Li had no intention of talking things over with him properly, so he spoke first. "Old man, we are knights of the duchy and the future lords of this place. You may call me Sir August. Now go count the population of this town for me. Oh, and prepare some food for us! And have the prettiest girls here come out and wait on us while we eat..."
What Li said was exceedingly offensive, but the young nobles around him were accustomed to it. In their eyes, this town was practically dispensable. Even if the people here truly wanted to rebel, those dozens of mercenaries alone would be enough to flatten the place.
Sure enough, just as Li finished speaking, a tall, powerfully built man strode forward. His muscles bulged all over his body, making him look like a warrior who had trained for years. Yet Li could tell that he was all show; in truth, he possessed only the strength of an ordinary man.
Angel frowned as he watched the man step forward. He had initially thought that there might really be people here willing to resist, but when someone actually stood up, he still found it deeply unpleasant. After all, no one liked being defied.
Angel snorted coldly. "What, you're dissatisfied?"
Hearing Angel's voice, the tall man merely snorted back, showing no fear at all. He roared, "You pieces of trash! Look at yourselves, every one of you as weak as chicks! Oh, no, that's not right—there's even one fat pig among you!" As he spoke, he pointed forcefully at Li. Of course, Li currently wore August's appearance, but calling him a fat pig was still rather excessive. "Back when bandits were running rampant here, you never came to protect us! Now that the lords of the Blizzard