What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

"Damn it! You bastard! I told you not to go near the festival! Did you ignore my warning?!"

"You filthy thing! If it weren't for Mr. Andrei's will, I would have chopped you up long ago!"

"You beast! You beast! How dare you show your face in front of me again!"

Boots rained down on Rudik's curled-up body. At this time, everyone was busy celebrating the festival, and no one would notice the goblin being beaten in this dark alley. And even if they did notice, no one would probably lend a helping hand.

Even though his body was covered in bruises from being kicked and beaten, Rudik didn't dare to fight back at all. No matter how much he was beaten, he just curled up with his head in his hands and didn't utter a sound.

But this reaction only enraged the young man who had been beating him. The man's hands trembled with anger: "Fine...fine, you're tough now, you think you can take it?"

With a clang, the young man picked up a pitchfork from the side, raising it to stab downwards, but the others around him immediately stopped him:

"Hey, that's enough Flin. Just teach this beast a lesson. If he really causes a death, we won't be able to explain it to Lady Neferi."

"Yes, and to kill someone during a celebration is disrespectful to Lady Miranda."

The blond-haired youth named Flint snorted and slowly lowered his hand, but he still spat at Rudik:

"Pah! You damned bastard, if you dare come near here again, I'll break your legs and make you a cripple for the rest of your life!"

"Tch, I'm off!" With that, he tossed aside his pitchfork and prepared to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he was startled to find a wheelchair-bound person staring at him from nowhere.

House, his face contorted with rage, blocked his path:

"What the hell did you just say was disabled?"

The man's expression froze, his face showing unconcealed embarrassment: "Uh...uh...that..."

But teenagers are all a bit dim-witted. Fulin originally wanted to back down or just pretend he didn't hear and slip away, but when he saw the expectant looks on the faces of the people around him, his pathetic pride surged up.

If I were to bow and scrape before a disabled person in front of so many brothers, wouldn't I lose face?

Besides, there's nothing to be afraid of since they're already half-crippled.

So he cleared his throat, then suddenly grabbed House by the collar and said fiercely:

"Damn it... I just look down on you, what's wrong with that? Besides, I've never seen you before... You're an outsider too, right? Came here to die with this damned monster?"

Faced with this long-awaited, dim-witted rascal, House couldn't help but smile like an auntie... Finally, the moment has arrived—the moment to beat up the idiot.

Seeing that the disabled man in front of him was being coerced and even laughed, Flin rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight. At this moment, House was fully prepared for the battle. The moment the other man raised his hand, he would punch the bastard's nose and smash it!

but......

"Fulin! And you lot! Put your hands down!!"

A loud roar echoed throughout the dark alley. The moment the sound reached their ears, the group of arrogant young men instantly stood up straight like wilted vegetables, not even daring to raise their heads.

The sound of heels striking the ground drew closer. It was Neferi, who held her head high with rage between her brows.

House thought to himself, "Damn it... if I had known you were coming, I would have fought back when he grabbed my collar."

"Master...Master..." Flint's voice trembled with fear, while Neferi simply walked past him and helped Rudik up from the corner.

"Mr. Rudik! Get up... Are you alright? These ill-mannered bastards!" Neferi, her hair standing on end, glared at Rudik's bruised and swollen face. "Flint! Muro! Sonny! Terman! You four bastards, didn't I just reprimand you in chapel last week for this?"

Fulin raised his head tremblingly, trying to project a show of masculinity: "I...I...I did it all! It's not their fault—"

--Snapped! !

With an extremely loud bang, half of Flint's face turned red at a visible speed, while Neferi's face was filled with disappointment and indignation:

"Trying to be a hero? Trying to be a hero in this kind of thing? Let me tell you, Flint! Your morals are utterly depraved! I don't even need to ask what Mr. Rudik did to you!"

The four children stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

"Alright... I knew it, it's the same old story! I already told you last time, who are you?"

Fulin stammered in response, "The older child..."

"You even know that everything you're doing is being watched by the children in the village? Is this how you set an example for them?!"

Neferi's words left House feeling somewhat bewildered. After all that talk, why not just give him a few punches instead of slapping him in the face and playing a stunt?

Damn, this is so boring. I want to see rivers of blood.

But following Neferi's concerned gaze, House saw that the boy Treto had come with her. He was standing on the outermost edge of the alley, in the closest place to the light, his eyes wide open and his fingers clenched so tightly they turned white.

That's a sign of extreme concern.

House thought to himself, "This kid has no common sense at all! Who is your mother in this village? And you're worried about her?"

Neferi seemed to have exhausted her scolding. She shook her head: "Sigh... Tomorrow morning, I want to see the four of you kneeling in the chapel all night, understand?"

The four children nodded hesitantly, and Neferi flicked her wrist, letting them go.

"Mr. Rudik... I'm so sorry this happened..." Neferi began to apologize on behalf of those guys. "I will definitely punish them properly."

Rudik's expression froze, as if he didn't know how to respond. He simply nodded superficially and then turned to leave.

"Haha... I'm fine. It was my fault for insisting on coming to the festival to join in the fun," Rudik said with a wry smile.

After saying this, Rudik turned and left without giving Neferi a chance to speak to him again, but he paused for a moment as he passed House.

"Mr. House... I'll be waiting for you at the bottom of the church stairs."

House didn't speak, he just nodded.

Watching the other person's figure gradually disappear into the distance, House turned his wheelchair, preparing to leave, but at that moment Neferi suddenly called out to him:

"Wait a minute, your name is House, right? Omia mentioned you to me yesterday." However, his tone wasn't very friendly; it seemed like this guy thought of him as Omia's slave.

House didn't bother to argue: "Yes, I am. So what?"

"Excuse me... are you and Mr. Rudik very close?"

"No, right? It's just an employment relationship? Probably."

"So, Mr. House, how long do you intend to live in Yelo Village? I don't mean anything by this, but if you wish to live in Yelo Village for more than a year, then you will need to sign a real estate agreement and obtain a citizen's land title..."

House immediately turned his wheelchair around to interrupt: "I'll be leaving in a month at most, no need to tell me anything."

"Oh...I see."

"May I leave now?"

"Ah! Of course, please enjoy the festival. I'm so sorry for the uncomfortable situation that just happened."

Squeak, squeak... squeak, squeak... The only response to Neferi was the strange sound of a wheelchair moving away. House turned left out of the alley and disappeared from Neferi's sight.

"--well..."

Seeing that the other person had also walked away, Neferi finally lowered her arms and sighed wearily.

The little boy asked his mother worriedly, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Honestly, none of them are giving me a moment's peace... So Tretto, did you see that?"

The boy looked puzzled: "What...what did you see?"

"And what will become of those goblins?" Neferi's tone suddenly turned icy, her eyes instantly changing color. She spoke to Treto in a tone that was both admonishment and warning:

"Associating with those kinds of people will only lead to the same end as them. I don't care who you befriend, but I'll say it again, Trettor, you'd rather hang out with Frey and the others than go see that demonic priest again!"

The boy exclaimed in surprise, "But...but Mom!"

"No buts! I've given you so many chances!" Neferi said, slamming her head down and walking away. The boy frantically followed behind, "You're not allowed to go near that guy again! Not allowed!"

The mother and son walked away, bickering all the way, and the alley fell silent again.

At this moment, House, who was not in a good mood, narrowed his eyes and looked at the jubilant crowd in the distance, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

He had just pretended to leave, intending to observe the boy a little longer, but he hadn't expected to overhear some of the boy's true feelings.

"So it was that kid from back then...no wonder he looked so familiar." House shrugged, forgetting what he had just heard, and turned the wheel toward the church.