Dirty Tricks

"Screw you!"

This thing was too disgusting. Ergons couldn't hold back, pulling a siege crossbow from his inventory and firing it at the aquarium.

The Siren was still wailing and crying, clearly not expecting someone to be immune to its influence.

The shot went straight through the Siren's flat head, but it seemed it hadn't hit a vital spot, as it wasn't dead yet.

The Siren let out an incredibly piercing shriek, and all the sharpening warriors and villagers turned their gaze to Ergons.

Holy crap, that's powerful?

He put away one crossbow and prepared another, loading it and firing again at what he estimated to be the brainstem.

Pfft, the originally blue-green ripples suddenly surged out from the pierced brainstem.

The villagers and warriors charged at Ergons. Seeing this, Ergons didn't panic. He pulled out two large shields, set them up beside him, and sidestepped to create some distance.

The enraged, mind-controlled crowd knocked over the two shields. Ergons, leading them, ran out from the drying area in front of the barn.

This manor wasn't as large as a castle. Apart from the main house, there was an outer perimeter. Within this perimeter, the largest open space was this drying area. The rest were either warehouses or the residences of these dozens of families.

So, on the increasingly narrow paths, Ergons actually managed to keep the pursuers at bay.

He would occasionally throw out a bag of grain, a large smoked leg, or a basket of apples to create obstacles for those chasing him.

He led the people further and further away from the drying area.

He noticed that the farther they got from the green ripples, the less influence they seemed to be under.

They ran for nearly half a circle, all the way outside the castle. Adamson, who had been the closest, seemed to finally snap out of it.

However, it was unclear if it was due to his strong physique or his simple mind, as he was the only one who seemed to have recovered.

He was still asking the young master what was wrong.

"What the hell is wrong? What's wrong? Hurry up and keep running from this lunatic," Ergons grabbed Adamson and continued to run. "See that fat guy? The circus owner. Go get him aside and beat him up first."

The Siren's control was indiscriminate, so the circus owners and performers were all affected. They were all carrying small knives or spatulas and other strange objects, chasing him.

Adamson nodded upon hearing this and, as they passed a corner, stood by the wall and didn't continue following.

The crowd chasing them, like a dark, raven-like train, didn't notice him at all, their sole focus on pursuing Ergons.

When the circus owner walked past, Adamson pulled him around the corner, knocked the small knife from his hand, and delivered a powerful slap to his fat face.

Bang! The blow made him dizzy and disoriented, and he finally began to come to his senses.

"Oh no, oh no, this Siren has started its Mourning Song! What should we do?"

The circus troupe seemed to know about this move, but it appeared that some control measure they had in place was now gone.

Adamson ignored his cries of distress and grabbed him by the neck, asking, "Look at everyone in the village, old and young. Is there any way to make them stop?"

The circus troupe leader, seeing the out-of-control scene, became even more frightened and quickly pointed to his swollen cheeks.

"We have to treat them, otherwise the mental influence could cause permanent damage. And they might collapse from exhaustion or even die while running."

"Hmm!"

With a backhand, he slapped the circus owner unconscious again, then grabbed a farmer and slapped him, then the next one.

From this point on, the procession broke apart. Since there was a physical method of treatment, Adamson's straightforward personality executed it thoroughly.

"This was an accident!"

Half an hour later, the circus owner looked at the Siren with two crossbow bolts stuck in its head, tears welling up. He felt incredibly sad and heartbroken.

"I bought this Siren half a year ago. There's no conspiracy. We travel all over the Niubei Province, everyone knows us. We wouldn't be plotting anything."

"Stay down. Who told you to stand up?"

As the circus owner was speaking, he tried to stand up to beg Ergons. But as he was trying to get up with a fawning smile, Little Flax from the Gatehouse Trio kicked him back down to the ground.

Did the Knight's pointed steel boots hurt when they kicked?

But the circus owner only dared to rub his backside and continue to smile apologetically while sitting on the ground.

The current scene was truly absurd. The entire village, men, women, and children, were gathered on the drying field, surrounding the entire circus troupe, people and animals alike.

And very uniformly, except for Ergons and Adamson, everyone had one side of their face swollen.

And the circus owner, no, he had both sides of his face swollen from being slapped.

"My army is about to march. I don't have time to figure out if you're innocent or not. So, let's settle this quickly. It's your bad luck, don't blame others."

The young master, after waiting for a long time, didn't get the answer he expected, so he delivered his verdict on the matter.

"No, no, no! Ugh~"

The circus owner wanted to explain, but Ergons's hunting crossbow was faster. The moment he waved his hand and opened his mouth, a steel crossbow bolt pierced through his mouth and out the back of his neck.

This group of surrounded demi-humans and animals were then slaughtered by the surrounding villagers. The scene was truly bloody.

But every person involved felt no discomfort, only satisfaction.

What was supposed to be a good circus turned into such an embarrassing incident.

When the final scream came from the goblin and then abruptly stopped, everything was finally over.

"Set them on fire and burn them all! The troops will depart at dawn!"

After arranging all this, new recruits from the legion naturally came to collect the bodies and prepare to set them ablaze. But one of the soldiers pulling the circus master's corpse suddenly shouted.

"Young master, this man has two faces."

Ergons' attention was drawn, and he walked over to investigate. The soldier then presented the face mask that had been peeled off the corpse's face.

Looking at the face mask in his hand, it was still vaguely recognizable as the circus master. But looking at the circus master's face...

It had completely transformed into an unfamiliar visage.

This was rather… interesting.

He reached out and beckoned the little page, asking him to identify it. After confirming that he had never seen it before, everything basically became clear.

As expected, this was a premeditated assassination. Regardless of the ultimate motive, whether it was revenge or an attempt to steal secrets from him, this tactic was truly dirty. Because this man died with two faces, he felt somewhat offended.

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