Chapter 1288: Chapter 58 Reigniting the Spark (3)
“Oh! Mr. Majiya! It’s really you!”
The Oak Town rchant, who had been “invited” to identify soone, kept wiping the sweat off his forehead, forcing a smile, and warmly greeted old Majiya: “The fellow said he saw soone familiar, and I never expected, never expected it to really be you.”
Old Majiya nodded: “Mr. Panno.”
“Yes, yes, it’s .” Panno, whose na was called, glanced nervously at the surrounding soldiers and feigned ignorance: “Are you also going to Artemis? Visiting a friend?”
“To redeem a person.” Old Majiya replied bluntly, “My eldest son was captured by His Excellency Montaigne, I’m going to ransom him.”
“This…that…I…” Panno was extrely embarrassed, his fat face turned beet red, and he struggled to say a single sentence: “Wish you luck.”
The young man with the saber, observing that the Oak Town rchant confird old Majiya’s identity, nodded and signaled his subordinates to lead the rchant away.
Panno, as if granted amnesty, obediently followed the soldiers away imdiately.
It wasn’t until they reached a distant corner that he discreetly turned his head back, casting a glance filled with worry and sympathy at old Majiya, before disappearing among the wagons and shadows of trees.
Except for the white-crested veteran holding the halberd, the rest of the “Rebel” soldiers returned to their posts. The checkpoint, which was tense a mont ago, quickly returned to its previous calm.
Old Tasso and Laor were also released from the barracks and ca to old Majiya’s side.
The young man with the saber, full of apologies, personally returned the weapons that had just been seized from the three of them.
Only then did old Tasso realize — with the oppressive aura gone, the young man with the saber was actually similar in age to Laor, a “child”.
However, compared to the youthful Majiya Laor, the young man with the saber was dashing and capable in his actions, exuding a strong sense of confidence, which made old Tasso subconsciously regard him as a true adult, even intimidating.
“Please forgive our offense.” The young man with the saber solemnly took off his hat and bowed, sincerely explaining to the three: “It was my mistake, I mistook you for another kind of people.”
Hearing the apology turned old Tasso’s heart tense. He looked at Laor beside him and found the sa surprise in the latter’s eyes.
Never had “fish” been seen to swallow its broken teeth and blood, let alone a “knife” voluntarily admitting error.
It should be noted that, for the “knife”, dignity and authority are often closely linked. So even for trivial matters, getting the “knife” to take off its hat and bow is harder than reaching the heavens.
The young man with the saber so readily admitting his mistake caused old Tasso to look down upon him a little. This ant the other party either lacked authority or had no self-respect.
No matter which type he belonged to, for the three of the Majiya family, it was not good news—lacking authority ant he couldn’t make decisions, and without self-respect, there were no boundaries.
However, no matter how dismal the future situation might beco, it couldn’t stop old Tasso from now thoroughly despising the young man.
“Still a child after all.” Old Tasso sneered silently: “Where’s the deanor expected of an officer.”
But no matter what thoughts old Tasso had in his heart, he needed to maintain proper appearances.
So, like Laor, old Tasso stood silently behind Majiya Milock, waiting for the head of the family to negotiate with the other party.
Witnessing the young man’s abnormal behavior, the granite-like features of old Majiya briefly showed a hint of surprise and doubt.
He didn’t take back the weapons but also took off his hat and bowed in return: “Searching for spies, it’s to be expected.”
“Thank you for your understanding.” The young man with the saber breathed a long sigh of relief and laughed cheerfully, “Much appreciated.”
Old Tasso wanted to question the other party, asking, “Why were you certain the three of us were spies?”
However, the young man switched topics and never brought up anything related to spies again.
“Compensation for the property damage, we will reimburse at original cost.” The young man’s gaze fell upon the Majiya family’s tattered clothing and boots, apologizing once more: “Please wait here, I have sent soone to fetch replacent clothes for you.”
Having said this, the young man looked towards the veteran with the white-plud helt behind him. Although it was an order, his tone was very polite: “Leave alone to speak with the three gentlen, Sergeant Holt, no need to worry.”
The halberd-wielding veteran with the white crest closed his legs together and saluted.
“Your n did well.” The young man with the saber ticulously returned the salute, and upon finishing, he said to the veteran, “Please comnd them for .”
The white-crested veteran saluted again and then walked silently back to his original post.
Hearing the young man’s words, old Tasso was extrely indignant.
Had it not been for the tree hanging with twenty-so bodies looming ahead, the old man would’ve surely snapped at this rookie.
Even so, old Tasso couldn’t help but ask.
He tugged at his torn apart shirt, deliberately exposing his shriveled chest, and asked gruffly: “Sir, I don’t quite understand—how can you comnd for tearing perfectly good clothes to rags? This old man only had one good outfit!”
Old Tasso asked provocatively, yet the young man with the saber answered earnestly.
He asked in a serious tone: “So what if I bla Sergeant Holt?”
Old Tasso was taken aback.
“If I bla Sergeant Holt for tearing open your clothes, then in the future, if he encounters suspicious individuals, he wouldn’t dare to check thoroughly.” The young man with the saber nodded apologetically: “Besides, the main responsibility for your experience this ti lies with .”
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