I flew on a sword at the magic academy

Chapter 36 Dogs Bite Dogs

Utol, a city-state seventy or eighty miles from the town, has a population of tens of thousands. When Shi Daohan arrived there, he used the gold and silver jewelry he had stolen from the Norman family to buy some new clothes and shoes for the old man and the little girl. He also bought a lot of candy and snacks for the little girl.

She didn't return to the town until noon the next day. Seeing that she was safe and sound, the old man finally felt relieved.

"What happened last night...was it you who did it?"

The old man pulled Shi Daohan aside and asked in a low voice, looking nervous.

Last night, the Norman family went almost mad, searching house to house in town, and the pub was no exception.

It wasn't until this morning that everyone learned that the Norman family's dozen or so cars and valuables had been robbed, and the old man immediately thought of Shi Daohan.

Shi Daohan nodded, indicating that this was only the beginning.

Alice was overjoyed, hugging her pretty little dress, her face beaming with a happy smile.

She opened the paper bags containing candy and snacks, first handing one to the old man and one to Shi Daohan, before happily eating one herself.

"Alice, aren't you going to change into new clothes?" Shi Daohan asked curiously.

"I'll wear it later. I can wear my current clothes for many more years," the little girl replied, carefully wrapping up the new clothes.

Although it was just a casual remark, it made Shi Daohan feel somewhat emotional.

"No need to wait until later. From now on, I promise you'll have new clothes to wear every day. Go change now." A gentle smile appeared on Shi Daohan's face.

After lunch, Shi Daohan returned to his room to continue studying the profound magic on the parchment scroll.

She didn't know how much time had passed when a commotion startled her from her meditative state.

"You old fool! Hurry up and prepare some food and wine! Don't be ungrateful, or I'll tear down this lousy shop of yours today!"

"Damn it, this fire was devastating! That damned little bastard, I hope I never catch him, or I'll make him pay!"

It was the middle-aged man with the scar on his face and his several men, all of whom were now wrapped in bandages, burned by the fire last night.

"Old man, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring out the best wine and meat, or do you want another beating?!"

Alice stepped forward: "We're no longer running this tavern. You should go drink somewhere else!"

"Fuck!"

The middle-aged man with a scar on his face slammed his hand heavily on the table, glaring angrily at the old man and threatening, "Don't be ungrateful! Believe me, I'll take care of your granddaughter right now!"

The scar on his face ran diagonally from the left corner of his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth. Combined with the burns he suffered last night, which left his skin rotting, he looked even more menacing.

The old man quickly shielded Alice behind him and said to the group, "We can't even afford to eat anymore, let alone brew wine. This tavern really can't stay open any longer. You should go somewhere else."

"Are you sure? We're not in a good mood today, so you'd better think carefully before you speak," one of the scarred man's henchmen said coldly.

The scarred man suddenly stood up, grabbed the old man by the neck, and said with a ferocious expression, "Old man, you've gotten tougher and tougher these days. If you really piss me off, I'll burn this lousy tavern down right now!"

"Let go of my grandpa..." Alice cried, her voice trembling. She looked no more than five or six years old and couldn't reach the scarred man's arm at all. She could only cling to one of his legs, pleading and sobbing, "Let go of my grandpa... please..."

The old man's neck was being tightly gripped by the scarred man, his wrinkled face turning red from the pressure, and he was about to suffocate.

"Get out of here, you brat!" The scarred man kicked Alice away with force.

Shi Daohan rushed out from the inner room and witnessed this scene.

She grabbed a chair from the side and slammed it down on the scarred man's leg, then quickly pulled Alice up from the ground.

"Big sister, please save my grandpa!" Alice cried out anxiously, her eyes red and swollen.

Shi Daohan, furious, pulled the old man back, took out a delicate little jade bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Alice, gently comforting her, "Feed this to your grandfather and he'll be fine."

After doing all this, she glared at the scarred man, her tone chillingly cold.

