Rotten Egg Rain

At 7:55 in the morning, beneath a cloudless sky, all the residents of Small Town had already been waiting for some time. A commoner attacking a noble had always been a capital offense, but now the Earl's eldest son had shown mercy and forgiven the entire town. Though some of the adventurers were angry, they could only follow the crowd in silence.

In the square, the mayor of Small Town stood at the highest point in splendid clothes, awaiting the arrival of the Earl's eldest son. The captain of the guards wore a solemn expression. He would patrol the entire square and keep a close watch on every resident, strictly forbidding them from leaving without permission.

The square was bustling as many residents discussed what had happened yesterday. The appearance of a Demon had stirred them up too much, and they had never expected the Earl's eldest son to bring one with him. Some of the residents who had thrown rotten eggs the day before were hiding quietly in the crowd, giggling under their breath. They had escaped before the guards could catch them.

Not only had they never been attacked by Demons, they had never even seen one. They had merely watched the others hurl insults and vegetables, and, caught up in the excitement, had thrown a few things themselves, deliberately picking rotten eggs to throw.

The thought that the person they had pelted yesterday was a noble, the Earl's eldest son, thrilled them. They had been frightened yesterday after learning whom they had hit, but now they only had to stand for a measly three minutes to escape the danger. Naturally, they were delighted to get off so cheaply.

"Granny, step forward. The Earl's eldest son specifically said that you didn't attack him yesterday. And you too, sir, from the fruit stall. You and your families can go home."

The captain of the guards looked at his list and sent home the commoners Li Yan had bought produce from the day before. This was Li Yan's mercy.

Granny and the fruit-stall vendor stood in the square, still somewhat bewildered. The captain of the guards ordered his men to send them home, and though they were puzzled, they could only do as instructed.

"The Earl's eldest son said that for the time being, you must stay at home and not leave without permission. Anyone who disobeys will be imprisoned for three years."

The guard spoke with a solemn expression.

Back at home, Granny and the fruit-stall vendor were at a loss. They wouldn't have minded standing for three minutes; doing it alongside everyone else would have helped them fit in.

As the time slowly approached eight, a black figure appeared in the sky, then appeared even higher up in the blink of an eye. Riding the Black Lightning Motorcycle, Li Yan grinned and whispered to Flamme, who sat behind him, "Godmother, it's time, and everyone's here. Time to treat the whole town to some eggs."

Flamme licked her lips and set her mana in motion. At the same time, Li Yan opened the alternate space he used for storage. Tens of thousands of rotten eggs appeared in the sky and hurtled toward the square with lightning speed.

"Something seems to be falling from the sky."

"They look like eggs."

"I wonder who's throwing eggs at the square."

The residents in the square discussed it among themselves, while the adventurers looked wary. The mages judged the situation by the mana fluctuations overhead. The attack above them was clearly no threat, yet the mana fluctuations were extraordinarily immense.

Rotten eggs smashed into people's heads, and a deluge of them continued to rain down. Some struck adventurers' arms, some hit mages' staffs, and some people happened to look up just in time to catch a rotten egg in the mouth.

"It stinks!"

"They're rotten eggs!"

"There are so many rotten eggs!"

"This is the noble's revenge! Damn it, let's run!"

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Some even tried to hide under the eaves, but the guards abruptly blocked them. Many commoners snapped out of their daze as the rotten egg attack continued.

High in the sky, Flamme unleashed her mana, firing countless rotten eggs at the ground like a Gatling gun. Even the mayor, who held an extremely high position in Small Town, and the captain of the guards were pelted with rotten eggs just like everyone else.

Bombarded by tens of thousands of rotten eggs, the entire square became a sea of them. An overwhelming stench filled the square, and whenever anyone tried to draw breath, they got a great lungful of rotten egg stink.

"Aaaah!"

"I'm going to die! That smell!"

"Damn nobles! Damn the Earl's eldest son! This is revenge, a blatant attack!"

The shouting commoners had already fallen into chaos. Every time they opened their mouths, they tasted the stench of rotten eggs. The more they shouted, the more of it they breathed in.

"Hold your ground! These are the orders of the Earl's eldest son! You must stand here for three minutes! Anyone who disobeys will be thrown in jail!"

The captain of the guards bellowed, ignoring the rotten eggs smashing against his head. This was his chance to keep his position, earn a promotion and a raise, and win the favor of the Earl's eldest son.

The guards, who had been instructed beforehand, covered their noses as they blocked the crowd from breaking through. Rotten eggs struck all around them like merciless bullets, and a smell beyond words blanketed the square.

A dense mass of rotten eggs fell relentlessly from the sky like a torrential downpour. Looking at the chaotic crowd below, Flamme grinned.

"A Yan, do you feel better now? We should move, or those people who've lost their minds will tear our home apart."

Flamme chuckled as she spoke. Li Yan rode the Black Lightning Motorcycle away in an instant. Rain and snow weren't the only things that could fall from the sky; sometimes, rotten eggs did too.

At their residence, Li Yan put all their luggage into a newly created alternate space. Four people climbed onto the Black Lightning Motorcycle, its wide body just big enough to hold them.

Little Fool was small and sat at the very front. Frieren sat behind Li Yan, with Flamme at the back as the last line of support.

After Flamme buried the wooden villa with a thick earth spell, the home where they had stayed for so long was gone for good. Perhaps they wouldn't return for years, or even decades.

In Small Town, countless commoners pelted with rotten eggs returned home with ashen faces. At that moment, all the town's residents were doing the same thing: bathing. From their hair to their bodies, they reeked of rotten eggs all over.

"Damn it! Who threw rotten eggs at the Earl's eldest son yesterday?!"

"If that bastard hadn't thrown rotten eggs, why would the Earl's eldest son have used them to get revenge on us?!"

"I saw Li Ermazi throw one yesterday."

"I saw Zhang Bighead throw one yesterday."

The uproar in Small Town continued. They couldn't afford to offend the Earl's eldest son, but surely they could deal with the people who had thrown rotten eggs yesterday?

The power of the masses was vast, and their eyes missed nothing. In only a few hours, every resident who had thrown rotten eggs at Li Yan had been found. Even the captain of the guards hadn't expected that, after enduring three minutes of rotten egg rain, the townspeople would track down every culprit who had attacked a noble with rotten eggs.