As she parried the advances of the lecherous, bald-headed old man in front of her, she was also rapidly processing the fresh memories swimming around in her mind.
The more she understood, the tighter her delicate eyebrows furrowed. Eventually, amidst the incessant babbling of the lewd old man, she could no longer maintain her cool. Unable to contain herself any longer, she stood up, slapped the table in frustration and said loudly.
"Aren't you just being annoying! It's just a matter of owing you a few Gold Coins...hehe, I, your sister, will definitely repay this… no, I will repay double the amount!"
As she spoke, Violet lifted her two fingers, nearly poking them into the nostrils of the village chief. This caught the lustful old man off guard, causing him to instinctively lean back.
His sudden movement, which bypassed his thinking process and was purely defensive, made him forget something very important.
That important thing, along with his hovering body and the noises from underneath him, became incredibly conspicuous. The abnormal noises immediately made him shrink his pupils as he realized something bad was going to happen.
But, even if his brain was quick to respond, his body had already lost control. Everything was too late.
He didn't need to lean back - Violet would never stick her fingers into his nostrils. His reaction was entirely reflexive.
The sturdy chair under him was creaking under his weight and could barely hold it.
Suddenly, the imbalance of weight caused the full force of his hefty body to press onto the two back legs of the chair. There was a sound of crackling - the crisp sound of the legs breaking.
Then, his massive body, like a fat pig, fell flat on the floor, the dust on the beams of the house trembling and falling down due to the impact.
The guards by his side saw this and quickly rushed up, clumsily helping him up from the ground.
After he awkwardly scrambled to his feet and seeing his image ruined due to the unstable chair, the village chief, who was already out of breath with anger, lost control of his emotions upon seeing Violet's smiling face.
He wished he could immediately slap this damned woman in the face. But as he lifted his hand, the movement of his muscles reminded him of the pain in his back due to the fall. In the end, he couldn't help but reach out to clutch his lower back.
Violet watched his face contorted in pain, his teeth clenched tightly. Yet, his eyes were fixed on her face, his mustache quivering in anger. In Violets heart, some of the fear caused by her displacement diminished considerably.
She even felt strangely satisfied.
"What, staring at me? Not happy about it? Come on, hit me!" She slightly lifted the corners of her mouth, murmuring this internally.
Looking at Violet's mocking smile on her face, the furious village chief lost control of his emotions. He writhed in pain and under the effects of adrenaline, lifted his arm.
However, spinning beside his foot unbeknownst to him was a brown glass bottle that had fallen when he tripped.
In order to reach Violet, he instinctively took half a step forward and then unfortunately stepped on the round and slippery bottle.
His rotund body lost its balance once more, except this time, he fell harder than before. Violet watched as this man lunged towards her, instinctively dodged him, and then, in front of everyone's eyes, an inconceivable scene unfolded.
The sturdy table, made from hard oak wood, seemed to have developed arthritis today and was not as solid as it had always been.
The village chief, who had just fallen backward a moment ago, now fell on the table in a face-down position.
With a crash, he managed to break the table. Finally, as the dust settled, he laid in front of Violet in a prostrate position, the foot that had stepped on the bottle shaking slightly.
Apparently, he had twisted his foot.
"You... damn woman!" Unable to suppress his anger, he roared before he could even get up.
In his out-of-control roar, Violet didn't hear a single thing that could've made her feel afraid.
Instead, she felt a vague sense of pity for this unlucky guy.
"Well, dear chief, why not go home and rest for a few days before venturing out again? Otherwise, your foot may be disabled," she suggested.
She spoke with the utmost sincerity, for the way his foot was contorted was quite frightening at first glance.
It seemed like it was dislocated, and black and blue bruises had already started forming underneath his skin.
If he didn't leave for immediate treatment, he would definitely suffer some aftereffects. Any delays might mean he would end up a limping village chief.
Following Violet's lead, he too realized the severity of the situation.
This time, the soldiers rushed up again, gently helping him stand. The village chief, fearing another mishap, chose to cling tightly to the two soldiers helping him.
He held their necks with his arms, rendering the men unable to voice their frustration. Violet even saw their faces change color.
They were turning purple due to suffocation and lack of oxygen, but despite this, both of them dared not show their discontent, for fear of infuriating the village chief.
These two men knew all too well about the village chief's bad temper.
Even though they were being choked and unable to breathe, the fat village chief was also suffering from the frustration of not being able to point his anger at anyone.
He wished that a servant would run out right now and say something, anything.
This would give him an excuse to rebuke someone and vent his frustrations.
However, these servants who had been tormented by the village chief's erratic temper over the years knew better. They stood obediently and quietly, afraid to make any noise that might draw attention from the village chief.
Unable to vent his frustration, the village chief stayed in the small tavern where he had lost face that day, his mood becoming more irritable under the watchful and suppressed laughter of the crowd.
"Hmph, just you wait, a debt of ten thousand Gold Coins isn't so easy to gather. You better prepare yourself to keep my bed warm!" He chuckled maliciously, his mind filled with lustful thoughts. Then, just like that, he limped out of the tavern, each step like a walking on wooden stilts.
After he left, a young man pulled on Violet's sleeve, turned her around, and said with a serious expression.
"Hey, don't you understand the gravity of this situation? That's ten thousand Gold Coins!"