Chapter 116: Unruly Peasants Are Everywhere

After a simple discussion between the two, George would stay in the valley and collect the most valuable parts of the monster corpses, including the green dragon and the giant.

And Wayne had to return to the human gathering place and bring a few horses or workers to transport these spoils as soon as possible.

The only trouble was that to reach this valley, one had to pass through the swamp, and the swamp was full of various drowners, swamp witches, crocodiles, and other various monsters. If there were too many people, it would be difficult to pass.

Fortunately, their location was about an hour's journey from the Elven ruins, and about two hours' journey from Downwalen village.

If they could find enough helpers among the villagers of Downwalen village, these locals should still be able to help them bring back these spoils.

Wayne only spent half an hour on an hour's journey for ordinary people. He passed through a forest and swamp, killed a few drowners on the way, and finally rushed back to the Elven underground ruins where the villagers of Downwalen village were.

After he entered the underground ruins, some villagers, including village head Jeff, first looked at him with surprise, and then this expression changed to uneasiness and embarrassment.

Wayne noticed this change and immediately sank his face, asking village head Jeff:

"What happened, Jeff?"

Jeff rubbed his palms somewhat embarrassedly, but facing Wayne's stern gaze and the sword hilt exposed behind him, he still bit the bullet and said:

"This lord, after you left, the villagers also heard those dragon roars and were terrified, thinking that the evil dragon had discovered this place."

"Some young people argued to leave here and flee to other places."

"I tried to stop them, but later their voices of opposition became louder and louder. Seeing that we couldn't stop them, we prepared to let them leave."

"Who knew that a young man named Leon among them suddenly started a riot, saying that the books found here were their property and they had a share, and then took a few young people to rob them together."

"Although I let people stop them, there were still a few young people who ran away with some books. We couldn't catch up with them."

After listening to the village head's words, Wayne suddenly felt like he had been bitten by a dog.

What was called leading people to stop them? If they really wanted to block a few young people, how could they let people run away? This was clearly lying.

Both fearing his revenge and wanting to take these manuscripts to sell for money.

Wayne looked back and sure enough, the pile of manuscripts he had placed in the corner of the ruins was missing almost a third. Fortunately, the most valuable ones were placed at the bottom, and those on top were generally reading materials recording history or secrets.

But even so, that was very precious information. If taken to exchange with sorcerers, it could definitely be exchanged for many good things.

These things were bought with his money, and it had already been agreed upon at the beginning, but in the blink of an eye, they were gone.

It was just that Borch came too suddenly and the time was very urgent. He didn't have time to deal with those Elven manuscripts, and as a result, after going back and forth for only a few hours, such a thing happened.

Velen area was indeed a place where unruly peasants walked everywhere. Perhaps it was because he felt too reasonable and too kind to these unruly peasants before that they thought he was easy to bully.

They were really bastards who remembered eating but not beating, and feared power but not virtue.

Thinking of this, Wayne reached out and grabbed village head Jeff in front of him, and punched him in the stomach with his iron-gloved fist, making him vomit.

Seeing this, the few villagers beside him didn't know whether to persuade them to fight or want to besiege him, and immediately rushed toward Wayne. However, what they were facing at this time was a Witcher with a physical quality four or five times theirs and exquisite martial arts.

In just a minute or two, Wayne rushed left and right, punched and kicked, occasionally using a shoulder throw, or directly using people as weapons, and beat these country bumpkins until they were looking for their teeth on the ground, wailing in pain.

He shook the blood off his iron gloves and noticed a young man with a ferocious face holding a sharp dagger and stabbing toward his kidney.

Seeing this, Wayne no longer showed mercy. Everyone only saw a flash of sword light, and they couldn't see when Wayne's sword was drawn at all. The young man's fingers together with the dagger had already fallen to the ground.

The young man held his broken hand and was about to let out a painful howl, but was slapped by Wayne mercilessly, leaking a few teeth. He could only spit out blood foam and lie on the ground, struggling and not daring to be presumptuous again.

Stimulated by the blood, looking at the gleaming sword in Wayne's hand, all the villagers present were silent, looking at this tall and heroic man in front of them, their eyes full of fear and panic.

To be honest, this was the first time Wayne had attacked so many civilians. While having a feeling of inexplicable refreshment in his heart, he also had a feeling that was not a taste.

He was not the kind of person who bullied the weak, but sometimes, people couldn't be too weak. Things that should be fought for, even if they bled and sacrificed, had to be done.

Looking at village head Jeff who was struggling to get up, Wayne held his throat with his sharp sword and said in a gloomy tone: "I am the heir of the Swinis family, the future Baron Swinis. Baron Viserad of Velen is my good friend."

"It was the Baron who specifically invited me to come and slay this dragon."

"But you lowly people actually dared to steal my property. Do you want to be all hung on the gallows?"

The Swinis family was a not-too-famous Baron family in Wyzima. With his current appearance and temperament, pretending to be a young and vigorous noble boy to deceive these ignorant country people, it was basically impossible to be exposed.

Sure enough, in this feudal era, the name of a noble was far more deterrent than any knight, robber, or Witcher, and even more terrifying than the sharp sword he held against Jeff's neck.

Hearing Wayne's noble status and his friendship with the Baron of Velen, Jeff couldn't help but soften his legs and knelt on the ground directly, while some other villagers who were watching also followed and knelt down.

Wayne remained unmoved and continued to threaten in a stern voice: "Lowly people, I will give you three days. Let those people return my things without missing a single one."

"Three days later, I will come to Downwalen village again. If there are still thieves who haven't returned my things, Baron Velen will issue a wanted order, and what awaits them will be the gallows."

After speaking, Wayne reached out and grabbed Jeff's collar, pulled him in front of him, and said in a tone of lingering anger:

"Now, listen, you ungrateful bastards, that green dragon has been beheaded by me. I saved your village and avenged you."

"You must now select ten strong porters to go with me to the location where I slaughtered the dragon and move my spoils back."

"As for the others, you can arrange for your villagers to return to the village. No monsters will come to attack you anymore."

"You ungrateful fools, don't anger me again, otherwise, I will let you taste the anger from the Swinis family."

No one dared to joke with their own lives. Soon, under Wayne's supervision, village head Jeff of Downwalen village arranged for other old, weak, women, and children to return to the village, while he took ten young and strong men, carrying the remaining manuscripts, and followed behind Wayne to the valley where George was.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 117 =====