Chapter 54: That's Enough

Arthur turned his head to look, and it was actually the tavern couple dragging their own daughter out, looking as if they were prepared to forcibly press her head down to make her apologize to that drunken noble.

"Look at you, this... this face, letting me touch it is, is your honor."

The drunken noble's tongue was too thick to speak clearly, yet his hand movements were nimble, reaching directly onto the young girl's shoulder.

He even slowly touched downward, until he reached her chest.

The drunken noble's companions also shouted and jeered loudly, completely disregarding the young girl's feelings.

Seeing this action, the tavern couple pretended not to see it, only pressing down on their daughter's head, making her apologize to the "angry" noble.

Some of the surrounding customers pretended not to see what was happening, only minding their own food. Others joined in the jeering, as if watching a performance.

Although the young girl's head was pressed down and her body was being violated, she still refused to submit, gritting her teeth and saying words that were unclear.

Although Arthur felt this scene did not align with his own values, they were not his subjects after all, and he had no obligation to intervene.

The one who should be managing this was King Robert, but clearly, the King was spending the night with female workers in the Red Keep or some brothel.

"This master, for the sake of her having already lowered her head to admit her mistake, please forgive us. We will add two more barrels of fine-steamed rice wine as an apology," the tavern owner said with an extremely humble attitude.

"No, no, no. She must accompany me for a night, a night." The drunken noble held up his index finger in front of the tavern owner's eyes.

The owner looked at his daughter, feeling the struggle coming from her neck, yet he dared not stand up for her.

A woman's chastity was not some precious thing; the old Hand, Duke Arryn, even married a deflowered Lysa. He comforted himself this way.

Although according to custom, that one Gold Dragon for opening up new land would definitely not be obtained, if he could avoid this disaster, it would not be a bad choice.

The tavern owner nodded, "Then one night it is."

He then relaxed his grip, allowing his daughter's head to be lifted.

"I don't agree, I didn't do anything wrong, why are Mom and Dad apologizing and making me..." The young girl's words were clearly laced with sobbing, and by the end, she burst into loud wails.

Seeing this, the drunken noble became even more excited, actually hugging the young girl on the spot, looking as if he could no longer hold back.

"Let me go, I..." The young girl bit the drunken noble's arm hard, then nimbly pulled away and fled.

She stumbled all the way over, actually falling down right next to Arthur's table; she tried to climb up several times but couldn't, and the sound of her crying grew even louder.

"Seven Gods, someone save me, save this poor person."

Hearing the young girl's sobbing cry, the drunken noble also swayed and followed over.

"I'll let you run; you are mine, can you... can you escape?"

He staggered to the young girl's side, gave an extremely lewd smile, and then unbuckled his pants.

Although his pants were still hanging, clearly, this could not stop his beastly actions.

The young girl was crying and sobbing; her own parents could not be relied upon, and the Golden Cloaks who were supposed to protect them were clearly siding with the noble. Her beautiful life had only just begun, only to be interrupted by this sudden conflict.

The drunken noble stretched out his claws toward the young girl, preparing to begin his "wonderful" enjoyment.

But a hand, as hard as the firmest iron, reached out at the right moment and firmly clamped onto his claw.

"That's enough, ah!" Arthur tilted his head at him and said coldly.

The drunken noble was muddled, but his beastly desires drove him to react.

He tried hard to pull his right hand out of Arthur's grip, but he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

So he ordered: "Beat... beat him for me."

His few attendants rushed over in response.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from? Do you know who we are, daring to provoke my master?"

"Let go of my master, or you'll definitely have no good fruit to eat."

"You, you're worthy of touching my young master's noble body? Hurry up and let him go, then kneel and apologize!"

Arthur shoved the half-eaten fat pigeon in his hand directly into the drunken noble's mouth, "Let me sober you up first."

Seeing this, the drunken noble's attendants charged with even greater momentum, coming directly to attack Arthur, thinking that this would make Arthur release their master.

The surrounding customers, who previously dared not speak, were quite active now.

Some scolded Arthur's actions, some advised Arthur to let go and not go up against a drunken noble, and others directly fanned the flames, shouting loudly for them to fight.

Desmond was older and more worldly-wise, whispering a piece of advice: "Better to let go; it's better to avoid trouble than to invite it."

Patrick was young and expressed support for Arthur's actions: "Right, just like that, let him go, use both hands to knock down his attendants."

Arthur was not one to be trifled with; one hand was enough.

The five attendants charging at the front received a kick of Justice from Arthur.

This hateful yet pitiful person flew backward at a speed even faster than he had come, like floating catkins, and slammed hard into the wall, paused for a moment, and then slowly collapsed to the ground.

His chest was still rising and falling; it looked like he was alive, but only just alive.

The second person didn't have time to react and also received a big slap from Arthur, flying a few steps off the ground before falling, half his face swelling up instantly, crying out repeatedly.

The third and fourth also received a kick and a slap, but because Arthur didn't fully charge his strength, they suffered much less.

The fifth attendant was much smarter; seeing this situation, he directly pretended to be a passerby and slipped away between other tables.

"Stop fighting, masters, I beg you, stop fighting. We'll just give you our daughter, please stop fighting," the tavern couple begged bitterly, but in their words, their daughter was an unimportant thing that could be discarded.

The tavern customers, just like before, had mixed reactions.

Some advocated giving him face and letting the drunken noble go; some cheered for Arthur's actions; others threatened Arthur, saying they would make him receive the punishment he deserved.

Arthur swept his cold gaze across them and shouted: "All of you, shut up."

The customers, wary of Arthur's strength, stopped speaking one after another, and the tavern suddenly became quiet.

Then, he looked at the drunken noble: "Are you sober? Do you know this is King's Landing and not your own little territory?"

The drunken noble's eyes were a bit clearer now, but after reacting, his attitude became even more ferocious.

"Where did this country noble come from, daring to block my good time? Let go quickly, or I'll break your dog claws."

"Her parents already agreed to let her accompany me for a night, what kind of good person are you pretending to be here?"

The young girl sobbed softly, and seeing Arthur stand up for her, she said intermittently: "Thank you, thank you... master."

Arthur ignored the barking of the drunken noble's dog and asked the poor little girl: "What is your stance?"

He was standing up for this little girl, so if she submitted, he would let go and stop caring.

"He was clearly the one who touched me first, so why should I have to apologize? I don't want to spend the night with him, not even a little bit!" The little girl's attitude was quite firm.

Arthur nodded, "Alright, I understand."

Then he turned to stare at the drunken noble, saying word by word: "I already said, that's enough, can't you understand?"

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