"You little Bastard! Give me back my ring!" The apple seller shouted at Vaterian.
"What ring? I don't remember I had any ring, just like you don't have any apples from Hiberia." Vaterian mocked the man, who had a face as red as apples.
The teenager didn't want to deescalate the situation. He opened his hand and showed the man he had nothing on it, but it was more like a provocation than subjection.
"That's not the reason you can leave without payment! Pay or you will leave this city with broken limbs."
"Seems like your anger had set your mind in flame, mind I put it off by dipping it into the sewer?" Vaterian spoke and laughed at the man, he kept provoking the man with harsh and insulting words.
"Let these barbaric southerners have a taste of our fist! These Hellandic barbarians always need some education when they came to this city, they never change!" The man shouted and order his follower to attack Vaterian. Despite also being Hellander, those mobs led by the man didn't care about the insults that came out from the man's mouth.
"Sorry, but today would be your first class to know diversity, not every Hellander was as coward as Talismanian." Vaterian clicked his fingers and stretched his body. He didn't seem to be scared by the people coming for him.
"I will stay away from this, you need to face your own consequences." Igor sat on a stall nearby after dropping some coins on the owner's hand, he ate the apples and talked to Vaterian. It was not the first time to see Vaterian provoking a fight, sometimes he just need something to unleash his wrath.
"Sound like good news for me," Vaterian spoke while dodging a club swinging at his head, he held the aggressor's arm and tripped the feet with his leg, downing one man.
However, the second person had arrived beside him and wielding his quarterstaff, Vaterian quickly turned around and closed the distance between them. Followed after the action of lowering his body, Vaterian blocked the man's advancement by hitting the leading hand from underneath. meanwhile, his arm went between the man's legs and lift him up.
"What?" Shouted the man with panic, not expecting this teenager had such physical strength. Vaterian didn't care about the helpless scream, he threw the man violently toward the third man behind him, who was just about to land his attack.
Followed by a huge impact, the man saw his comrade flying toward him, although trying to step out from its trail, he was unable to move out in time because of his commitment to the strike on Vaterian.
Vaterian grabbed the quarterstaff dropping from high and hit the person on the ground who dare to launch the first attack on him until he made sure the man was completely out of consciousness.
As more and more people approached them, the ground was filled with people laying on it and more and more civilians shouting and yelling for both sides, not because of justice but only for the entertainment.
Vaterian wielding the staff as he was born with it, while the staff flying in the air, the aggressor need to pay attention not being struck on their feet by Vaterian sudden change on movement.
As time passes, Vaterian didn't feel exhausted at all, he struck harder and faster with each hit landed. On the opposite, those mobs were started to flee from the area, with their morale was started to drain out.
"So, who will be the next? Don't let me wait for too long." Knocking down the person who just climbed up from the ground, Vaterian sneered and asked.
"Also, I might warn you. Please don't try to run away, I cant make sure the fuze won't be dropped down and triggered the powder in the barrel." Saw the Hiberia man about to run away from the scene, Igor pulled out his gun and pointed at the man. Nobody knew more about the rule in a slum than himself, a child born within it.
From his experience, no one will care about it even cannon was fired in here. It won't be a huge issue for him to pull out a gun.
"No wonder these guys will serve as a mob under this man, they were far from being a true Landsknecht. Otherwise, there will countless opportunities for them in this city. Those Lansknecht mercenaries never run out of jobs." Vaterian threw the quarterstaff aside and picked up an application form dropped from one of them.
"So, do you mind to had a short conversation with me, Sir? I would like to know more about this city, especially about the 'ring' you talked about." Vaterian whispered beside the ear of the man, who already knew this boy gave the ring to him purposely.
"Yes…Sir." The man replied.
"Sigh." Igor sighed, he already knew this will happened when he heard the man shouting for the ring. He already found out Vaterian was lying to him during the fight in Silvester, yet he chose to stay silent.
"Is it the right decision to ignore it?" Igor wondered about it, but no one could give him the answer.
Igor raised his head and saw Vaterian looking at him with a smile on his face, it's clear that Vaterian also knew his lie had collapsed.