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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Shrine
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To survive on the battlefields of the Middle Ages inevitably meant solving the problem of poor supplies.
Thus, a bountiful meal was something you could only see in your dreams.
Shriveled vegetables.
Bread so hard that you had to wet it with saliva to eat it without breaking your teeth.
Jerky that smelled of ammonia, requiring molars to be fitted to barely chew it.
He survived by forcing himself to eat things he wouldn’t even look at in order to stay alive on the battlefield.
Therefore, he absolutely could not tolerate the delicacies before his eyes being turned into inedible food.
He went up to the second floor to find the bastard who was worse than a dog for dropping a person.
“Sir, you… should just look away!”
As William came up emitting killing intent, the servers of the inn tried to stop him, but with one glare from William, they had no choice but to retreat like dogs with their tails between their legs.
If they dared to block his way, it seemed that spoon would be stabbed into their head.
‘Is it that bastard?’
His gaze landed on the corner of the second floor of the inn. Judging by the thin cloth covering it, it was a place with VIP rooms. At the moment, noisy sounds were constantly echoing from those VIP rooms.
William started walking with his gaze fixed on that spot.
Thud, thud, thud…
Unlike the noisy VIP area, the suroundings became as quiet as a dead mouse.
It was because of the thick killing intent William was emitting. Some people were even panting to the point of showing symptoms of hyperventilation.
The guests who noticed him heading towards the noisy VIP area parted like the miracle of Moses and glanced at each other. Among them, some looked at him with curious eyes.
‘A Westerner…?’
‘His presence is terrifying.’
But William, whose anger had reached the limit, didn’t notice such gazes and strode forward, sweeping past the entryway.
He glared at the bastards who were still fighting without a clue, gripping the spoon tightly. Six young men who had just passed adulthood entered his sight.
They were entangled with each other, engaging in a fistfight.
William rolled his eyes to assess the situation.
‘2 against 4, huh?’
“Who are you?”
The six looked up at him with excited faces. Their half-dazed eyes were unmistakably the proof of them being drunk, so William clicked his tongue.
‘Did they cause a disturbance after getting drunk?’
“You big ape, I asked you-”
His words were cut off. Because William grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
“Are you the one who sent a person flying?”
“Hey, hey! Let go, you bastard! Do you know who I am? Do you want me to send you flying like that guy?”
William’s gaze shifted to the hand raised by the rascal whose collar was grabbed. Although subtle, he could feel internal energy, so William thought that he had learned quite a bit despite being such a rascal.
“I don’t care who you are. From now on, you’ll be the one receiving table manners education from me.”
“What?”
William’s arm blurred, swinging from top to bottom. Naturally, the face of the young master whose collar was grabbed by his hand was slammed into the table.
“Yangjian!”
“You bastard! Do you want to die? Do you know who we are-”
“You talk too much.”
William stretched out his left hand towards the bastard who was babbling. A simple gesture without any mysterious movements. The young mater’s friend immediately drew internal energy from his dantian.
‘This Westerner bastard, not knowing his place…’
If he had been in his right mind, he would have noticed when his friend got his face slammed into the table without being able to use his hands, but his thought process wasn’t even functioning properly as he had already become drunk.
Eventually, the Golden Snake Hand technique was unleashed from his friend’s hand.
Silver Snake Form.
It was a technique he considered his specialty. His hand drew a curve and rotated, rushing towards William’s wrist.
‘Showing off fancy moves, huh.’
Fancy moves are meaningless in the face of great strength.
William wrapped aura around his hand and swatted away the approaching hand with the back of his hand.
Naturally, the hand enveloped in aura could not be withstood by the skills of a mere amateur.
“Aaargh! My hand!”
He screamed in pain, clutching his hand. His hand was so swollen as if hit with a club that it was obvious at a glance that it was broken.
“Every single one of you lacks manners.”
“I, I do not! S-Sir!”
“I, i don’t either!”
The relatively sober young masters who were watching the sudden situation stood up and shouted. They looked like well-disciplined new recruits.
William withdrew his gaze from them as if uninterested and grabbed the neck of the young man whose face he had first slammed into the table, lifting him up.
The one named Yangjian had blood flowing from both nostrils and his eyes rolled back.
“I’ll have to fix the bad habits of such ill-mannered bastards.”
“Th-That’s right! Sir!”
The fat young master who was Yangjian’s friend rubbed his eyes as if they would pop out and displayed his flattery skills he had naturally developed over many years while hanging out with Shi Yangjian, the leader of the bunsh.
Fortunately, his experience and wisdom had naturally grown while hanging out with Shi Yangjian and saved him from the deadly crisis.
“We, we’ll just-”
“Sit down.”