"How could you do this to a lonely, elderly person? Are you even human?"

The scarred man's face was extremely grim: "Easterners? Meddling in our business now? Do you even know who we are?"

"You are not worthy of being human, you are not even as good as animals," Shi Daohan said coldly.

"How dare you talk like that?!"

All the men the scarred man brought with him stood up. Thirteen burly men with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and bushy beards stared at Shi Daohan with unfriendly expressions.

One of them even swung his hand and slapped Shi Daohan across the face.

However, the next second, he let out a painful scream. Shi Daohan grabbed his wrist and pulled him back sharply, causing him to fall to the ground. Then, he stomped heavily on the other man's chest, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

The scarred man grabbed a chair from the side and swung it at Shi Daohan's head, but she easily dodged it.

"Snap"

Shi Daohan slapped him across the face, and with a loud "smack," the middle-aged man with the scar on his face was sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He lost seven or eight teeth, and his left cheek was deeply sunken in.

"Fuck! What are you all standing there for?! Get him together and kill this bitch!" the scarred man roared incoherently, his eyes practically spitting fire.

These people had no idea that Shi Daohan was different from ordinary people, and they all swarmed around him in a flash.

"Slap," "Slap," "Slap"...

A dozen slaps rang out in succession, and all thirteen tall, burly men were sent flying into the street.

Shi Daohan did not use any magic or supernatural powers; this was only because she controlled her strength. If she had attacked without holding back, she could have smashed these people's heads with a single slap.

"what……"

"You bitch, how dare you hit us?!"

"We're from the Norman family, you won't leave this town alive!"

Shi Daohan walked slowly out of the tavern, glanced at them coldly, said nothing, and kicked them against the wall one by one like a ball.

Screams like pigs being slaughtered rose and fell, and the scarred man and his men were left with crooked noses and eyes, and countless broken bones.

Inside the tavern, the old man's emotions were in turmoil; he finally released all the pent-up frustration he had been holding in for three years.

He covered Alice's eyes with his hands, preventing her from seeing all of this, fearing it would cast a shadow on her young mind.

Alice, unable to see what was happening, was extremely anxious and asked in a tearful voice, "Grandpa, what happened to my older sister? Are those people bullying her?"

"Good child, your older sister is alright. She knocked all those bad guys to the ground," the old man said gently, trying to comfort her.

"Please spare us! We'll never do it again!"

"Ah! Help! Someone's going to die..."

The middle-aged man with a scar on his face had almost all his teeth knocked out, and his entire face was twisted and collapsed beyond recognition. He screamed in agony.

Many people on the street witnessed this scene and were shocked, never expecting that anyone would dare to lay a hand on the Norman family.

"Good! Well done!"

"These people are usually arrogant and domineering, bullying men and women all the time. They deserve to be beaten up a long time ago!"

Some people cheered with joy, while others rushed forward and punched and kicked the scarred man, venting their pent-up frustration and anger over the years.

One person went up, two followed, and more and more people joined in. The scarred man and his men were beaten until they were barely breathing, like dead dogs, as the townspeople beat them from east street to west street. Their past actions had already aroused public anger. If it weren't for a few more composed old men who came out to persuade them, these men would have been beaten to death.

Finally, Shi Daohan dumped these people outside the town and buried them in a pit.

The tavern was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation at night, and Alice's smile was especially radiant.

The old man finally let out his pent-up anger, his gloom dissipated, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have smoothed out. He and Shi Daohan prepared a sumptuous dinner together.

They ate for a long time, their meal filled with laughter and chatter. This harmonious atmosphere gave Shi Daohan the illusion of being back home.

After dinner, Shi Daohan left the tavern and, under the cover of night, went to the vicinity of the Norman family's mansion.

This is a Nordic-style mansion, brightly lit at the moment, with many people lined up, seemingly on guard against something.

