Chapter 7: Post Commander Quinn
"We are the law here!" one of the guards said who had a smug face of wanting to arrest Miles without any reason.
It was then they all stopped in their tracks when someone loudly clapped from the crowd.
Clap, clap, clap.
They all then turned to look at its direction.
"I was watching within the crowd to see how you would react. To think you are acting so poorly and defaming the Portal Guards' name, you should be punished heavily."
Miles sighed in relief when he saw the person's epaulets.
He intended to fight for Coin, but he wasn't certain of his win. There was a high chance of serious repercussions, or worse, death. He hated his helplessness, but he couldn't help it.
There were two levels between him and the guards. They were High-tier Guards while he was a 16 years old kid with the strength of a low-tier at most. He was really in an unfavourable position against them.
Even though he was able to fight against the princess who was middle-tier, it was all thanks to Coins overriding her wristwatch, assisting her in the battle with the fact she was highly underestimating him.
When they saw the person who had clapped, the guards sweated profusely with a shock on their faces.
"Post Commander!" They saluted and tried to explain.
Meanwhile, Miles looked at the person with knitted brows.
She was a black woman with an angelic face and long dark hair that almost covered her fit body, with a cloak over her cyan armor pinned by her epaulets. She was a post commander at Pinnacle-tier, a bottleneck, nearly on a breakthrough.
"Reporting to the Post Commander! That person has been suspected of killing innocents. We were about to apprehend him and bring him to court."
"We were just following His Highness Mihr Orril's orders!" said the other.
As the post commander listened to their reports, her brows began to knit.
"You were taking orders from him?" She pointed a finger at Mihr Orril.
It was then that the two guards noticed a drop in temperature. Chills ran through their spine as they felt an ominous aura coming from their post commander. Sweat started to form on their foreheads and back. They gulped in terror, taking a step back unconsciously.
"You are not taking orders from him! She pointed at Mihr Orril You are taking your orders from ME! And the Ministry of Portal Security!" The lady in the military uniform said. Her epaulets on her shoulder indicate her rank in the military, Post Commander of the Portal Guards.
Miles looked at the lady with a smirk and then thanked her with a nod.
The lady shook her hand loosely as if to say 'it was nothing.'
"You, come with me." She then turned to Miles and beckoned him to follow her.
"Yes, ma'am!" Miles saluted fakely as he followed the ebony beauty. She looked at the person closely this time and admired her bearing. Her black hair was covering her beautiful face. Her dark skin and brown eyes were beautiful to look at. She had a graceful but strong body.
"Done checking my body?" She rolled her eyes.
"Not yet!" Miles answered cheekily.
"How is your brother?" She then asked when they arrived at her office room.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Miles answered with a deadpan face while feeling surprised in his heart. If the post commander knew Merlin, it wouldnt be strange for her to know Miles too.
"Oh, come on! I was watching you closely because I knew you were coming from afar, Miles Cross."
"Since you knew, why are you asking for more?" Miles said without a change on his face.
He left his family and started to live on his own. He never used his family name to influence or intimidate someone. If he wanted to, he could just say his brother's, mother's, father's, or grandfather's name to get away scot-free. But he disdained using his family name to solve his problems.
"I just want you to know that your brother cares about you. He called and wanted me to look after you." Quinn said emotionally.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Miles said and turned around to leave. When he reached the door, he looked back at Quinn and said, "I don't need anyone's help. Nor do I need their pity."
Yes, pity. He knew his brother was pitying him because he was a cripple, but he and Coin were strong with their weaknesses.
Quinn could only stare at his back with empathy.
Miles left the room and went downstairs to trade the orbs he acquired from the one-week expedition. He took them out of his bag and placed them on the desk. "I'd like to exchange these with Unity Dollars."
"Sure, let me see." The worker at the other end lazily approached the desk and looked at them closely. When he held the low-tier psychic core he was about to drop it to the ground but recovered swiftly. "Hmm, they seem like common orbs. They are worth 20.000 UD-" Before he could finish his sentence, a solid killing intent fell on his neck. His back covered with sweat, and he was gasping for breath.
"Look. Closer." Miles said emotionlessly. He had enough for the day and had no mood to be polite with a grifter.
"Who do you think you are? I am a stronghold worker and will have you thrown to prison!" The worker said weakly, but when he saw Miles's unyielding face, he took a step back.
He heard what had happened earlier and wanted to intimidate the people with Stronghold's backing. The post commander had just said that she would not allow anyone to break the laws, thus he was certain no one would pick a fight over some money, but he was mistaken. The person in front of him was serious enough with a look that kills.
"A-alright. I will take a look again." He said sweating profusely.
"Five Elementless low-tier cores, one low-tier Armor Orb, and one low-tier Psychic core summing up to 140.000 UD. I will give you another 50.000 UD. Just dont hurt me!"
Miles reached out Coin for the worker to transfer the money to his account. With 190.000 UD in his account, he left the room with a snort. "Time to deal with the greedy Landlord!