“Yes!”
They who had been fighting each other earlier sat down with gentle smiles as if nothing had happened. As they sat down, William ordered the fat young master who had spoken first.
“You. Explain what happened here.”
William said that and naturally took a seat, flipping Yangjian over and placing his head on the table. At that action, everyone felt puzzled for a moment, but William took out a spoon from his chest and placed it on Yangjian’s forehead.
‘What is he trying to do with that…?’
Smack!
“Aaargh!”
Yangjian’s scream echoed through the second floor of the inn. The scream was loud enough to be heard even on the first floor, so the Haenam Sword Sect group hurriedly went up to the second floor to find William.
Regardless of that, William started repeatedly hitting Yangjian’s forehead with the spoon.
“Aaargh! My forehead! Stop! Stop it! I’m Shi Yangjian of the Shi Clan… Aaargh!”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
William held down Yangjian’s chest with his left hand so he couldn’t move and tapped his forehead with the spoon, regardless of what he was babbling about.
Every time the spoon struck his forehead, it made a lively sound and mercilessly shook Yangjian’s brain.
Although there was no injury other than his forehead turning red since he was hit with nothing but a spoon, the pain was unbearable, so Yangjian’s screams rang out every time the regular smacking sound was heard.
Regardless of whether he screamed or not, William asked again.
“What happened?”
Smack!
“Aaargh!”
‘If I don’t speak quickly, I might be next!’
The fat young master swallowed his saliva. And he finally opened his mouth and began to explain the reason for throwing a person from the second floor.
“Uh, well…”
Smack!
His explanation was long-winded, but not to the point of being incomprehensible, so by the time William had just passed 100 rhythmic spoon strikes, he could understand the whole situation.
“So you guys are the sons and the friends of the well-known Shi Clan and Bai Clan in Seomun-hyeon, and you got into a fight after drinking and arguing?”
“Th-That’s right!”
“Stop speaking, you bastard.”
“If my father finds out about this…”
“Do you want to be hit a few more times?”
William thrust the spoon in front of Yangjian’s eyes. As the spoon that had been mercilessly tapping his forehead was thrust forward, Yangjian screamed in terror.
“N-No!”
‘If I get hit more, I might really die!’
“…Sir William?”
Elder Baek, who had confirmed that the situation was roughly sorted out, casually called out to him. William finally turned to look at him with a face that had calmed down and got up from his seat.
“Ah, Elder Baek. I apologize for losing control of my temper and being rude.”
“Not at all. Isn’t it the job of adults to fix the bad habits of young people?”
‘Elder Baek-hyun? The martial artists of the Haenam Sword Sect are also with him? Why is the Haenam Sword Sect with a Westerner… and he called him Sir William?’
Elder Baek’s gaze turned towards the troublemakers of the Shi Clan and Bai Clan. Although not as much as William, he was still somewhat annoyed, and as his sharp gaze swept over them, the troublemakers’ faces turned pale.
“I will formally report this matter to the Shi Clan and Bai Clan.”
“What?”
“Did your fathers raise you to act like this?”
“A-anything but that!”
Their faces turned blue.
Receiving a complaint from the inn and having an elder of the Haenam Sword Sect, a branch of the Nine Great Sects that everyone knew in Seomun-hyeon, directly protest were problems on a different level.
Moreover, Elder Baek was somewhat acquainted with their fathers.
‘We’re doomed!’
But there was nothing they could do.
It didn’t matter if they were the sons of wealthy families, they were in a situation where they were completely caught.
In this situation, all they could do was quietly return home and await punishment.
“Go back and wait for your punishment. And pay the repair costs to Innkeeper Huang.”
“Yes…”
The young masters of Seomun-hyeon left Cheongryoo Inn in a hurry with their shoulders slumped.
“Thank you for your help.”
“Not at all. I was also angry that our rare feast was disturbed.”
Elder Baek laughed and suggested to him that they return to their seats. William smiled at his words and nodded.
Now they could have a peaceful meal.
“A Western supreme expert, where did such a person pop out from? Hey, do you know anything?”
“If I knew, would I be keeping my mouth shut? You know I can’t hold back if I have something to gossip about, right?”
“Indeed, that’s true.”
“A Westerner connected to the Haenam Sword Sect, how interesting.”
“Since Elder Baek called him Sir William, he must have done the Haenam Sword Sect a favor, right?”
The guests on the second floor who had witnessed the series of events started to gossip, glancing at the Westerner who was eating on the first floor.
And on that day, rumors about the Westerner who appeared with the martial artists of the Haenam Sword Sect began to spread with the wind in Seomun-hyeon.
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A well deserved spoon smack for ruining a good peaceful meal…