Chapter 382: Cleanup
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"I thought the elves were supposed to be peace loving," Blavi said, shaking his head. Even though he respected the elves, he was angered by their actions. They did not want to fight with the elves. They even had elves with them. However, it was the elves that started the fight. Blavi knew that the four elves that ca to join them should not be trusted, either.
The rcenaries had finished the job, and a few walked over to Ye. They whispered sothing to him, and Ye nodded, turning to Anfey. "The cleanup is almost done," Ye said. "I suggest that we head back imdiately."
Anfey nodded in agreent.
"What should we do with the prisoners?" Ye asked, glancing at the huddled elves. "They will slow us down."
Anfey frowned and said with a sigh, "Kill all of them." If the elves only targeted him, he could take it as proof that Manstuly was working against him. However, they also targeted Suzanna, which proved that the elves were working against him even without Manstuly’s direction. If he let those elves go, the elves would think that he was too weak. He needed to teach the elves a lesson.
Anfey’s words were clearly not received well. A lot of rcenaries were very disappointed by his decision; even Ozzic was shaking his head. The elves, however, did not cry out or protest despite their shock. Normally, the worst punishnt for an elf would be slavery.
Ye nodded and waved at his n.
"Wait, my lord!" a rcenary standing behind Shinbella suddenly said.
"What is it?" Anfey asked.
"If you are going to kill them anyway, my lord, why don’t you give them to us?" the rcenary asked with a smirk.
The rcenaries around him burst out laughing. The rcenary had said sothing a lot of the others were thinking. Even Ozzic grinned.
"What did you just say?" Anfey asked quietly. Ozzic frowned. He was very sensitive to changes in people’s moods. Anfey sounded very calm, but Ozzic felt that he was planning sothing.
"Give those elves to us, my lord," the rcenary said. "We’ll take care of them for you."
The rcenaries laughed again. So of the elves looked at the rcenaries with disdain, but they did not make a noise. One of the nearby rcenaries reached over and grabbed one of the elves with a smirk on his face. The elf he grabbed narrowed her eyes in disgust. She yanked her arm out of his grip and slapped his hand away. The rcenary, angered by her resistance, took a step back and drew his sword.
"Shinbella," Anfey called. "Is he your man?"
Shinbella nodded. She did not approve of the rcenary’s actions either, but she wasn’t certain when she should intervene. Anfey glanced at the rcenary. Shinbella nodded. She dashed towards the rcenary and knocked his sword out of his hand. Then she kicked him in the chest, sending him flying through the air.
The laughter and jeering stopped as the rcenary landed on the ground with a grunt.
"We are rcenaries," Anfey said, looking at the silent rcenaries. "Not robbers, not rapists. Anyone who suggests otherwise can leave now." He paused and looked at the rcenary who first spoke.
He knew he had to punish the elves to make an example, but he did not want to put them through unnecessary suffering. He was in the right in punishing them, but he wouldn’t be in the right if he let the rcenaries do whatever they wanted with the elves.
If he let the rcenaries do whatever they wanted, his leadership could be questioned in the future. Saul and Bruzuryano had placed their hopes in him, and he couldn’t let them down. His friends and wife were depending on him as well, so he couldn’t let them down either.
Anfey glanced at Ye, who nodded and drew his sword.
Unlike the elves, the captured rcenaries begged for rcy before they were executed. The elves, although they were clearly terrified, steeled themselves in the face of death. They did not make a single noise as they died.
The rcenary that first suggested turning the elves over to the rcenaries stood there. He glanced at the dead elves, as if ashad by his earlier suggestion. He knew Anfey would not let him back into the rcenary group.
The rcenary lying on the ground did not move as the prisoners died. No one wanted to approach and help him because no one wanted Anfey and Shinbella to get angry again.
After the bodies were cleaned up, Ozzic took his n and began heading back. Anfey and Shinbella began heading back as well after they exchanged a few brief words. Ye, however, remained still as if he had so unfinished business.
Soon, the only people left on the field were Ye and the two exiled rcenaries. The rcenary that was still conscious walked over to Ye carefully.
"My lord!" he called. He had been part of Jagged Rose rcenary group since he was a teenager. It was a very sad thing to see his friends turn away from him as if they were strangers. To him, Shinbella’s action was betrayal. He did not know what to do.
"What is it?" Ye asked.
"You are familiar with Lord Anfey, my lord," the rcenary said. "Can you talk to Lord Anfey for ? Please, I will forever be in your debt."
Ye sighed. "If you want won, there are hundreds of won in White Mountain City," he said, shaking his head.
"I know, I know," the rcenary said. "Please, help ."
"I will try," Ye said. "I promise nothing."
"Thank you, my lord!"
Ye waved his hand. "You’re lucky," he said, glancing at the unconscious rcenary. "At least you’re not him."
The rcenary nodded. "I never thought Lady Shinbella would..."
Ye narrowed his eyes and glanced at the unconscious rcenary. "Is he moving?"
"Really?" The rcenary frowned and turned to look at the man. Before he could do anything, however, a sharp pain in his chest distracted him. He froze, then fell to the ground as Ye pulled his sword out.
"You are blaming Shinbella for this," Ye said as he walked over to the unconscious man. "You will only be trouble in the future. I have to take care of you two now." He slashed the unconscious man’s neck and shook his sword. Ye knew that if enemies had found these two rcenaries, they would have spilled everything they knew. That would put everyone in danger.
The dying rcenary watched as Ye left, then he spat on the ground and grew still.
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