"This is normal, after all, if it weren’t for his own child, Earl Campbell couldn’t possibly have put in so much effort." Kael chuckled lightly, not saying much more.
But he knew in his heart that this man, Earl Campbell, could not be saved; no one could keep him.
He had always believed in repaying kindness with kindness and revenge with vengeance.
Since you, Earl Campbell, dared to make such arrangents to harm him, then you must bear the consequences of having your hands cut off.
"Let’s go, let’s see the witness who will be brought to court."
The witness Kael ntioned was one of several relatives of victims who had lost contact with their children in a human trafficking case at the Slave Trading House.
With Kael’s intervention, so of the trafficked individuals were successfully rescued and returned to their parents.
But there were also others who died in suppression in the Slave Trading House, or in so noble families before they could be rescued.
These witnesses were the ones willing to testify in court against the human traffickers.
Truthfully, compared to the number of people who were kidnapped and trafficked, the number of these victims or their relatives was not large, at least not even 1/10 of those Kael had rescued.
Of course, Kael did not insist on their testifying in court; often, choosing to act as if the incident never happened was less likely to suffer backlash from public opinion.
Once public opinion heated up and beca widely known, ensuring complete disassociation beca quite difficult.
Returning ho quietly might still secure them so peaceful ti, but such matters would always leave people indignant.
Kael wasn’t saintly enough to want to help everyone, but for an enemy who just happened to provoke him and whom he had decided to hit back, he wouldn’t mind lending a hand to others and dragging the enemy into the Abyss.
...
Soon, under Hassaka’s guidance, he arrived at the temporary residence of the families who had lost their children.
Getting off the carriage, Kael frowned slightly and watched a young man erging from that dwelling. He was dressed in brocade and walked with broad, confident strides.
Upon hearing the sound of hooves, he glanced warily in their direction, quickly bowed his head, and hurried away.
"Hassaka, rember that man. Later, investigate which family in the Royal Capital he belongs to," said Kael, a slight curve to his lips as he spoke coldly.
Entering the cottage, Kael t several civilians sitting in the hall, their faces marked by unease.
When they saw Kael enter, their panic seed to grow.
Hassaka, sensing the anomaly, stepped forward and explained Kael’s identity.
The people instantly recognized him as the noble seeking justice for them.
The leader, a middle-aged man, hesitated before speaking, "I am already quite old, and getting involved in the conflicts of nobles is sowhat beyond what I can endure.
The Florence Chamber of Comrce’s employees ca to see us just now, hoping to reach a reconciliation. I thought, since the people are already gone, what’s the use of seeking revenge?
Even if we succeed, we ordinary people couldn’t withstand the revenge that those behind the scenes could exact."
"They just ca to negotiate?"
"Yes, the child of the head of the Florence Chamber of Comrce. He is now managing the chamber’s affairs on behalf of his father.
He imdiately began by bowing his head and admitting his mistake with extre sincerity and even inquired about our current family situation," the middle-aged man said, his expression sowhat strained.
Kael responded calmly, "How much compensation did they prepare for you?"
"One million, one million Demon Crystal coins to be divided among us who are serving as witnesses."
"Quite generous of them!" Kael scoffed.
"Yes, my lord, I saw that they also showed a lot of sincerity, and I was thinking, maybe we should just let this matter go," another witness murmured softly, not daring to look up at Kael.
Kael, without wasting words, rose and left.
Seeing that Kael did not pursue the matter further, the people sighed in relief. An old man sighed, saying:
"That’s better. There are things in this world more important than money, and we have to consider our families."
Kael, who had already reached the doorstep, paused and slowly turned around, his face bearing a conventional smile:
"Look at your content expressions. That’s precisely why I really hate seeking out witnesses.
Most of you never think of digging to the root of the matter, not even willing to fight back.
Your children are lost or even die at the hands of others before being found, and yet you can console yourself with, ’There’s nothing that can be done because we can’t fight back against the nobles.’
You all see yourselves as slaves controlled by the nobles, re parasites, quieted by a bit of favor from them, feeding off their scraps.
I’ve investigated you all. Since arriving here, I’ve also interacted with so nobles and chambers of comrce during this ti as a witness, comforted by a bit of money.
You might even reside freely in such large rooms now; perhaps you find this life quite pleasant, huh?"
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