Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire
Chapter 289 - 192: Redemption of the Maiden, Demigod Emerges_2

Chapter 289: Chapter 192: Redemption of the Maiden, Demigod Emerges_2

"I really don’t know how you’ve grown up to this age. The protection of the Luck Goddess?"

Seeing the change in the tail behind the girl, Wayne couldn’t help but sigh.

He had seen many kind Tifflins, but one so kind to the point of being described as cowardly, this was the first time he’d encountered.

"Charlotte, come out, you’ve missed a tax payment. Hurry up and make up for it!"

At this moment, a rough shout came from outside the dark, damp, and decrepit small house.

"How could it be?"

The young girl quickly wiped her tears with the corner of her clothing, then, under Wayne’s sighing gaze, timidly walked outside. Her soft-spoken, seemingly humble voice followed,

"Sir Tax Officer, I’ve already paid all the taxes completely and have never short-paid. Could there be a mistake?"

"You worthless bastard, what right do you have to question me?"

The dull sound of a whip cracking, accompanied by the girl’s painful and repressed moan, echoed,

"You’ve missed a poll tax. I’ve heard that you brought back a man from outside, a cripple without hands. You little bitch, are you longing for a man? Do you still want to pass on your filthy bloodline?

Heh, but I don’t care what you want to do. Now pay up the tax you missed. Not only that, you have to pay a fine, totaling two silvers and twenty-six coppers.

Oh, and for offending me, you need to make amends and pay the cleaning fee for my whip, a total of three silver coins!"

"Three silver coins, where would I get that much money?"

Charlotte bit back her pain, but she was equally incredulous.

"No money? So, you’re saying you want to defy the Baron? Bastard!"

"No, I have no intention of defying the Baron, but I really don’t have any money left."

"No money? Heh, as far as I remember, you were still a virgin, weren’t you? Probably not now, but can a man without arms satisfy someone as lowly as you?

You should go to the tavern in town. Those filthy and lowly adventurers won’t care about the evil in your bloodline. You might be able to sell yourself for a good price."

The mocking laughter echoed, filled with ridicule.

"Three silver coins? Such a low tax? What a run-down place, I have over ten gold coins on me. You filthy bastard outside, you can crawl in and take one!"

Upon hearing this, Wayne could no longer bear it. Although he was already trapped, he really couldn’t continue to ignore it.

"Gold coin?"

As soon as the words left Wayne’s mouth, a plump figure burst in, disregarding the girl’s obstruction, and slammed open the wooden planks used for concealment,

"You have gold coins?"

"He’s crazy, his head is foolish. Sir, don’t listen to his nonsense. How could he have gold coins!"

Charlotte rushed up, attempting to stop the Tax Officer, but her long-term malnourished body couldn’t hold him back.

"Of course, I have gold coins. Hey, swine, you can come over and search, right under me!"

Unable to move, Wayne directly taunted.

"Bastard, if I don’t find any gold coins, I’ll show you the consequence of deceiving and insulting a noble Tax Officer!"

The temptation of gold coins overshadowed everything. The plump Tax Officer stretched out his pudgy hand and flipped the armless Wayne off the bedboard.

Predictably, in this moldy and damp-smelling broken house, there was no hint of that golden glimmer.

"Where’s the gold coin?"

The eyes squeezed into slits by fat reflected a vicious glint.

"It’s right on me, you can search again. However, my gold coin is very special, such inherently lowly human swines can’t see it."

"Bastard!"

The Tax Officer realized he had been mocked. Enraged, the porky man lifted his foot and stomped down heavily on Wayne.

Bang!

The dull thud of flesh and blood echoed. Though the sensation from under his foot was off, the ensuing taunt robbed the Tax Officer of thought,

"Is that all the strength you have? Calling you swine is an insult to swine. At least swine are stronger than you!"

"I told you, I’ll make you regret it."

The enraged Tax Officer began to stomp relentlessly. The girl, seeing such a cruel scene, instinctively rushed up to stop him,

"No, please, don’t hurt him!"

"Get lost, lowly scum. You’re next. I’ll hang you all from the signpost, so the other lowlifes can see the consequence of defying a noble Tax Officer!"

The girl’s frail body was flung against the wall like a fallen leaf.

But at the same time, perhaps due to the stimulus of the violence or the fear of death and the hope of life, or perhaps out of sympathy for the weak, the venomous tail behind the girl revealed its edge.

This time, the girl didn’t suppress the devil’s tail a second time, and this tail was stained with the color of blood for the first time.

"You?!"

The Tax Officer looked incredulously at the sharp tail stinger piercing through his chest. The rapid loss of vitality made him turn in disbelief toward the girl slumped in the corner, whose tail was connected to her back.

"Dare to kill..."

Boom—

Not finishing his sentence, the human swine collapsed heavily, his breath cut off because the lethal poison had spread throughout his body.

"I... how could this happen, I didn’t mean to."

The girl raised her head, gazing at the scene before her with bewilderment and fear in her eyes,

"This isn’t what I wanted, I didn’t mean to do this, Wayne, what should I do now?"

"What should you do? Didn’t you do well?"

A pair of slender, supple hands suddenly stretched out from under the plump, greasy body and flung it aside,

"Honestly, I really can’t understand. You clearly possess such great power. Why do you tolerate this bunch of trash far inferior to you bullying you all the time?"

"You? Wayne, your arms? How come..."

Seeing the young man standing, stretching his arms leisurely, Charlotte became somewhat incoherent,

"They grew back, what’s so strange about that? It took me getting beaten for you to finally fight back, really... good thing you’re not completely helpless, and you didn’t let this swine beat me to death."

Wayne kicked at the Tax Officer’s body. He was indeed extremely weak, but now he was finally replenished, with the Tax Officer’s soul, though it was far from enough.

"Who are you?"

Even a naive girl realized something was amiss, as in hero stories, very few heroes can regenerate their severed limbs.

"I’m, of course, the Justice Knight here to save the innocent Tifflin girl!"

Wayne, with only one arm restored, showed a bright smile and extended his hand to the girl,

"Now, the Justice Knight is about to set things right for the girl! Want to come with me? I just happen to be in need of a Knight Attendant!"

Thus began a massacre that was cheered on by farmers and civilians and infuriated the higher Nobles.

"Parvati!"

Noah, who was always keeping an eye on the growth of the fourth generation, summoned the last Augustus he kept by his side.

"Great Uncle."

"Do you want to go out and train?"

Noah asked the adolescent girl before him, who, despite being twelve or thirteen years old, still resembled a seven or eight-year-old, easily provoking criminal impulses in certain villains.

"Do you think I can go out now?"

"That depends on your own thoughts."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Do I have an older brother I’ve never met?"

Parvati frowned and asked the Holy Dragon.

"Hmm?"

"I’ve killed him countless times in my dreams."

"Oh? Then you must be careful, because as far as I know, dreams are often the opposite of reality."

Noah revealed a playful smile.