Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 314 Do you dare?
In a world without a universally accepted order and rules, patience is not a virtue, and weakness only allows others to ride roughshod over you.

"Snapped!"

Rean kicked the gate of the slave market, shattering it this time.

Perhaps nothing reveals a person's differences more than the same place and the same event. This time, Rean not only had more confidence, but he also kicked the door further and smashed it more!
"Damn it, where's my goods?! Did you steal my goods?!"

This time, Rean shouted the same words even louder and more arrogantly.

But the reactions of those around them were completely different.

The last time, everyone's gazes, whether pleasant or indifferent, were as if they were looking at a clown or a dead man. But this time, the nobles and customers on either side subconsciously quickened their pace, moving away from this area of ​​trouble.

When Rean looked over, they were no longer as composed and arrogant as before. Some people quickly turned away, while others covered their faces without time, afraid that Rean would remember their appearance.

Clearly, some information cannot be kept secret; Rean's connection with the slave market is already an open secret in the region.

Previously, it could be explained by accidental incidents, but Rean's act of sheltering those runaway slaves and using the Holy Knights to sweep through the dock area clearly indicated that he wanted to destroy the slave market.

"Her Highness is about to draw her sword."

"As expected, the beast has become too fat; is it time to harvest it?"

Nobles and merchants have their own ways of playing the game. In their view, Rean, as the princess's "sword," naturally represents the will of the kingdom's high command.

Previously, the slave market was able to generate continuous revenue and satisfy the greed and quirks of many people. However, in the current environment, it has become a malignant tumor that hinders development and preparations for war. After the princess took power, this thing became a huge stain, and it is normal for her, with her fastidious nature, to want to get rid of it.

"Heh, maybe this is just a case of making an example of someone."

People have different perspectives, and these nobles and merchants who only care about interests naturally found a seemingly plausible reason for this struggle from a purely profit-driven perspective.

But in reality, things aren't that complicated.
"I've been wanting to get back at you for a long time! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll tear down your building!"

Rean was telling the absolute truth; to put it bluntly, he just really disliked this thing! He was extremely annoyed!
In the way others looked at the actor, his roar was sincere and his threat effective.

"SKERVA (Sword of Slicing)!"

A massive, invisible sword descended from the sky, tearing the priceless floor of the palace-like slave hall in two.

"Crack!"

After a deafening, tearing sound that everyone could hear, a large crack appeared in the once extremely luxurious "temple".

With a sudden wave of his hand, Rean transformed the crack into a canyon, turning the parts it touched into ruins or cutting them into pieces.

You shouldn't hit someone in the face. But when you've become mortal enemies, you should hit them in the face! And leave a permanent stain on their "face".

"boom."

Classic and luxurious chandeliers fell one by one, and the once extravagant statues, carpets, and paintings were reduced to worthless junk.

Meanwhile, the black-clad knight smiled gleefully, watching everything he had done.

"Luxury created by evil deserves to be destroyed at the peak of false prosperity."

Rean was delighted and even prepared to cast a spell. "Since you set fire to my place, it's only natural that I'd set fire to yours too."

"Stop! Stop!"

But some people jumped out.

Rean glanced at it; it seemed somewhat familiar, like someone who was some kind of leader or something.

He hurriedly stepped in front of Rean, trying to get Rean to give him face.
"Destroy evil!"

Stop! Who do you think you are?! Your sinful aura is so bright it could be a beacon!
"Exorcising Slash!"

One slash, two slashes, three slashes: one slash breaks the shield, two slashes rip open the armor, three slashes decapitate.

The boss of the slave market is a weakling who isn't even a great warrior. What right does he have to block my way?
Reasoning? Demanding compensation? Forget about it! You all went to wreck my place, if I don't take this opportunity to make a scene, people will think I'm a coward!

After beheading the person who stood in his way, Rean stroked his chin, feeling as if he had truly become stronger, and felt as if he could do even more.

"Since no one's going to compensate me, I'll go get it myself!"

With that, Rean decided to seize it legitimately.

Those slave cages, those warehouses of auction items, those gold coins that haven't been moved yet—my new home is still quite poor.
"Boom!" The sudden explosion and the opening of the dimensional gate stopped Rean.

To be precise, it was the magnificent bishop's robes and the archmage following behind him that hindered Rean.

The white-bearded high priest, with a憨厚 smile, stood in front of Rean.
"Detect evil!"

Rean retaliated with a humiliating act of investigating evil.

"Boom!"

But the magic that had always worked failed this time. The light collided with the light and was directly canceled out.

What kind of ability is this? Rean had never even heard of it.

But Rean smiled, a happy smile.

"Oh dear, Bishop Ryan, are you hiding something?"

Rean remembered this person; Dimon had mentioned that he was the one who directly took away teenagers and children from here, and those children have been missing ever since.

Some people, even if they can bask in the glory of the gods, dare not enter the light that discerns good and evil.

"Hehe, young people shouldn't be too arrogant. If you offend too many people, you might be assassinated one day and not even know who did it."

"You did it, you said it yourself."

A slight threat, under Rean's words, turned into a near-reversal of his attitude.

Compromise? Not a chance.

You, a degenerate archbishop, a marginal figure in the diocese, do you really have the guts to make a big fuss about this?

Rean slowly drew his sword. Even though he knew he probably still couldn't win, it wouldn't hurt to try. If he managed to unleash the "Evil Aura" during the battle, the other side would be in big trouble.

As for offending the church, there's no need to even consider it; it's bound to happen anyway. Besides, if I were to set up some kind of "joyful church," it would naturally become a competitor with conflicting stances.

"I am Kurna, the Executive Vice President of the Radiant City Mage Association. I swear on the dignity of magic that I have no connection with the slave market. Young man, aren't you here for compensation? As a member of the mage community, I support your claim. Where is your invoice?"

Upon hearing this, Rean sighed; it seemed that this was the only way to end things.

This cunning old fox brought in a neutral third party to mediate, and the sorcerer's "liaison meeting" was something that Rean and his teacher had to give face to.

The other party was very accommodating to Rean, saying, "I support your claim, but you must follow the proper procedures."

Rean took out a stack of documents and threw them on the ground. Soon, some clerks came over to inspect, calculate, and tally the damages.

Since they were all in the same circle, they needed a legitimate reason to act. These were some slave delivery slips and vouchers, which could be regarded as "human currency" issued in the slave market, but in reality, they were more valuable than gold coins.

These items were naturally subject to a massive sell-off after the incident at the slave market. The batch Rean had in his possession was spoils of war seized from the attackers not long ago.

The quantity was considerable, and the value was substantial; the person behind it was heartbroken.

Other people's vouchers can be left unredeemed, but Rean's current batch will definitely result in a huge financial loss.

But this is already good enough. If Rean were to walk around the vault and the slave pen, the losses would be ten times greater.

"Young man, how dare a paladin dabble in such bloody and sinful things? Aren't you afraid of falling into depravity?"

The question posed by the fallen priest made Rean want to laugh.

"Snap." The holy light descended, probing the evil beneath. The platinum luster, like that of a saint, was so dazzling that it almost blinded those around it.

"I always walk my path of justice. I dare, do you dare?" Rean smiled cheerfully, his outstretched arm radiating a light that seemed to "detect evil."

You can counter long-range reconnaissance with coverage, but try releasing it at close range? "Release" and "Enchant" are not the same thing.

He approached, intending to shake hands with the esteemed bishop and, incidentally, ask him to perform a blessing.

"You! You!" The angry bishop expressed his reality by taking a step back.

He didn't dare, he really didn't dare.

(End of this chapter)