chsdbacks Chapter 38: I Need More Money
Chapter 38: I Need More Money
"Kagayama!"
Looking at the unconscious Kagayama lying on the ground, Piado trembled. He wasn't so concerned about Kagayama's life or death; he saw his own future reflected in Kagayama.
"Stop! I surrender!"
As Moen clenched his fists and approached him with a "sneer," Piado immediately knelt down on the ground with a "thud."
Looking at Piado kneeling prostrate before him, Moen's eyes were filled with disgust. This kind of person deserved no respect from him.
It's okay for a person to be weak anywhere, but once their bones soften, they can hardly be considered a human being anymore. They can only be called worse than pigs and dogs. Once you kneel down in the face of life and death, it's hard to think about it again.
"boom!"
Moen raised his foot and kicked Piado away. He had no sympathy for these members of the Dark Guild. These guys probably had blood on their hands. They were young, but they might have already killed many people.
The world of magic is no child's play. When a group of people with superhuman strength commit evil deeds, their destructive power is terrifying, and ordinary people have no chance to fight back.
Only legitimate mage guilds can stand up to these evil dark guilds head-on; the two sides are true mortal enemies.
The powerful mages of legitimate guilds are welcomed and respected wherever they go because they bear the responsibility of fighting against the dark guilds and protecting the safety of civilians; they are the true guardians of the common people.
"Are you going to come out on your own, or should I drag you out?"
After kicking Piado and knocking him unconscious, Moen didn't stop. He spoke to the wall in front of him.
Moen was talking to himself in front of a wall. If others saw him, they would probably think he was crazy. But Moen knew that there was another guy hiding in the wall in front of him.
The world of Esland is incredibly diverse in its magic, a veritable feast for the eyes. It has all sorts of magic, from manipulating whips and shadows to something like the one that can pass through walls.
"Buzz!"
As Moen finished speaking, a surge of magical energy appeared on the wall.
"boom!"
Moen threw a punch, punching a hole in the wall. Then he changed his fist into a claw and grabbed the back of the neck of the person on the other side of the wall.
"Don't move, or I'll break your neck."
Moen spoke with a smile, which silenced the fat man whose neck he was gripping, leaving him stiff and unable to move.
"boom!"
With a burst of strength, Moen dragged the fat man from the hole to this side, and naturally, the breach in the wall grew larger and larger.
"Where did you guys come from? Although you're all unfamiliar names, you're far too weak."
After throwing the fat man to the ground, Moen made a sharp remark. The battle was over, but he hadn't had a good time at all, or rather, he hadn't even put in any effort before these guys were already down.
"With such meager strength, you dare to cause trouble for the mages of Fairy Tail? Don't you take me seriously at all?"
Moen used his "hair gel hands" to run his hair up and fix his hairstyle, then asked the only conscious fat man.
When facing enemies, the usually kind Moen is a completely different person. His eyes are narrowed, the corners of his mouth are turned up, his expression is sinister, and a strand of hair hangs down in front of his forehead and sways slightly.
"..."
The fat man didn't dare to make a sound. Looking at his companions lying on the ground, their lives hanging in the balance, he was completely terrified.
If I had to say, the fat man actually had a chance to escape in the chaos.
But he was so terrified that he didn't dare to move inside the wall.
He dared not launch a further sneak attack, but he couldn't bring himself to retreat and run away. In the end, he was directly dragged out by Moen.
"Who is the client?"
Moen lowered his head, leaned down to look at the terrified fat man, and slowly spoke.
"Yes...yes, yes, Mr. Harold!"
Without hesitation, the fat man immediately betrayed the person who commissioned the task, showing absolutely no professional ethics!
Their dark guilds are involved in murder and robbery, so they should theoretically be more concerned about protecting the privacy of their clients. A dark guild without credibility won't have a good time in the underground world, and people can simply choose another one.
Of course, generally no one trusts these dark guilds, and the quest givers who deal with them are usually "gloves".
"Mr. Harros, never heard of him."
Moen had no recollection of this unfamiliar name, so it was clearly not directed at him. This must be an enemy of his client, Mr. Denor. That was good, Mr. Denor should raise the price; the guy hadn't emphasized the potential risks.
In this situation, it is absolutely the client's responsibility.
The attribution of responsibility is quite easy to determine. If it's due to Moen's own problem, such as revealing his whiteness and attracting the covetousness of others, then there's nothing to say, and Moen is fully responsible.
As it stands now, Moen has done nothing wrong, yet he is still being targeted by the enemy, and someone has even hired people specifically to target him, clearly aiming to disrupt the client's mission. There's nothing more to say; the client is undoubtedly fully responsible.
Moen picked up the black rope and wrapped it around the four of them again and again, binding them together into a "big meatball".
Moen held a rope in his hand and pulled it along in front of him, while the "big meatball" rolled laboriously behind him. This strange scene naturally made him the center of attention and even attracted the attention of the city guards.
It's a theater festival, and the whole of Onibas is a melting pot of all sorts of people. All sorts of weirdos can barge in, so the guards really have a tough job.
Moen explained all the way, and thankfully managed to get the "big meatball" to Mr. Denor's door. Mr. Denor's butler came out to greet him, and was also startled by the "big meatball".
"Mr. Moen, I'll go and inform Mr. Denor."
The butler stammered and scrambled back to the main building, clearly terrified; he had never seen anything like it before.
The butler was conflicted. When did Mr. Denuo start engaging in "human trafficking"? Was it really okay to do it so openly? Would reporting him get a generous reward?
Unfortunately, the butler didn't dwell on it for long, because Mr. Denor, who had come to the courtyard with him, was also completely bewildered by the scene, clearly unaware of what had happened.
"Mr. Denuo, I'm sorry to inform you of some bad news. You'll probably have to pay more for this order. There are some things you didn't explain clearly. You didn't tell me that someone would be waiting for me at the station."
Seeing that Mr. Denor looked just as bewildered as the butler, Moen grinned and told him about that Mr. Harros.
Upon hearing the name "Mr. Harros," the bewildered Mr. Denor immediately transformed into someone who suddenly understood.