"Fine. Humphrey, you don't have any objections, do you?"
Ross stepped out of the carriage and planted his foot on Humphrey's broad back.
Humphrey was heavily built; standing on his back felt little different from standing on solid ground.
"I wouldn't dare."
Despair hung on Humphrey's face. Ross's words were not phrased like a negotiation at all—how could he dare utter even half a word of refusal?
He had long heard that Celestial Dragons acted with utter impunity. Today, he had finally seen it for himself.
"Since you don't dare, keep moving."
Ross lifted his foot and stomped lightly on Humphrey's back, signaling him to move forward.
He did not care whether Humphrey harbored any resentment.
To him, Humphrey was no different from ordinary commoners. The only difference was that commoners might become his assets in the future, while Humphrey could only stand in the way of him acquiring more assets.
If Humphrey truly had the people's support, Ross definitely would not have done this.
The way to verify it was simple. Humphrey had been crawling for so long, yet no one nearby had shown even a hint of pity for His Majesty the King.
With Observation Haki, Ross could hear every sound within two hundred meters.
There were quite a few onlookers, and their hushed conversations were all filled with schadenfreude. It was clear what kind of reputation His Majesty the King had.
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Humphrey did not dare disobey. He could only keep crawling forward, like a massive zombie crawling down the street.
Humphrey had always lived in luxury and had never done anything like this before. As he crawled, he did not know how to accommodate the person on his back, and his entire body twisted constantly.
Yet Ross stood atop his back as though he