"What's going on? It can't be that they're trying to protect me, right?"

Shi Daohan was puzzled. She had always acted as an ordinary person and had never shown any magic or supernatural powers. These people shouldn't be so paranoid, right?

She began to divine with her fingers and discovered that there was a small town dozens of miles away, in which lived a family called Cyril, who also had alchemists and were mortal enemies of the Norman family.

The Norman family couldn't find any clues in the town, so they suspected that the other side had set fire to and looted the gold and silver treasures from their dozen or so carriages. Today, they sent an envoy to investigate, but the other side not only detained their envoy, but also beat the rest of them half to death and sent them back.

Shi Daohan chuckled and said, "It seems I don't even need to lift a finger. Let these two families who prey on the locals fight it out, like dogs biting dogs."

Soon after, she arrived at the manor of the Cyril family, a family that included not only alchemists but also magicians, though none of them were home at the moment.

Shi Daohan found the Norman family's envoy in the stable; he was bruised and battered, bound hand and foot.

"Alfred, right?"

The man in the stable was a middle-aged man with a mustache, who looked to be around forty or fifty years old. He was probably the messenger sent by the Norman family to gather information.

"It's me, it's me! Who are you? Did your family send you to rescue me?"

Shi Daohan blew a light breath, and the ropes binding Alfred immediately loosened.

"Your young master is back, and he says he's going to wipe out the Cyril family completely."

"What?! Young Master..." Alfred was extremely surprised.

"After learning that the Cyril family had plundered your property, your young master was furious. So he invited several classmates, saying that he wanted to completely destroy the family. I was one of them."

"So you're the young master's classmate!" Upon learning that the person in front of him was his young master's classmate, Alfred immediately knelt down and kowtowed like a kowtow worm.

"Get up first. I have something very important to tell you to do. Listen carefully."

"Sir, please speak."

"I have a few barrels of kerosene here. Go outside and set them on fire. Once the fire is burning, shout that your young master has returned and is going to wipe out the Cyril family."

"Oh... what if they catch me? They'll kill me..." Alfred didn't think about why Shi Daohan wanted him to do this; all he was thinking about was whether he could save his own life.

"What are you afraid of? With me here, who can hurt you? The Cyril family must have been at odds with your Norman family quite a bit, right? Your young master wants these people to be burned alive, to die in the fire with fear and resentment."

At this point, Shi Daohan patted him on the shoulder: "If Cyril is truly destroyed, then you will be the vanguard and achieve the greatest merit, and you will surely rise to a high position in the family. I'll just ask you one question: can you do it?"

"Yes!" Alfred answered quickly, afraid of missing this rare opportunity, because he was not the only one in the Norman family who wanted to climb into the upper echelons.

A glint of madness flashed in his eyes: "I'll set it on fire right now, and then we'll slaughter all these Cyril family members together with the master!"

"As expected of the person I chose, you do have some courage. Go, the credit for being the vanguard in destroying the Cyril family is already beckoning you." Shi Daohan nodded with satisfaction.

Upon receiving such praise, Alfred felt his blood boil and immediately grabbed several buckets of kerosene and strode out.

Shi Daohan turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Before long, flames soared into the sky over the Cyril family's estate, with four or five fires breaking out in various places.

At the same time, Alfred's hoarse voice rang out in the night.

"You lowly slaves of Sirman, your kennels are on fire! You wait, our young master will soon come and wipe out your entire families!"

The Cyril family was thrown into chaos. There were cries of women and children, as well as shouts of cursing from men. Soon, people rushed out carrying swords and guns.

At this moment, Alfred was extremely excited. With a big shot like the Alchemist backing him up, he was unrestrained. Holding a kerosene can in one hand and a lighter in the other, he shouted and yelled almost like a madman, and soon lit four or five more fires.

When the members of the Silman family saw all this, their eyes turned red, and they raised their guns and fired wildly at Alfred.

(End of this chapter)