Chapter 533: Chapter 6: Unexpected Chapter 533: Chapter 6: Unexpected “Why am I so down, you ask? Ha, the situation’s been terrible lately. They, they’re all a bunch of parasites!”
Raj put down his glass, cursing under his breath.
Asher continued to prompt, “Oh? How so? From what I hear, hasn’t the Empire been on the rise recently?”
Raj burped, his emotions becoming more agitated, “It’s those Dragonblood Nobility making all the big bucks. What does it have to do with us workers?
I work from dawn to dusk every day, handling hundreds of rifles, but even if those firearms make millions, all I get is a single Ginnar a month.
Those Important Figures, on the other hand, just lounge on their sofas pretending to be busy and wind up with thousands of Ginnars in their accounts.”
Raj’s voice trembled, his agitation growing stronger.
“And those people from the Imperial Bank, they’re a bunch of Vampires too! Half a year ago, I borrowed money from them to buy a house on the outskirts of Isdalia.”
“Now that I’ve lost my job, not only are they sending people to collect the debt, but they also want to kick out! That house cost all my savings…”
Asher chid in sympathetically, “That’s really unfair.”
“But you’re a worker at the munitions factory, right? Why did you lose your job?”
Raj gave a bitter laugh and took another sip of his drink, “The supervisor thought I was slacking off, often daydreaming. And with those Starfallen about to return, they kicked out.”
His tone turned furious again, beer foam spraying into the air.
“What right does he have to judge ? We toil away every day, but he just takes a few laps around and earns several tis our wages. Why?!”
Asher put on an indignant look, exclaiming, “These people are just despicable!”
“Right!”
“Bankers, factory owners, overseers… They are the parasites of the Empire!”
Raj slamd his glass down on the table, venting his frustration, his face turning red.
Seeing Raj’s heightened emotions, Asher lowered his voice and asked tentatively, “Have you ever thought about—why you’ve ended up in this situation?”
Raj’s face remained flushed as he shook his glass, “It’s that damned Yelson supervisor! He fired over a tiny mistake…”
Asher patted Raj’s shoulder, pointing to the sky, his voice low and coercive, “What I an is, if the Empire’s order is unfair, then the one who established it in the first place…”
He stopped short, staring intently at Raj, waiting for his reaction.
“Of course…”
“Wait, you an…”
Raj’s eyes suddenly widened, shivering.
Perhaps it was a survival instinct, but he suddenly sobered up from his drunken state, cold sweat beading on his forehead—because he understood what Asher was implying.
This “Stranger” wanted to rebel against His Majesty Cassius!
Although Raj usually scoffed at the propaganda departnt’s fawning behavior and had little loyalty to His Majesty Cassius, even feeling so resentnt,
fear was deeply ingrained in his bones!
After all, the rifles of the Imperial Army and the poisoned daggers of the Nocturne were no joke.
“Good thing I almost let it slip.”
Raj felt a pang of fear, patting his chest and taking a long breath.
Seeing Raj still fearful, Asher leaned in and whispered in his ear:
“Don’t worry, Raj, speak your true thoughts. Think about who has put you in this kind of life…”
But Raj had never been clearer. He nervously glanced at the “Stranger” beside him, recalling the hazy monts earlier.
Plain gray robes, an inexplicable conversation, guiding words…
In the end, Raj reached a conclusion—there was a high possibility he was a spy!
Raj’s heart pounded not just from fear but intense excitent.
In the “Empire Dream” story published in the Kingdom Daily, his idol, Baron George, had risen to fa by reporting a spy, climbing step by step to beco a high-ranking Dragonblood Noble.
Having lost his job and being evicted from his house, could his life be making a complete turnaround?
Reporting a spy ant at least a fifty-Ginnar reward. If crucial information was provided, there was a chance to beco a First-Class Citizen, enjoying generous treatnt.
With that, he could pay off his debts, reclaim his house, and potentially beco a factory supervisor, completely changing his life’s trajectory.
“Maybe… I’ll beco an Important Figure like Lord George too!”
Raj thought to himself, looking at Asher with a mix of excitent and even fanaticism.
That wasn’t just any drinking buddy; it was a path to changing his fate!
Asher also noticed Raj’s shift in mood and felt smug, thinking Raj had been swayed and his hatred had been ignited.
“Co, Raj, don’t be afraid. Say the na, the one responsible for your miserable fate…”
“Don’t worry about their revenge. I’ll grant you great strength to take revenge on everyone who has wronged you.”
“Okay.”
Raj nodded nervously, sweat streaming down his forehead, barely able to contain his excitent.
Revenge…
That rhetoric, he had seen it in Imperial announcents; it belonged to the abyssal demons!
Recently, the Empire had been heavily focused on demon news, rewarding a Hunter hundreds of Ginnars for discovering a demon!
Rumor had it the Hunter had opened a shop in Northwind Castle, thriving and living a carefree life.
But with high rewards ca high risks; these demons were extrely dangerous and could take one’s life in an instant.
At that thought, Raj’s legs began to tremble, his expression stiffening, sweat even dripping from his nose.
But Asher thought this human had been swayed by his offer and was just afraid of the Empire’s retaliation.
Asher said, “Raj, don’t be afraid. Think about it. I’ll grant you endless wealth, unparalleled strength…”
Just as he was about to continue his persuasion, a crisp sound interrupted him from behind.
“Crash!”
Suddenly, an Ogre, drunk as a skunk, smashed a glass mug over a Great Goblin’s head.
Glass shards flew everywhere, the Great Goblin’s head bleeding as he clutched it, roaring in pain.
“Damn Ogre, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
The Ogre, holding the broken mug, slurred, “Ugh… Luke does whatever he wants! Red-skinned midget!”
“You’re asking for it!”
The Great Goblin rushed in, grappling with the drunk Ogre, while other Goblins and Ogres faced off, so even drawing handguns from their waists.
“Stop fighting! Stop fighting!”
“The Security Team is here!”
Seeing the escalating conflict, the tavern owner urgently called for help, and the Tiefling Security Team patrolling nearby responded quickly.
“Silence!”
“No brawling in the city! And especially not on Coronation Day!”
The Tiefling Security Team soldiers quickly flooded the tavern, pointing spears at the Ogres and Great Goblins and shouting a warning.
“Bang!”
A gunshot rang out, leaving a hole in the ceiling. Faced with the dark gun barrels, the grappling Ogres and Great Goblins regained their senses.
“I didn’t an to, I was just drunk.”
The Ogre, releasing the Great Goblin pinned beneath him, wobbled to his feet, face flushed, raising his hands.
The noisy tavern suddenly quieted down. The sheriff took out pen and paper, jotting down nas and identities from both sides.
At that mont, a drunken human staggered forward, tripping over a bottle and falling to the ground.
“Thud!”
But sitting there, he pointed a trembling finger at the gray-robed figure sitting nearby, yelling hoarsely, “Arrest him! He’s a demon!”
The tavern erupted in an uproar.
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