Vengeance of the Returner

Chapter 137: Confrontation with the greed (2)

One day ago outside the walls of Lerinare,

The mixed group of both Crimson moon and turtles of Jack Frose's members were approaching the city. They were also made to cross the Sewarei mountain range. They had to travel the whole twenty-four hours without zero rest. This naturally meant why they were able to reach sooner than the second group. If they did choose to take rest and travel at the regular speed, they'd have taken three days as the minimum and maximum of five days.

A mutino sure needs a proper driver in order to reach locations at crucial timings. For the record, any average driver would take five days to reach Lerinare from Theemai. Considering both the experienced commanders who've survived all these years in Chaos mainland this was just an easy task. It was the same for Cinzia and Rafila.

They were told to cause a commotion by taunting the SkyOgres. They also captured a few of them. This had surely stirred up their emotions. And this also explains why they were pissed about the second group.

"Tch, That damn guy! He was just a meager guy when he came to Dracton and now he is ordering us around!"

Jack frowned and spat on the floor gazing straight towards Gregory's back.

He was directing the Mutino by pulling its leash sitting atop.

By his side, in the ground were three sky ogres and his own clan members chained up and made to walk barefoot slowly approaching forward under the fiercely burning sun, drenched in sweat.

Straight ahead the narrow road was the towering metal gate of Lerinare. Strangely, both the commanders were not in their armors but rather they were wearing a suit portraying themselves as merchants.

Both the men were wearing identical navy blue suits. Gregory was wearing half-framed spectacles and the other was wearing a monocle. Each was wearing a black leather hat and possessed a black walking stick. Their cover seemed a bit odd as anyone who had known them previously would notice them at first glance. But, that was certainly enough to enter the city.

Now, the people in their Mutinos seemed poor like slaves. Well, that was how they intended to portray them. Since their plan was to enter the city as slave merchants.

"Well, are you jealous of him?"

Gregory asked with a smile.

"Tch, Nah I am not..."

"Is that so?"

Gregory said and turned his attention back to the gate. 

They mutinos slowly paced towards the metal guard and stopped before the city guard's office that's built by the side of the gate.

"Gentlemen, may I know what your purpose of visit is?"

A burly gatekeeper asked while a few of the other guards jumped into the two mutinos to check the goods as they were talking.

"Nothing to worry about here."

One of the guards signaled from the Mutino with a smile.

"Slave trading."

Gregory said and placed a big bag full of gold.

"We want to skip the process."

Jack said and placed another pouch of gold on the table. 

Each could probably contain twenty-five gold coins.

Surely this wouldn't work out in any other city but, Lerinare is messed up. Their city's commander is a Tyrant who would choose money and power over lives. The city doesn't possess many loyal employees. But that doesn't mean it is full of disloyal people but, the Outlaws that were simply hired for Gatekeeping and work as patrol officers are not sincere. What can someone expect from an outlaw though?

The burly man smirked and twisted his mustache after counting the coins.

"Hmm, you Entizens sure know how to treat outsiders."

"Thank you, good sir!"

Both the gentlemen raised their hats with a smile and walked towards their Mutinos as the burly man flipped the switch.

Slowly the sturdy metal gate's midsection opened by half. Since the gate was rather huge it was built in a manner to open up according to their sizes by small divided gates. Both Gregory and Jack threw glances at each other as they slowly entered the city.

"What shall we do now?"

Jack asked, turning by his side.

They gained several gazes from the people that were walking by the platforms. Without giving a damn both of them men passed through the path. It was because a Mutino is a symbol of wealth. A common person or a person lacking financially cannot possess a Mutino. Nevertheless, they are abundant to find but, one should be a level four to be able to tame them or a highly skilled level three. The other reason for gaining those gaze was because of the slaves.

"Unchain these people."

Gregory replied after stopping by a vacant street.

Firstly they unchained their members and then the sky ogres.

"Humans! You dare chain us!"

The Sky ogres growled.

"These fucking sky ogres."

Jack uttered and speedily mounted on the mutino and lashed it to make it run fast. Followed by him Gregory lashed the Mutino.

Both the Mutinos squealed and began running through the narrow road.

The people in the roadway paved their path, few of them shot arrows and spells in anger. Well one of them even shoved a rod into it's foot  that caused Mutino's leg to catch fire.

"Fuck!"

Gregory scowled and aimed his stave towards the one who messed it up and headshot him with a fire ball and jumped from his mutino. Few of his members did the same. Some caught up at the moment and collided with a big slave slaughterhouse.

Following him, Jack jumped down as his Mutino was about to collide with the same building.

"Ahh!"

He grunted rolling on the road as he fell.

"Come on man! Stand up!"

Gregory said in a hurry and pulled his hand as a few Krigons of Patrol soldiers came by.

All the members mixed inside the city. They were assigned a mission and that is to commit crimes and reach the eastern border of the city the next day.

"Hah, man..."

Jack sighed and unbuttoned his suit and threw his coat and rolled up his white shirt's sleeves.

"How are we supposed to defend ourselves. We don't have weapons."

He uttered and looked at a weaponry shop's glass window, where a sword and a stave were placed in the display.

"What do you say? Are we going in?"

Gregory asked.

"Well, let's do it at dawn."

By several buildings from the weaponry was a bar.

They both walked for a while and arrived before the bar. It seemed pretty old and vintage. Both the men decided to just visit the bar for a while to rest up. They didn't have money to pay for an inn. Anyway, the bar seemed like a run-down one but it was bustling with the crowd. Both the men grazed past a few people inside the bar and sat in a corner of the bar. 

"Man..."

Jack eyed Gregory noticing the people inside the bar.

Each of them in the bar possessed a weapon regardless of their identity, meaning both entizens and outlaws had weapons with them.

"May I know what you want to drink sir?"

The waitress asked, walking towards them with a note.

"Can we order after a while? For now, can we get some water?"

Gregory asked politely to the waitress.

"As you wish, sir."

She nodded and brought two glasses and poured water in them.

"Feel free to call sir."

The woman said and left the men.

Swiftly Gregory placed his hand on the table and slowly a blue invisible layer formed around them that was only visible to both their eyes.

"Will he really win over this?" Jack asked.

Gregory sighed and began talking.

"Hah, Now~ Now? How many times will you ask this?"

Jack just shrugged, and drank the glass of water and placed it on the table.

"Answer man? Why are you so wary of him?" He asked again.

"He seems mysterious... I mean, How can he reach this peak fastly? How is he so confident with this mission? It's like he is hiding something "

"Well, we all have secrets, don't we? Is that the reason?"

Gregory asked, scratching his chin wearing a doubtful expression.

"I'll be honest... He doesn't seem heroic to me like you people see him. From what I can see he is ominous with secrets hidden and a self-righteous guy."

"Why do you think he is 'self-righteous' though? He protected the city. I would call that righteous and not self-righteous. He did have some idea in mind though but, overall he seems like a good guy."

"I said he was similar to Damian, right? If you think about it Damian never killed someone. But, on the contrary, he is different. The only similarity I noticed is the capability to attract people..."

He abruptly stopped.

For some reason, the people in the bar locked their gazes on them. That was when they noticed a man in silver armor approaching them with a smirk.

Both the men's nerves bulged out. Both of them clenched their fists in anger gazing straight at the man.

"Didn't expect Ex-Deputy commanders of the silver spear clan here."