Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 80 Little People

Haven stood by the table with a dagger in his hand, turning to look at Benjamin, who was still standing there.

“Come on, Mr. Ben, since you think there’s a problem, I’ll respect your opinion. Come on, be straightforward, like a man.”

Benjamin now felt trapped, and under everyone's gaze, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

"This, that, this."

Seeing Benjamin's hesitant manner, Haven smiled understandingly and asked:
"What's wrong, Mr. Ben? Don't you like this method? It's okay, you can tell me, and I can do it your way."

Although Havet was speaking with a smile, that smile made Benjamin feel uneasy, as if he were being watched by a wild beast.

“Mr. Will, um, I think, I think it’s a misunderstanding, I just lost my mind.”

"A misunderstanding? Oh, it was a misunderstanding, Mr. Big Ben."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Will, it was all a misunderstanding. You definitely didn't cheat, and neither did I. Right?"

Seeing Benjamin's smile that looked more like a grimace, Haven instantly lost interest, threw the dagger on the table, and plopped down in a chair.

"Alright then, since Mr. Ben says it's a misunderstanding, then it is a misunderstanding."

But according to our agreement, you must disappear from my sight immediately and never appear again.

Hearing that Haven had let him go, Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being stared at by a wild beast slowly disappeared. Ignoring how disheveled he looked, he wiped the sweat from his eyes and pushed through the crowd, fleeing the hotel as if his life depended on it.

"Wait a moment!"

Big Ben had only taken a few steps when he heard that demonic voice behind him. He froze on the spot as if he had been frozen in place, stiffly turning his head to look at Havent.

"What's wrong, Mr. Will?"

Seeing that Benjamin looked a little nervous, Haven politely waved to him to indicate that he was not backing out.

“You just pushed this child down, and he was doing what I asked him to do. He is a sensitive person, and I don’t want him to be upset, so you should apologize to him.”

Hearing Haven's words, Benjamin felt his blood rush to his head. The intense humiliation made him feel a tightness in his chest. Just as he was about to rush forward and beat up the person who had embarrassed him, the figure that seemed to whisper like a demon was instantly extinguished.

"What, Mr. Ben, aren't you quite willing?"

Feeling that wild beast's gaze return, Benjamin struggled a few times before finally crossing his own line. After all, he had already lost face, so losing a little more wouldn't matter.

"I'm sorry, please forgive my impulsiveness just now."

Seeing that Benjamin's attitude was at least somewhat sincere, Haven nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, you can leave now, Mr. Benjamin."

Having been granted permission to leave again, Benjamin quickly turned around and ran out of the hotel as if he were sprinting. The intense sense of humiliation made Benjamin not want to stay a moment longer.

'Damn it, damn it, that damned mage, that damned Northerner, how dare he humiliate my Bloodblade Dungeon like this.'

Damn it, I should have smashed his face in.

Damn it, don't give me a chance, or Uncle Benjamin will show you what real pain is.

However, Haven hadn't yet begun to digest the knowledge Mora had given him, so naturally he couldn't use his mind-reading ability to read what Benjamin was cursing at his departing figure.

Seeing that there was nothing more to do, Haven reached out and wiped the gold coins on the table. As the coins disappeared, he found the dice that Benjamin had used earlier. He hadn't expected that the other man would leave it behind. He picked up the dice and examined them closely. They didn't seem to have anything special about them; they seemed to be just ordinary dice.

'That shouldn't be the case.'

By this time, the crowd had dispersed and returned to their respective positions, discussing what had just happened. It was estimated that the news would soon spread throughout the entire town.

Somewhat unwilling to give up, Haven activated his Mage's Eye again to examine the dice. Sure enough, a layer of mist appeared on the surface of the dice. Just as Haven was about to examine it more closely, Lori's voice came from beside him.

"Thank you, Mr. Will."

Haven lowered his hand, turned to look at Lori standing to the side, who was staring at him with shining eyes.

"What's wrong, Lori?"

"Thank you for defending me just now."

Reflecting on what Little Lori had just said about making Benjamin apologize, she turned around and carefully examined the boy in front of her, her face flushed with excitement. Wow! This little loser is way too starved for love.

"Oh, you're talking about what happened earlier. It's nothing, don't worry about it. Next time someone punches you, you should kick them back and punch them back. If you look back at me like that again next time, I'll send you to an orphanage."

"Yes, if something like this happens again, I will never back down, even if I am beaten to death, and I will not dishonor Mr. Will."

"Well, that's not the case. Even if we can't beat them, we don't have to fight them head-on. We can choose to retreat strategically and settle accounts with them when we can win in the future."

"Ah."

"Let's go, let's put Serena up there, and then go take a bath."

Meanwhile, Benjamin and his group, who had escaped from the Antler Hotel, stopped in a small alley. Seeing their leader being kicked out so slovenly, they were also disheartened, like a pack of spoiled dogs who had been rummaging through garbage and had their spines broken.

"Damn it, damn it, that damn mage, I, Bloodblade, will teach him a lesson one day."

Damn it, damn it, what's so great about that? Playing the Northern finger-pricking trick, do you really think I wouldn't dare to play it!
You guys say, I, Blood Blade, will no longer let him, damn it.

Seeing their boss go berserk, the underlings, like defeated roosters, lost all their former arrogance and silently looked down at their shoes.

Sensing the oppressive atmosphere, Blood Blade Ben suddenly raised his head and looked at his underlings who were usually incredibly flattering to him. Seeing Benjamin looking at them, the underlings, each with their own ulterior motives, dared not meet his gaze.

"Damn it, speak up, speak up, speak up! Are you all fucking mute?"

With a few crisp slaps, Benjamin glared fiercely at the henchmen in the front row who were covering their faces. Under the pressure of Benjamin's powerful aura, the frightened henchmen kept backing away, revealing Gian standing at the back.

The moment Benjamin saw Gian, his anger flared up. He strode over, grabbed Gian by the collar, and slammed the scarred youth against the wall.

"Damn it, damn it, it's all your fault, you jinx! I sent you here to pick a fight with Khufu, and what the hell did you do to deserve this? You've gotten me into so much trouble! Damn it, damn it!"

While talking, he kept slapping Jian's face. Soon, Jian's already ugly face swelled up into a pig's head.

"Damn it, you're as stupid as a pig. You'd have to pay me back those 50 gold coins even if you sold your ass."

You're the same way. From now on, whatever I, Bloodblade, tell you to do, you have to do it...

Cough cough cough…”

Just moments before, Benjamin had been gesticulating wildly, but the next moment he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a knife tip dripping blood in front of him.

(End of this chapter)