"Where's Dudod? Haven't seen him in a while. Don't tell me his old man's keeping him on a tight leash and won't let him out? That can't be right. Last time there were three thousand complaints on the Empire Official Website, such a huge uproar that Master Mages came to investigate, yet he still never quieted down, did he?"
The grain shop owner, who had gone a long time without any excitement to watch, leaned against the doorframe with a wistful air.
The Dudod he spoke of was precisely one of the Three Pests of Kabayer—the Second Young Master Du.
You could say he was bad, but not rotten to the core. Though he flirted with respectable young women everywhere, he at least paved the way with gold and silver; it was consensual.
But if you said he was not bad, his behavior was truly atrocious. He drank and caused trouble, rode horses at full gallop through the streets, and whenever he saw a pretty girl, he dared use a one-handed sword to lift her chin. He was a thoroughly rotten scoundrel.
Who knew how many hot-blooded young men in Kabayer wanted nothing more than to kill him.
Two months ago, the Empire suddenly began promoting the Internet Divine Art. The Empire Official Website spread to the countryside overnight, and its complaint function allowed commoners to report directly to the highest authorities.
Countless people listed Dudod's innumerable crimes one by one.
The matter caused an enormous stir locally, even drawing an investigation by Master Mages.
And the result? Other than being symbolically locked up for a few days and paying some gold and silver, nothing happened.
Everyone saw through him by then. He was a shameless rogue who never committed major crimes but constantly caused minor trouble. With his powerful