Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Everybody Gangsta Till Grandpa Swings

"EVERYBODY STAY CALM," a patron screamed at a volume that ensured nobody stayed calm.

A man Nicholas assumed was an undercover cop, pressed a glowing blade against his throat. Guinevere gasped in his arms. Nicholas squeezed her once, the full-body kind that said ’I’ve got this.’

"Put her down and both hands in the air where I can see them," the cop demanded.

Nicholas looked at the undercover cop unimpressed. The threat assessment was one-sided and the wrong side was holding the glowing weapon.

To his credit, the undercover cop did not flinch. He was outmatched by every metric that existed and he was still standing there. Stupid, but committed.

Nicholas shifted Guinevere to one arm, caught the cop’s wrist with his free hand, and redirected the blade away from his throat like it was a toy. The weapon went from Nicholas’s throat to somewhere else so smoothly the man didn’t fully register the demotion until it was over. He looked at his empty hand, then at Nicholas, then at his hand again, cycling through the five stages of disarmament.

Three men formed a barricade between the undercover cop and Nicholas.

Behind them, the bartender grabbed the brightest glowing bottle and cradled it against his chest. Everything else could go. Not this one.

A guy threw his wallet across the table."There! That’s everything!"

"Don’t give them SHIT, Paul. We fight," his friend said, snatching up that wallet.

Paul did not look like he wanted to fight.

"Do not make me repeat myself," another undercover cop ordered right as a woman swung her bag into his face.

"I SAW HIM KISS HER HAND. THAT MAN IS A GENTLEMAN AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED."

The undercover cop staggered before going down, taken out by a civilian with a handbag. That would be going in exactly zero reports.

An old man emerged from the kitchen with a cast iron pan and zero context. He assessed the room in half a second and swung accordingly.

"YOU WILL NOT ROB MY ESTABLISHMENT."

Darrow Veyron, Commander of the Kingsguard, entered the tavern at that moment. The entire bar went from chaos to church in under a second.

Every fist unclenched. Every voice died. The pan lowered by two inches.

"We don’t want any trouble. Whatever happened to the flowers, it was an accident," Guinevere tried, still being held on one of Nicholas’s arms.

Nicholas’s free hand covered her mouth.

Commander Veyron’s badge came out at the same time.

"THANK THE GODS. He has a badge," Paul’s friend announced. "Officer, these thugs drew weapons on innocent people."

He pointed at one of the undercover cops now on the ground.

"They also tried to rob my bar," the old man added. He lowered his pan to resting position but was prepared to swing again if justice required it.

Commander Veyron blinked a few times visibly thrown off. Shook his head. Then his eyes landed on Guinevere.

"By order of the Kingsguard—"

He got five words in. Five. The purse woman was faster than his jurisdiction.

"Officer, that robber was holding a blade at a gentleman who was just trying to pass through. In my bar. On my watch. I handled it but I’d like to press charges."

Veyron glanced down to see what she meant by ’handled it.’ The unconscious undercover cop on the floor answered his question. Purse woman was filing a complaint with the commander of the officer she had knocked unconscious. The audacity was operating at a level that circled from stupid to impressive.

"They came in disguised as CUSTOMERS," the bartender added, still holding his bottle. "They drank MY ale. Used MY chairs. Then they pulled weapons on a young couple. That’s fraud AND assault!"

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