Chapter 27: What the fuck are you?
âSee? Heâs awake now!â Fei sneered at Bazzer who was literally about to explode. He then said to Brook, âLet him loose; have two soldiers protect him. I need Mage Gill to do what a mage is supposed to do on the battlefield!â
Bazzer gave a murderous glare at Fei, then quickly restrained himself.
At this moment, Fei felt a chill, as if there was a hideous monster hiding in the dark, ready to eat him alive......
He looked around but didnât find anything.
âWas it only my imagination?â Fei thought to himself.
Brook who was standing beside Fei didnât feel anything. He obeyed the kingâs command; he waved his hand and two soldiers carried the half-dead Gill inside the watchtower on the defensive wall. Although that was the place where the battle would be the most dangerous, a mageâs effectiveness would be maximized there as well.
The fatty Gill had learned his lesson; he was scared of Fei now. He didnât dare resist, and instead stared at his father Bazzer, hoping he could do something.
The Head Minister was about to say something, but another arrogant voice sounded â
âHey! How dare you two lay your filthy hands on Young Master Gill!â Following the voice, a tough figure rushed through the crowd.
The arrogant man kicked the two soldiers who were carrying Gill away aggressively, then quickly picked Gill up gently and sucked up to him as if he was their loyal dog.
He turned around and started yelling at the lightly wounded soldiers around him, âWhy are you guys standing there?! Are you guys blind? Go find a good stretcher and take Young Master Gill to rest......Shit, these injuries are so severe...... Who the fuck did it? Come out!â
After hearing his question, Fei decided to make fun of this man. He stepped up proclaimed, âI did it.â
The atmosphere on the defensive wall became silent all of a sudden. Deathly silence â no one spoke a word.
This man sensed that something was wrong. In his arms, Gill was trembling uncontrollably. It wasnât because Gill was excited to see him, but because Gill was scared to death. This fatty trembled as he turned his head to look at Fei; he was scared of the deadly slaps. He had experienced it twice, and he never wanted to experience it a third time.
Fei didnât even look at Gill; he was observing this arrogant man. He was 6 feet tall and had messy blonde hair, which gave him a vicious look. A long, scary looking scar went from his forehead to his chin and an eyepatch covered his right eye; he looked just like âCyclopsâ. He looked very manly in his shiny armour, but the expression on his face revealed his ugliness.
Brook whispered into Feiâs ear, âHe is the Military Judge, Conca.â
Fei nodded. At this moment-
âOh, itâs King Alexander. Ha, what should I say? Why are you here making a mess on the defensive wall? You should be staying at the palace. Let Gill go quickly, this is no joke!â
After seeing Fei step up, Conca wasnât nervous at all. He walked towards Fei and unwillingly bowed as he spoke. He didnât give a damn about the king.
This military judge had excused himself from the battle on day one and had hid ever since. He had no clue what happened yesterday, and didnât see the scene where Fei slapped Gill vigorously earlier. He thought Fei was still the retarded king who had the intelligence of a three year old.
âDumbass!â Bazzer swore in his mind, he knew things were about to get worse. He bent his back slightly and started coughing intentionally.
But, the military judge thought he meant something else. Like a dog who got the appraisal from its master, after hearing Bazzer cough, Conca became more arrogant. He blocked Fei and started ordering soldiers around, âYou bunch of dirty bugs! You should all die on the battlefield! Go now and find a stretcher! Remember, bring all the doctors in Chambord to Mr. Bazzerâs mansion and heal Young Master Gill!â
âAll the doctors are taking care of the wounded soldiers now. They donât have time......â Someone responded.
âThose dirty low lives, let them all die! They are no comparison to Young Master Gill. Quick, quick, quick! Do what I said!â Conca didnât care at all.
But......
No one listened to him this time.
âShit!â Bazzer thought again, but he didnât know how to wrap this situation up now.
After seeing that no one responded to his commands, Conca felt his prestige being challenged. He was mad, âYou lowly slave! Dumb dirty bugs! Why are you guys still standing here? Arenât you guys afraid of the military laws?â
âArenât you afraid of the military laws?â Someone asked him from behind.
âMe? Hahahahaha, military laws? I make the military laws! At Chambord, anything I say is a military law!â Conca who was enraged answered subconsciously.
However, he felt something was wrong right after he said it. He turned around and realized that the person who had asked the question was the âretardedâ King Alexander. He only worried for a little bit, then he felt relieved.
âWhat does a retard know? I can say whatever I want, just like always. Hahaha, what could he do?â Conca thought.
But-
âYou reckless idiot!â An impatient sneer came from Fei.
Not even in Concaâs wildest dreams would he imagine that the âretardedâ king would kick him on his back. An unstoppable force came from his behind and he flew forward uncontrollably.
âHo......How?!â
Conca smashed into the defensive wall. Blood spurted out his mouth like a fountain. He was shocked; how was a retarded king able to kick him, a peak one star, almost two star warrior away like a sandbag?
âDid I miss something?â
Conca looked at Head Minister Bazzer as he was spurting blood, but he was surprised to find that the former âactingâ ruler of Chambord was standing aside quietly, not daring to say anything.
Conca had a history of being a mercenary. He may have looked tough and reckless, but he was a smart and tricky character. He moved to Chambord Kingdom two years ago; because of his one star warrior strength, Bazzer appreciated him and tried relentlessly to get him the position of Military Judge to keep him as a henchman. Conca didnât observe anything carefully so he missed a lot of key hints earlier. After he got kicked, he had finally realized that something was wrong; that retarded King Alexander......had changed!
Conca started thinking fast. He knew that he was in a big trouble. It looked like the retarded King Alexander was back in power again.
After he thought about it, he instantly understood the situation. He didnât even have time to care about his injuries. He flipped around and kneeled in front of Fei and started his act. He slapped himself and begged for mercy, âPlease forgive me, Your Majesty! I......I was drunk......I donât know what I did.......Please forgive me!â
The image of a 6 feet tall man kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy grossed everyone out.
âPlease forgive me, Your Majesty! Iâm sorry, I was drunk, please forgive me!â Conca didnât mind the soldiersâ disdain. He kept slapping himself and begging for mercy.
âYou are sorry?â Fei sneered, âYou are right! You should be sorry! You deserve to die!â
Fei walked to the two soldiers who were kicked by Conca. He picked them up and brushed the dirt and dust off of them. He then brought the two clueless soldiers in front of Conca, who was still kneeling and begging.
âMilitary Judge Conca, open your eyes! Are they the dirty bugs you were talking about? Open your fucking eyes and take a good look! Which of them arenât wounded? Which of them didnât bleed in battle? When they were defending the kingdom for four days straight without sleep, where were you? The Military Judge was the one who was supposed be here in the frontline, but what were you doing?â
The thunder-like roars horrified Conca, who kneeled even more. However, the soldiers on the defensive wall were pumped by what Fei said.
Some soldiers were shivering due to excitement; tears filled their eyes. What the king said spoke to their hearts.
âDirty bugs? No! In my eyes, they are the cleanest people in Chambord. Blood stains and dirt? So what, that is a manâs true honour! Those things will never cover up my warriorsâ pure souls......But you... you are the complete opposite. Although youâre dressed in shiny and bright armour, they will never cover up your dirty, disgusting soul! If you call them dirty bugs, then what the fuck are you?!â