Chapter 21

Chapter 21

#How to Deal with Uninvited Guests (3)

Upon witnessing the adversary charging towards him, brandishing a knife aimed at his chest, Dominic swiftly dropped to a crouching position and intercepted the oncoming arm.

Leveraging the momentum of his opponent, he effortlessly hurled him in the opposite direction. The foe, landing unceremoniously on the unforgiving ground without any cushion, lay unconscious, his eyes rolled back.

Subsequently, an eerie silence descended.

"...Dominic?"

The first to break this silence was Calron. However, much like the others, he too appeared stunned, his words hesitant.

"What on earth was that just now?"

"...A throw?"

"Did you execute it?"

"It appears so."

Dominic himself appeared equally perplexed.

'What just happened? Did I really do that?'

Throughout both his past and present life, he had consistently distanced himself from martial arts or combat. He was more aware than anyone that such a lifestyle was foreign to him.

'Maybe there's an undiscovered talent within me?'

As this notion crossed his mind, he flashed a grin, his eyes widening. Regardless of the reason, possessing the ability to defend oneself was undoubtedly an asset.

"Give it another try,"

"Hey, old man. Be careful. If you get injured, it's not my responsibility."

"If you succeed once more, we'll welcome you into our fishing guild."

Doubtfully, a slender fisherman cautiously approached, extending his arm as a signal for Dominic to attempt another throw. For Dominic, who had always been denied entry into the fishing guild due to his perceived weakness, this was a golden opportunity. There wasn't much to gain from joining, but being the sole non-member stung his pride.

Dominic confidently seized the thin fisherman's arm.

"Heave!"

With tremendous effort, he attempted to toss him over his shoulder. Veins bulged on Dominic's forehead.

"Heave! ...Huh!"

But, surprisingly, nothing happened.

"...Hahaha!"

"Phew!"

"Well, figures!"

Laughter erupted all around.

"Why? You did it so well earlier. What happened now?"

"Maybe it was a reflex in the face of danger. Novice soldiers sometimes display superhuman strength in life-threatening situations."

"Oh, is that so? I thought Dominic had some hidden secret."

"Hehe. It seems we got our hopes up for nothing!"

A few older men, tears of laughter in their eyes, patted Dominic's back as if to offer encouragement. Then, they began to clean up the aftermath of the scuffle.

Dominic, scratching his head, went from house to house, explaining that the fight had concluded.

'...I definitely felt mana move.'

At that moment, one person, cowering in a corner, cautiously raised his hand.

"I've been with the merchants for less than three months, and this is my first raid. Please forgive me this once, and I promise I'll live righteously!"

Upon closer inspection, he still looked quite young.

"It doesn't seem like he's lying."

Ian, who had examined the boy's palms, nodded, indicating that his hands didn't show the signs of someone long involved in such activities.

"Alright, come with me."

The few conscious masked men glared at the traitor, but due to the sharp reprimands from the older men, they had no choice but to look back down to the ground.

'Damn it! They said it was just a small village in the countryside! I only agreed because it seemed like an easy, safe task!'

They internally cursed at the incompetence of the higher-ups. It was all a desperate attempt to forget their fear.

They said they'd strip the culprits of their crimes and hand them over to the regional lord's castle.

They hadn't killed anyone, but given their history of violence and habitual thieving, they could already envision their grim futures.

The Count Sinclair's family was famously efficient at managing "forced labor" for criminals.

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"So, the Rondo merchants can supply ingredients cheaply because they operate a farm at an unbelievably low cost?"

"Yes, I'm not entirely sure, but there's talk that those laboring on the farm were brought there due to debts they couldn't repay. The farm's land is essentially seized as collateral."

"Usury? Aren't there maximum interest rates established within Count Sinclair's territory?"

"There are?"

"Of course!"

"The village head can read and is knowledgeable, so he's aware of such things. But how would commoners like us be acquainted with intricate laws?"

"Tsk. It's the same everywhere."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, nothing."

The boy had more knowledge than Dominic had expected.

While he might not have been literate or formally educated, he was observant and possessed a good memory.

"Attacks on small villages or shops, intimidating or assaulting important individuals, appeared to be quite frequent. The higher-ups would explain the amount of loot to the workers and enlist participants on a first-come, first-served basis."

"So, they have a routine, huh?"

"And I've heard they deliberately set fires to rival merchant groups. It occurred when..."

Intuitively understanding the information Dominic sought, the boy began revealing various illegal activities that had occurred within the Rondo merchants.

"We need proof that all of this was directly ordered by the head of the Rondo merchants..."

"Oh, I have it! After successfully completing the task, we were promised promissory notes. Those were issued in the name of the head of the Rondo merchants."

"Oh!"

"But I've heard the promissory notes don't provide details about the jobs. I'm not sure if that would be helpful..."

"It's more than sufficient. Giving a regular substantial sum to mere workers? There's no reasonable explanation for that. But how do we obtain these notes?"

"Well, I have one with me to start..."

The boy produced a crumpled piece of paper from his belongings.