Chapter 208 – Accusations (1/2)

Chapter 208 – Accusations

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“Unlike the Raizel clan, I can provide you with farms, work in our numerous shops and if you are a talented cultivator, you may join our army. I can promise you all these and much more! Ask yourself this, besides Calron, what has the Raizel clan ever done for you? Without Calron, do you even need to join them? The decision lies with you, my people!”

Resir was on a roll, as he fed off the audience’s energy and raised his voice louder and louder.

“Hey, is that young man really dead?”

“Why is the Raizel clan’s Tower Lord not responding? Then, it must be true that Calron is dead as the noble claims…”

“I think I might join the nobles. If Calron is dead, I see no reason to go there.”

“I don’t know what to do…”

The crowd broke into a clamor of murmurs and whispering, each ex-slave considering where their future path lay ahead. Some of them were skeptic about Calron’s death, some started to lean towards Resir’s faction, a few still wanted to join Raizel clan, and a vast majority of them remained confused about what decision to take.

“Quen, is Resir speaking the truth? Calron is really dead?”

The King pressed the Patriarch for answers while the other Tower Lords observed in silence. They could feel the storm coming soon after the current gentle breeze.

“Keep watching.”

The Patriarch finally broke his silence with a smile on his face.

“Annoying geezer.” One of the Tower Lords cursed out loud.

“For the ones who are unsure, I will t-“

During the moment Resir was beginning his speech to convince the undecided voters, a lone young man calmly pushed the crowd aside as he slowly made his way to the podium. The people near him grumbled when they saw him cut the group, but when they saw his face, the audience let out a series of astonished gasps.

“Isn’t that Calron!?”

A lady within the crowd yelled out, spurring the entire crowd into a frenzy.

“Just what is going on here?”

The King leaned forward in his seat, baffled by the sudden turn of events. It was all too suspicious to be merely coincidences.

“Calron!”

Bren, Sela, and Helly exclaimed with relief at seeing their friend again. For the past few days, they had been miserable and stricken with worry at not seeing Calron return. Furthermore, it did not help when the Raizel clan completely shut them out.

“Why did you think I was dead, Resir?”

Calron questioned the Tower Lord without honorifics, instantly quieting the crowd to listen to their words.

This little bastard is not dead!? Then he must’ve killed the assassin. Good, I can use that against him now.

“Calron! I’m glad you are not dead! I heard the rumors and feared it was true, but I’m relieved to see that they were false.”

Resir was momentarily taken aback with Calron’s appearance. He was now forced to act in front of the audience before things went too awry.

“Rumors? Stop this façade, Resir.”

Calron smirked, detecting the traces of nervousness in Resir’s facial expressions.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, sensing a violent air above the podium.

“What are you implying?”

Resir asked in a dangerous tone. Hearing the gossiping amongst the audience, Resir was beginning to lose control of the situation. He did not think Calron was stupid enough to accuse a Tower Lord in front of everyone, especially the King.

“You tried to kill me.”

The entire crowd burst into an explosive cacophony of yells the moment Calron accused Resir. The other Tower Lords and the King all stood up from their thrones, and one of the Tower Lords roared at Calron.

“You are taking this joke too far, kid.”