Translator: Cinder Translations
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The man known as Quintus was the type who looked like a brute; his appearance reminded Liszt of thugs or ruffians, and it was hard to associate him with the clergy.
Quintus showed no concealment of his hostility towards the "provocateur." His massive body nearly overshadowed Liszt. With the prodding of his companions, and under the flickering candlelight in the hall, Quintus advanced with a fearsome presence, step by step, towards Liszt.
The aggressor let out a menacing laugh, "Come on, little ant, let Lord Quintus teach you a lesson."
Liszt stood there, bewildered and helpless. Escape? With the distance so short, it seemed impossible.
Just as Quintus reached out to grab his clothing, a loud voice rang out from the entrance of the hall: "The guard is here. Everyone, stand down!"
The voice drew everyone's attention to the door.
Quintus, still holding onto Liszt, stopped and looked towards the intruder, still with a proud expression.
A team of well-equipped guards, wearing armor and carrying long swords, stormed into the hall, showing they were well-trained.
The hotel owner peeked out from behind the door frame, shrinking back in fear as he glanced at the situation in the hall. It seemed he was the one who had called the guards.
"I received a report that someone here is causing trouble?"
The speaker was one of the guards, whose armor was more ornate compared to the others, decorated with intricate patterns, indicating he was the leader.
"So it's the guard's brothers!"
One of Quintus's accomplices stepped forward, blocking the guard's path.
He put away his earlier look of interest and said with a forced smile, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
"A misunderstanding?" The leader of the guards questioned, removing his helmet to reveal a handsome young face.
His gaze lingered on the overturned tables and the shattered dishes scattered on the floor.
"This doesn't look like a misunderstanding to me!"
"I say!" Quintus, still holding Liszt's clothes, spoke up.
"Guards, you are fulfilling your duty, and we are fulfilling ours. It's best if we don't interfere with each other…"
The accomplice blocking the guards gave him meaningful glances, causing him to fall silent, though he still carried a defiant expression.
The leader of the guards said disapprovingly, "What duty are you fulfilling? It looks like you're just causing a ruckus!"
Liszt, like a helpless lamb in captivity, saw a glimmer of hope and urgently spoke in a fluent dialect: "Sir, you need to seek justice for us! These scoundrels are bullying people."
"Did you see that poor girl? She's had enough to drink. These bastards are forcing her to drink more, and if she refuses, they torment her."
"Is this what humans do under broad daylight? They should be thrown into prison."
A fist the size of a large pot hit his stomach with a thud, causing Liszt to gasp in pain and retch.
The accomplice blocking the guards leaned on the leader's shoulder, speaking in an overly familiar manner, "Sir Captain, we're all trying to make a living in Niceport. It's better if we show each other some courtesy."
The young guard captain grabbed the arm on his shoulder and pulled it away roughly, nearly causing the accomplice to fall.
Such a lack of courtesy? His brows furrowed.
"Captain, may I ask your name?" The accomplice asked with malicious intent, a snake-like expression on his face.
"Quill! Quill Foster!"
A gasp of surprise and exclamations filled the hall.
It turned out he was from the Foster family, and some recognized him and whispered, "It's the second young master of the Foster Marquis family."
Not to mention the overall prestige of the Foster family, the head of the family, Marquis Foster, was a prominent figure in the Council.
Damn, we've run into someone tough!
This was the immediate thought of everyone in the Church Purification Team, realizing they had encountered a true noble—an influential young master from the powerful Foster family.
Those who had been close to Quill earlier now showed awkward expressions. No wonder this young man seemed unfamiliar. In Niceport, they had encountered various figures from both the white and black worlds, but they were all from the same tier. Today, they had unexpectedly met a real power player. Could Niceport be this small?
"Haha…"
Quintus's accomplice tried hard to force a flattering smile, but beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Master Foster, we're at fault today. We had too much to drink. On behalf of my brothers, I apologize to you. We'll leave right away."
He waved his hand, signaling, "Brothers, let's go!"
The members of the Purification Team moved to avoid Quill Foster's icy gaze, preparing to leave. Quintus tossed Liszt aside, who stumbled and fell to the ground, gasping for breath, with his stomach still throbbing in pain.
Just as everyone thought the matter was settled, Quill Foster raised a hand and said, "Wait! Did I say you could leave?"
The Purification Team members halted, their faces instantly changing to ones of displeasure.
The same person who had tried to get close to Quill turned around and asked, "Does Master Foster have any further instructions?"
Quill Foster's face grew serious as he said, "As the captain of the guard, I must handle law enforcement matters with utmost seriousness. You…"
He pointed at Quintus and his group.
"And you…"
He pointed at Liszt and the drinking girl.
All of you, come with me. We need to sort out the entire matter.
The Purification Team members' faces turned grim.
Quintus pushed aside his accomplices, seemingly resigned, and said, "Master Foster, I know you look down on us small fry, but please consider—if you arrest us, how will Bishop Elvis react? Although we are of low status, we are still servants of the Light."
Quill Foster frowned, "So, do the servants of the Light not have to abide by the laws of this world?"
"Marquis Foster and Bishop Elvis have always been on good terms. I hope you won't let personal feelings ruin the relationship between the two families."
"I believe my father would support my actions."
Quintus's eyes shifted as he suddenly pointed an accusing finger at the cowering drinking girl in the corner.
"Master Foster, do you remember what I initially told you?"
"What?"
"We are fulfilling our duty!"
"Again with this?"
"It's true! That woman is suspected of practicing witchcraft. I was just testing her! If confirmed she's a witch, we would execute her!"
At Quintus's words, the hall fell into stunned silence.
"No!"
The drinking girl, terrified, stood up from the corner and hurriedly kneeled before Quill.
"I'm not a witch! I'm not a witch! Master Foster, save me, please save me!"
Seeing the girl's tear-streaked face, filled with despair, Quill Foster frowned.
(End of the Chapter)
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