Chapter 616: Commotion (1/2)
Within the royal family's palace grounds of the Desolate Crow Clan, The group of Rank 1 Transcendent Beastkin Warriors arrived in the courtyard before Jorn order, ”Wait here while I go report to Lord Bahlzacs.”
”Will you be fine facing Lord Bahlzacs alone, Brother Jorn? Are you sure you don't want us to accompany you?” One of the Beastkin warriors asked.
”No, only the strongest of us is needed to report to Lord Bahlzacs,” Jorn shook his head and said, ”If any you also follow me, Lord Bahlzacs might become suspicious.”
”This… Then be careful, Brother Jorn.”
”Relax. Nothing will go wrong if I behave normally.”
After Jorn spoke, he left the group and entered the palace, heading straight for the clan leader's bedchamber—which was now Lord Bahlzacs's den of lust.
At the same time, Jorn's expression turned solemn instantly the moment he stepped inside the palace, which was filled with a depressive air.
The servants quickly noticed Jorn's entry with a glance, but none offered to greet him as they all wore dull looks.
Some servants were seen moping the bloodstains on the ground while others carried out the bodies of female clansmen.
It was not long before Jorn arrived in front of the bedchamber with a grim look.
After inhaling a gasp of air, he issued a long sigh to relax his nerves and mentally prepare himself before knocking on the door.
Knock, knock!
”Come in.”
A casual yet raspy voice was heard on the other side of the door, permitting Jorn's entry before he pushed open the bedchamber doors.
An intense smell immediately assaulted his nostrils, causing his expression to wrinkle slightly in disgust before his gaze fell on Lord Bahlzacs's figure lying lazily in bed with four other naked female clansmen with dull looks.
His gaze lowered slightly onto the sight of several more naked clansmen lying on the floor without a single breath left in them while bruises and blood covered their bodies.
Jorn clenched his fist tightly.
”Report,” Lord Bahlzacs uttered.
A glint of interest flickered in the corner of his eyes as he silently observed the Mid-Rank 1 Transcendent in front of him, wondering how much longer the person could endure before snapping.
”The disturbance outside of the clan was caused by a group of strong beastmen that was passing by, Lord Bahlzacs.”
”And the rat tide?”
”The rat tide is no more. They were drawn away by the group of beastmen that accidentally attracted them. The clan is freed from the rat tide. But for how long, this subordinate cannot assume an answer.”
”I see…”
Lord Bahlzac studied Jorn's calm expression carefully for any hint of lies before rubbing his chin in deep thoughts.
”Will you be heading outside the clan for some fresh air, Lord Bahlzacs?” Jorn continued to inquire calmly, but he was not sure how long he will be able to keep up his false calmness.
Nevertheless, Lord Bahlzacs did not notice anything.
”No. Maybe later, but not now,” Lord Bahlzacs wrapped his arms around two naked clansmen, pulling them closer to himself with a grin before he continued, ”But you are right about fresh air.”
”The air in here has been rather stuffy lately. Go, take the chance to arrange people to dump the dead bodies outside and clean up the filth in the clan.”
”Yes, Lord Bahlzacs.”
”Wait.”
Lord Bahlzacs suddenly called out just as Jorn prepared to leave, causing him to turn around and ask, ”Is there anything else, Lord Bahlzacs?”
”Find another two beauties and deliver them to my bedchamber as well,” Lord Bahlzacs stated with a sly grin.
Jorn's body immediately trembled with anger, but he held everything in with his clenched fists and nodded in compliance.
”Understood.”
…
Meanwhile, news of the Holy Water continued to spread like wildfire throughout the Desolate Crow Clan, drawing all the clansmen over to validate its authenticity.
Of the three groups of clansmen heading towards the location of the water fountain, the clan's noble aristocrats were the last to arrive at the site.
Nevertheless, once they arrived, trouble was sparked once more.
”Make way! Get out of the way, you filthy peasants!”
”The aristocrats are coming through! Y'all better move it!”
A group of strong servants barged into the gathered crowd of sick clansmen, clearing a path by force for the arriving nobles.
No matter how aggrieved the regular clansmen felt, they had no choice but to step aside for the aristocrats in the clan.
They watched as the group of black-winged aristocrats passed through the crowd and reached the water fountain.
”Move it, peasant!”
The leading black-winged aristocrat, a middle-aged man with the strength of an Early-Rank 1 Transcendent, immediately lashed out with a kick at a clansman scooping up Holy Water for a sip.