CHAPTER 58: SAVE OR SLAVE (3)

"Your Max Charm Talent is active. The system probably detected that this is how you’ll survive this time."

What’s the point of surviving if my purity is violated by this disgusting old man?!

Gara wanted to scream at the system, but right now the most important thing was to find a way out of there.

Where are Mom and Langga? Hasn’t little squirrel shown them the way yet? Panic began to spread through his chest.

Every time the old man tried to touch him, he tried his best to dodge.

Meanwhile, he could hear the sound of slap being thrown at the other four. It seemed only he could dodge without angering the noble.

The handsome elf, still wearing a blank expression, was slapped over and over by the noble on Bhisma’s left.

"I told you to smile!" the noble shouted. But there was no reaction.

He stood up from his seat, glaring angrily at the elf who now sat limply on the carpet after collapsing from the slaps.

From his palm, wind began swirling, forming what looked like a stick, or more precisely, a drill. He pointed the spinning tip of wind at the elf.

Gara’s eyes widened in horror, unlike the elf who still showed no emotion.

"Watch out!" he screamed as the tip of the wind drill just five centimeters from the elf’s eye.

In that split second of distraction, Bhisma managed to pull Gara onto his lap.

His body jerked in the old man’s embrace, but all he could do was shut his eyes, unable to bear witnessing what was about to happen to those gray eyes.

Bang!

Suddenly, the wooden door burst open. The door, which might have already been fragile, was thrown off and slammed into a cabinet, causing the antique vase on top to fall and shatter with a loud crash!

All eyes turned to the doorway. The wind drill from one of the nobles disappeared, perhaps due to shock.

Gara’s face lit up. Standing in the doorway was a familiar figure, though she hadn’t expected him to be the one coming to his rescue: Madha.

Beside him was a middle-aged man with a strong build, wearing a uniform like those guarding the town gate, though his clothes looked more exquisite.

"Cease all movement! You are all under arrest for the abduction and illegal trafficking of humans as slaves," the black-haired middle-age man declared firmly as he stepped forward.

From behind him, Mayor Danan—short and stocky—squeezed in. Several guards entered as well, along with Wina and Grandpa Jaya.

The two elders widened their eyes, unable to believe the sight in front of them.

Madha rushed forward and pulled Gara away from the lap of the noble, taking him far from them. He was just about to punch the old men present, if not for the fact that he came with the officials.

Seeing these people crash his party and even dare to take away the item most favored by Lord Bhisma, Satyo roared in anger,

"What are lowborns like you doing here? How dare you disrupt Lord Bhisma’s party! Do you not know that Lord Bhisma is the cousin of the Count of Raksa County? With a single order, this town could be destroyed!"

He truly thought these low-tier nobles were incredibly stupid. Just a mere mayor—a baron—and the captain of town guard, who surely ranked even lower, had the audacity to interfere with a noble from the County.

Lord Bhisma was not only the cousin of the Count, but he was also about to build a crystal refining factory that promised huge profits. Soon, he would be one of the richest men in the county.

And Satyo would be his loyal follower.

When his eyes fell on his own father, he could only scoff. That old man clearly couldn’t tell right from wrong.

While Satyo was bathing in his imagination, Bhisma stood up and, without warning, slapped Satyo hard, sending him sprawling to the floor, which was at least carpeted. Thankfully the carpet was thick enough, or his head might have split from the force.

Bhisma’s vicious gaze toward Satyo shifted into a pleading one when he turned to face the middle-aged man, the captain of town guard of Falopo Town.

He approached the man, who actually younger than him, and said in a tone full of feigned misunderstanding,

"Sir Tristan, I had no knowledge of any slave abduction. I am not involved in any illegal slave trade. I came here merely to mingle with fellow nobles."

He then pointed at Satyo, "That lowly commoner is the one who orchestrated all of this without my knowledge."

"Explain that in the interrogation room," Tristan said coldly, then glanced at his subordinates. "Arrest them all!"

Satyo stared at everything happening, his face full of confusion. How could a noble from the county be afraid of a mere town bureau head?

Had he been tricked by Bhisma? Was Bhisma not actually the Count of Raksa’s cousin? But that couldn’t be. He was the one who approached Bhisma after hearing of his status from others.

So then... why?

His thoughts were cut short when a guard tied his hands.

Meanwhile, Bhisma dropped to his knees in front of Tristan. "No, Lord Tristan! I wasn’t involved. Please, Lord Tristan Cakra!"

Tristan reached into a pouch made of leather attached to the sash at his waist. He pulled out a clump of soil and threw it directly into Bhisma’s mouth. His aim was perfect, sealing Bhisma’s mouth. The dirt stuck to his lips as if glued, impossible to remove.

Then, as another guard bound Bhisma’s hands, he could do nothing but stare at Tristan in fear. But when he looked at Satyo, his eyes were filled with murderous intent as if he could kill with a glare.

The moment Satyo heard the name ’Cakra,’ he understood.

This captain of town guard was no ordinary man. He belonged to the noble house of Marquess Cakra.

Aside from their military power, which terrified other nobles, the Marquess Cakra family served as the primary vassal to Duke Eshaan.

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