposing wound began to visibly heal, and the pallor of his face was brightening.
The crowd suddenly stirred with murmurs and gasps as they turned their attention to the burly man.
“Oh my gosh, this is amazing! Look, he’s already healing; the flesh is starting to grow back!”
“Wow! This truly is a miracle! I’ve never seen such effective medicine!”
“I heard these cost over ten gold coins; they’re not cheap, but in a crisis, they could save a life.”
“I didn’t believe it at first; I thought I should come and see for myself. If it was as exaggerated as the claims, wouldn’t that be a waste of money? But now, it’s clear that the promotion has genuine effect!”
As various discussions flooded Hossorn’s ears, he found himself completely ignored, relegated to the background.
His fists clenched, rage boiling in his veins as he spun around to the mysterious man and demanded, “Who the hell are you! Ruining my good fortune!”
Only then did the mysterious man glance at him with a smile, removing his mask.
“Oh dear, have you really forgotten me? You seem to have a short memory.”
Hossorn’s eyes locked onto the man’s face as he took off the mask, his mind going blank.
It was… it was Worris!
How could this be? He had gotten nothing from the trade; had the caravan truly gone bankrupt?
He stood there motionless, fully aware that the commoners didn’t know about his conflict with Worris, yet feeling as if everyone around him was whispering in mockery.
Look at this person! He made an empty threat and thought his opponent was no longer a match for him. In reality, Worris was already well-known in the Calderra main city, and here he was, looking like a fool, impotent and incapable.
Worris gazed back at him with derision, speaking slowly, “As a viscount, injuring a commoner in public, if the King were to learn of your behavior in the main city – ignoring national dignity and disrespecting the King – it would indeed be a grave sin.”
His words provoked public outrage, and those who had been intimidated by the nobility found their courage.
“What about nobles? Can they just trample on lives like this?”
“Exactly! If there’s no retribution today, what’s to stop someone from killing in the streets next time?”
“There must be consequences!”
“Yes, we demand accountability!”
Soon, fists were raised as a deafening roar engulfed the air.
Hossorn nearly ground his teeth in fury; his face flushed with embarrassment as he shot back without thinking, “Just a bunch of lowly commoners! Do you really think you matter? What if you die?”
The moment those words left his mouth, he felt instant regret and stuttered, trying to explain.
The crowd was already furious, having turned against him. They started picking up random items to hurl at Hossorn.
Rocks, rotten vegetable scraps, branches – all manner of debris was thrown at his face.
A sharp piece of wood flew from somewhere, slashing across his face and leaving a deep scar.
Startled and enraged, Hossorn shielded his face and hurriedly fled, leaving behind a parting threat.
“Just wait and see; don’t celebrate too soon!”
Worris watched him retreat in a panic, shrugging his shoulders.
Whether someone should celebrate too soon was debatable. As a viscount injuring the King’s subjects, he would certainly ensure that Hossorn wouldn’t enjoy his days for a while. After being suppressed for years and feeling voiceless, he had longed to slap Hossorn’s face hard.
Fortunately, the store of the Lord of Demons had allowed him to realize that wish.
After confirming that the injured man was fine, he announced loudly, “Viscount Hossorn is in violation of shop policies by injuring someone. We will no longer cooperate, and all future purchases are prohibited.”
“Good! That’s how it should be; he deserves it; he shouldn’t be allowed to buy anything, pfft.”
“Boss, boss, ignore that guy. We’ve waited so long; when will it be our turn to buy something?”
“Yes, yes! Your products work so well; that thing just now – the effect was immediate!”
Worris smiled and replied, “To show my apologies to everyone, there will be no purchase limit today. Please feel free to buy.”
Hearing this, the crowd instantly erupted in excitement, showering him with compliments.
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