Chapter 125: 98 Minor Punishments for Major Warnings (Seeking Recommendation Votes)

Chapter 125: Chapter 98 Minor Punishments for Major Warnings (Seeking Recommendation Votes)

“Still looking at your treasure?”

A somewhat sleazy-sounding teenager looked at Yilona and the Ju Nono in his

arms.

The teenager’s name was Hakesa, and he also hailed from the Kingdom of Mountains.

But he was a street thug, a gang leader, with neither the heart nor the habits

that were simple and pure.

“Your sister’s quite pretty. Once we get to our destination, she might catch the eye of a new master.”

“What did you say?”

“Lucky you,” Hakesa laughed. “Being beautiful, she won’t have to do anything, just lie there.”

“You bastard!”

Yilona really wanted to rush over and give Hakesa a beating, but he was tightly held back by his sister, “Brother, don’t act rashly, there are people watching.” At Ju Nono’s reminder, Yilona quickly turned his head.

There, without knowing when, a blonde youth wearing a silver mask was sitting on the ship’s beam, looking down at them.

“You come from different countries, and I don’t know all your dialects, but for those who understand the common tongue, pass my words on to those around you.”

Looking down from above, Anderson spoke solemnly, “You are the possessions of my lord, and your life or death shall be judged before a decision is made.” “Furthermore, to kill a companion without authorization in Yatun,” Anderson said gravely, “is a great sin!”

Bailuo could tolerate some vices in his vassals, but what he could not stand was the harming of kin and the betrayal of comrades.

‘Yatun?’

‘Yatun!’

Yilona, Hailbo, and the delinquent Hakesa all took note of the word ‘Yatun’

spoken by Anderson.

They were from the Kingdom of Mountains, so they hadn’t heard the legends of the People of Yatun.

Even so, they had gleaned some extremely important information.

For example, the place they were headed to was called ‘Yatun’, and there, one absolutely must not kill at will.

“Now, it’s time to eat.”

Anderson was not good at speaking with outsiders, except for the Yatun Clan and the Fairies, whose simple nature allowed him to get along with them.

But with these slaves from the Mountains, Star Night, and Azure, Anderson really had no common language.

The Miracle Power became a hurdle; those who possessed the same Miracle Power could trust each other despite their differences.

The many miracles of Bailuo ensured that the Children of Miracle and derivatives from the Miracle Creature and Miracle Race got along exceptionally well, even if they came from different lineages.

Because whether it was Sherri’s Child of Miracle, Lilith’s Child of Miracle, or the Tree Elves,

they were all Bailuo’s subjects, all one family.

“Eating?”

“Did he just say it’s mealtime?”

“Finally, we can eat.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

The People of Yatun were courteous to each other, giving food to the children and the frail.

But Hakesa’s behavior was contrary to the teachings Elsa had received.

Elsa knew the situation outside and was also clear about how Hakesa had managed to do this.

This was an accumulation of intimidation and the helplessness of the weak.

“It seems I am first.”

Hakesa looked at Elsa and smugly said, “I didn’t cut in line, I followed the rules.”

The Tree Elf serving the food looked at Elsa for guidance. They were powerful, but lacked experience in dealing with people. This is why Bailuo hoped they would follow the directions of Gonnia and others, to learn and observe more.

The Tree Elves might not understand Hakesa’s behavior, but the Yatun Clan certainly did.

“No, you are not.”

just as Elsa was contemplating what to do, a wooden bowl made its way into the queue.

“Hm?”

Elsa looked at the boy who spoke; it was Hailbo: “Hello, Ma’am, am I the first in line?”

“Hailbo, what do you mean?!”

“You come in line with empty hands and ask me the meaning? Where is your bowl—you expect to eat without one?”

Hailbo was not as tall as Hakesa, but he wasn’t the least bit intimidated.

The boy pointed behind the crowd, where another cart full of bowls and utensils was being brought down.

“You are here, but your bowl is not. What will you use to hold the food? How can they serve you?”

“As for me,” Hailbo directly stood in front of Hakesa, then respectfully held out his bowl with both hands, smiling and saying, “I’m here, and so is my bowl!”

“Serve him.”

Without waiting for Hakesa to bluster, Elsa’s cool voice rang out: “Fill it!”

“Heh.”

The Tree Elf was also a young boy, and if it weren’t for the maskhiding his face, everyone would see his handsome face with a slightly lifted corner of the mouth: “Eat plenty.”

“Thank you.”

Cradling the steaming bowl of white porridge, Hailbo politely addressed the crowd: “What is everyone waiting for? Bowls and utensils are limited!

“Clatter.”

The invisible oppression that Hakesa had imposed instantly dissipated.

The boys and girls, prompted by Hailbo, quickly moved toward the cart with bowls and utensils.

“What’s going on? Where is my bowl? Why is there one missing?

“Who is it, who has hidden my bowl away?”

The number of bowls and utensils was only 119; yes, there was one set missing.

But is that possible?

Of course, it’s not possible!

In fact, Gonnia had prepared at least 150 sets.

However, Elsa had cast a spell, making 31 sets vanish.

Naturally, Elsa wouldn’t truly let him go hungry; it would just take until almost everyone had finished eating before Hakesa would find the disappeared bowl.