Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire.

Chapter 192: Redeeming the Girl, Demigod Emerges

"Woo~"

The sobs and whimpers that were suppressed echoed in the dark corners, but these pitiful cries did not attract any sympathy or comfort, but instead received a burst of ridicule.

"Tears are the most useless thing in the world. They have no use other than showing your weakness and incompetence and making your enemies think you are easy to bully!"

"What do you know? You don't understand anything!"

The girl, with tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes, raised her head angrily and looked at the black-haired boy who was lying on her bed and laughing at her.

He was a disabled man who had lost both arms, and there were large patches of blood scabs and carbon shells on his body left by the flames. It looked horrifying.

Everyone who saw him, at the first sight of the scars on his body, would wonder how he survived.

What a tenacious spirit and will it takes to support his soul and allow it to stay in such a broken body and linger on.

When the girl took the boy home, she hesitated for a long time because she didn't want to bring back a dead body. But she observed him for a long time and found that the boy's breathing changed from weak to regular, and his vital signs became visibly stable.

Then she gritted her teeth and carried the boy back on her back. Not surprisingly, she received a lot of ridicule and mockery because she picked up a piece of trash that was useless except for eating.

Both of his arms were broken, and although his legs were still there, an experienced hunter shook his head after checking them out, and directly evaluated the boy as a piece of meat lying on the bed, breathing.

However, the girl felt that these evaluations were not accurate enough, because in addition to being able to breathe and eat, this disabled boy also had a mouth as vicious as a devil.

"What do I need to know? What do I need to understand? I only see an incompetent person who is bullied and dares not fight back."

Wayne sneered again, because he really couldn't empathize with this timid girl, who was the same kind as him.

"Tell me, what's the point of your crying? Are you expecting a righteous knight to pass by the door, come in after hearing your crying, and ask you about your injustice in a gentle voice?

And because they listened to your experience, helped you, and punished those greedy nobles and farmers, if that's the case, then you should cry even louder, even better, howl loudly!"

"I don't!"

Hearing the boy's mockery, the girl couldn't help but clench her fists. Tears flashed in her amber eyes, but her eyes began to become a little fierce.
"There is no righteous knight in this world. All heroic stories are lies. No knight will sympathize with a tiefling."

"Ah? Ha~ Look what I heard? A little village girl who has never even been to a small town dares to deny the existence of the Knight of Justice. How big of a world have you seen?"

“Have you seen many?”

"of course."

"Are there really knights of justice?"

The girl who was in denial just now had a voice full of expectation and hope, but soon, her voice became low.

"But even if there really is a Knight of Justice, he wouldn't sympathize with a devil!"

"Who said no? You know it?"

The annoying voice sounded again.
"Besides, you think too highly of yourself. What else do you have besides the tail behind you? Do you deserve to be called a devil?"

"Wayne, has anyone ever told you that you're really annoying?"

The girl couldn't bear it any longer, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked angrily to the bedside, and saw the boy who was covered with bruises but still had a vicious mouth.

"No, I have been very popular since I was a child. Everyone likes me very much, and my followers love me too!"

"But now you are lying in the bed of a country girl like me."

The girl couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"That's because you saved me. Doesn't that show how popular I am?"

Wayne was not ashamed, but rather proud of it.

"I have become such a miserable state, but you still chose to carry me back, and even left your only bed and the best food to me."

"That's because I pity you!"

The girl was so angry that a sharp barb appeared at the tip of her snake-like tail.

"I should really follow the hunter's advice and throw your piece of meat into a mass grave and let the wild beasts take it away."

"If you really have such courage, then come on!"

Wayne, who was a lump of meat, grinned.

"Shut up! Before I throw you away, you should at least give me back all the food you ate!"

"No, everything that goes into my stomach is mine."

"Why don't you return it?"

"The farmer can deduct your commission, and the noble tax collector can also collect extra taxes from you, but you dare not resist. Why do you want me to pay you back now that you are here? Aren't you bullying the weak?"

"How could I bully you? It's you who has been bullying me!"

When the girl heard this, she uttered a weak rebuttal, but still did not take any violent action against Wayne. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed and sobbed again. At the same time, the stinger on her tail retracted, and the corners of her eyes that had just been wiped dry became wet again.

"I really don't know how you grew so big? Is it the blessing of the goddess of luck?"

Seeing the changes in the girl's tail behind him, Wayne couldn't help but sigh.

He had seen many kind tieflings, but this was the first time he had seen a tiefling who was so kind that he could be described as cowardly.

"Charlotte, come out, you missed a tax payment, pay it back!"

At this moment, a rude roar came from outside the dark, damp and dilapidated hut.

"how come?"

The girl quickly wiped her tears with the corner of her clothes, and then, under Wayne's sighing gaze, she shrank out of the house, and then spoke softly, a voice that sounded a little humble,
"Mr. Tax Collector, I have paid all the taxes and have never paid less. Is there a mistake?"

"What qualifications do you have to question me, you lowly bastard?"

The dull sound of whipping, along with the girl's uncontrollable groan of pain,
"You didn't pay the head tax. I heard that you picked up a man from outside, a cripple without hands. You want a man now, you little bastard? Do you still want to pass on your dirty bloodline?

Haha, but I don’t care what you want to do. Now pay me the tax you underpaid. Not only that, you have to pay a fine, a total of two silver and twenty-six copper coins.

Oh, and you need to apologize for your offense against me, and you also need to pay for the cleaning of my whip, three silver coins in total!"

