Chapter 688 Draven Steps In
The man’s eyes darted around before he suddenly raised his voice again.
“That physician came from Silverloom Exchange! How do I know he isn’t working with you?” he shouted angrily. “People like him are terrified of the Duke of Duskmoor’s authority. He’d say anything to protect you! I don’t trust him!” He pointed toward Scarlet. “Forget the physician. Just pay me compensation, and I’ll find my own doctor.”
Scarlet remained perfectly calm.
“And how much compensation are you asking for?”
The man immediately raised one hand and spread all five fingers wide.
“Fifty dollars,” he declared confidently. “Not one coin less.”
The crowd erupted at once.
“Fifty? That’s insane.”
“It’s just a cut on his face!”
“A minute ago he claimed fireworks injured him, but now he won’t even let a doctor look at it. Obviously he’s lying.”
“Silverloom Exchange opens for one day and already runs into someone like this. What rotten luck.”
Roger frowned slightly from within the crowd.
“This man was definitely sent here to cause trouble,” he muttered quietly.
Maud nodded, though her attention remained fixed on Scarlet.
“That girl’s handled this entire situation beautifully,” she said thoughtfully. “Not once has she panicked.”
Meanwhile, the troublemaker had grown increasingly desperate.\
“You people don’t understand anything!” he shouted furiously. “The injury’s on my face! What if it scars? How am I supposed to show myself afterward? Fifty is already cheap!”.
At that exact moment, the sound of horses echoed through the street.
Everyone instinctively turned toward the noise.
A squad of King’s Guard cavalry emerged from around the corner, polished armor flashing beneath the afternoon sunlight. At the front rode a tall, broad-shouldered man in official black uniform with a swon! hanging at his waist and an expression cold enough to freeze the air around him
Draven.
The crowd immediately moved aside to clear a path.
Draven guided his horse slowly forward until he stopped outside Silverloom Exchange.
Only after confirming Scarlet was unharmed did his gaze finally settle on the man sprawled across the ground.
Looking down from horseback, Draven said coolly, “If your injury’s really that serious, fifty hardly sounds like enough.”
The man froze before looking up cautiously. Draven’s official uniform and imposing presence immediately crushed most of his confidence.
“W… who are you?” he asked weakly.
Draven ignored the question completely.
“If the injury scars badly enough that you can’t show your face in public anymore,” he continued calmly, “then I’d say one hundred would make more sense.”
The man’s eyes lit up instantly.
“Yes! One hundred works too!” he blurted eagerly. “This lord understands fairness!”
The moment those words left his mouth, the faint smile on Draven’s face vanished.
“Seize him.”
Several King’s Guard soldiers rushed forward immediately.
Before the man could react, his arms were twisted behind his back and he was forced down hard onto the
stone street.
“What are you doing?!” he screamed. “Why are you arresting me? I’m the injured one!”
Draven dismounted smoothly before crouching beside him. Using the handle of his riding crop, he ulted the man’s face upward and examined the wound carefully.
Then his expression turned cold.
“The injured party?” His voice sharpened. “That cut on your face was self-intlicted.”
The man’s face went pale instantly.
“I’ve spent years serving in the King’s Guard,” Draven continued evenly. “I’ve seen every kind of wound imaginable. Cuts from blades and burns from fireworks look completely different.”
His eyes darkened. “You refused treatment and immediately demanded silver instead. If this isn’t extortion, then what exactly would you call it?”
The man looked like all the blood had dramed from his body.
Draven straightened before briefly sweeping his gaze across the gathered crowd.
onapter 88 Draven Steps In
Roger and Maud instinctively thought he had finally noticed them and were just about to step
Instead, Draven looked straight past them entirely.
His voice rang clearly across the street.
forward.
“Silverloom Exchange was established under the direction of Her Grace, Lady of Grace and Virtue, with direct approval from His Majesty himself. This man deliberately caused a disturbance and attempted extortion. In doing so, he insulted Her Grace and defied the authority of the Crown.”
His expression remained icy.
“Thirty lashes. Five days in the city gaol.”
Then he raised one hand. “Take him away.”
The guards immediately dragged the man toward the street.
Only then did real fear finally hit him.
“My lord, please spare me!” he cried desperately. “I’ll never do it again! Someone told me to…”
Draven stopped walking and turned back slowly.
“Someone told you to what?” His gaze sharpened dangerously. “Are you saying someone ordered you to come here?”
The man opened his mouth.
But after only a second, something clearly frightened him badly enough that his entire body trembled.
He snapped his mouth shut immediately and lowered his head without daring to say another word.
Draven gave a dismissive wave.
The guards dragged the man away.
Cheers immediately erupted throughout the crowd.
After handling the matter at astonishing speed, Draven wasted no time heading straight toward Scarlet,
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