"Three silver coins. Where do I get so much money?"

Charlotte tried to hold back the pain, but she also looked incredulous.

"No money? So you're going to disobey the Baron? Bastard!"

"No, I have no intention of rebelling against the Baron, but I really have no money."

"No money? Haha, I remember you were still a virgin, but you probably aren't anymore now. But can a man without arms satisfy a lowly creature like you?

You should go to the tavern in town. Those dirty and lowly adventurers won't care about the evil blood in you. You might be able to sell yourself for a good price." A lewd laugh sounded, full of mockery.

"Three silver coins? Such low taxes? What kind of country shabby place is this? I have more than a dozen gold coins on me. You bastard outside, you can crawl in and take one!"

Wayne couldn't bear it any longer after hearing this. Although he was already in prison, he really couldn't allow himself to continue to ignore it.

"gold?"

As soon as Wayne's voice fell, a fat figure, ignoring the girl's obstruction, pushed open the wooden board used for covering.

"You have gold coins?"

"He is a madman, his brain is stupid, sir, don't listen to his nonsense, how could he have gold coins!"

Charlotte chased after him and tried to stop the tax collector, but how could she, with her long-term malnourished body, stop him?
"Of course I have gold coins. Hey, piggy, you can come over and search. They're right under me!"

Wayne, who was unable to move, started to mock.

"Bastard, if I can't find the gold coins, I'll let you know what the consequences are for deceiving and insulting an honorable tax collector!"

The temptation of gold coins was more than anything else. The fat tax collector stretched out his chubby hands and pulled Wayne, who had lost his arm, off the bed.

As expected, there was no golden luster in this musty and damp shabby house.

"Where are the gold coins?"

The eyes, squeezed by fat to a slit left only a slit, reflected a fierce light.

"It's on me. You can look for it again. But my gold coins are very special. Those naturally lowly human-shaped pigs can't see them."

"Bitch!"

The tax collector knew that he had been fooled. In a rage, the pig raised his foot and stomped on Wayne hard.

boom!
There was a dull sound of flesh and blood colliding. Although the feeling under his feet was obviously wrong, the ridicule that followed made the tax officer lose the ability to think.

"Is this all the strength you have? Calling you a pig is an insult to pigs. At least pigs are stronger than you!"

"I told you I'd make you regret it."

The furious tax collector started to trample on the people. The girl saw such a cruel scene and subconsciously rushed over to stop it.

"No, no, don't hurt him!"

"Get out of here, you lowly bastard! You're next. I'm going to hang you all on the road sign so that the other lowly people can see what happens when they disobey an honorable tax collector!"

The girl's frail body was blown against the wall like a fallen leaf.

But at the same time, whether it was due to the stimulation of violence, the fear of death and the hope for life, or the sympathy for the weak, the poisonous tail behind the girl showed its sharpness.

This time, the girl no longer suppressed the devilish snake tail, and for the first time, the tail was stained with blood.

"you?!"

The tax collector looked at the sharp needle piercing through his chest in disbelief. The weak feeling of his vitality rapidly draining away made him turn his head in disbelief to look at the girl who fell in the corner of the wall. The tail was connected to her back.

"How dare you kill..."

boom--

Before he could finish his words, the humanoid pig fell to the ground with a loud bang and died instantly because the deadly venom had spread throughout its body.

"I...how could this happen? I didn't mean to do that."

The girl raised her head and looked at the scene in front of her, with confusion and fear in her eyes.
"This is not what I want. I don't want to do this. Wayne, what should I do?"

"What should we do? Aren't you doing a good job?"

A pair of white, tender and delicate hands suddenly stretched out from under the fat and greasy body, and then opened it up.

"To be honest, I really can't understand why you, who obviously possess such a powerful force, would allow these scum who are far inferior to you to keep bullying you?"

"You? Wayne, your arm? How come…"

Seeing the boy standing up from the ground and stretching his arms with a look of satisfaction, Charlotte became somewhat incoherent.
"It has grown back. What's so strange about that? You had to let me get beaten up before you were willing to take action. Really... Fortunately, you are not hopeless. You didn't let this pig beat me to death."

Wayne kicked the tax collector's body. He was really weak to the extreme. And now, he was truly replenished, that is, the soul of the tax collector, but it was far from enough.

"who are you?"

No matter how ignorant the girl was, she realized that something was wrong. Even in those heroic stories, few heroes could regenerate their broken arms.

"Of course, it's the Knight of Justice who saved the innocent Tiefling girl!"

Wayne, who had only recovered one arm, smiled brightly and stretched out his hand to the girl.

"Now, the righteous knight is going to seek justice for the girl! Do you want to join me? I just happen to be in need of a knight's squire!"

Thus, a massacre began that made the farmers and civilians cheer and the higher-level nobles furious.

"Parvati!"

Noah, who was always paying attention to the growth of the fourth generation, summoned Augustus, the last one he had brought with him.

"granduncle."

"Want to go out and practice?"

Noah asked the teenage girl in front of him. Although the girl was twelve or thirteen years old, she still looked like a seven or eight-year-old girl, and her appearance could easily arouse the criminal impulse of some villains.

"Do you think I can go out now?"

"It depends on your own thinking."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Tell me."

"Do I have a brother I've never met?"

Parvati frowned and asked the Holy Dragon.

"Ok?"

"I killed him countless times in my dreams."

"Oh? Then you have to be careful, because as far as I know, dreams are often the opposite of reality."

Noah gave a playful smile.

(End of this chapter)