Chapter 466 Dealer

"So what?!" One of the troublemakers asked, kicking the Artisan that lay on the ground just next to him.

'So what? This might become a little bit funny!'

Nial's expression remained the same as before but his thoughts were getting darker. Before he felt like getting over this trouble without causing any trouble but now his mind was filled with thoughts about doing the exact opposite.

The troublemakers issued one last kick, and almost broke the legs and ankles of the three human Originals they had beaten to a pulp while they guffawed in a mocking way. They finished scanning Nial from head to toe, causing some of the dozen troublemakers to chuckle quietly, while others kept glancing at him with ridicule in their eyes.

"What is a Blind Clown doing here with his minions? I didn't know that there was a Circus in this guild's mansion...that's funny!" One of the troublemakers bellowed and he started to laugh while pointing fingers at Nial.

Nial just kept his lifeless eyes in the direction of the troublemakers without saying much.

"No matter what race you belong to, the shelter's rules apply to everyone."

His words caused the troublemakers to burst into laughter. They could not contain their laughter and some even slapped their thick thighs as tears trickled down their cheeks. They were laughing so hard that their jaws were now beginning to hurt.

"Are they stupid?" The Little Oracle's voice resounded through the small hall where hundreds of Artisans were usually working diligently.

Her voice was loud enough to be heard by the laughing troublemakers, who quieted down all of a sudden. Their laughter died down and their expression turned solemn and it was only a matter of time before Nial visualized the anger in their faces.

"Looks like you made them angry," Nial stated the obvious.

"You fucking piece of shit, do you want to die?!" A bulky and dumb-looking Original roared out loud. He looked like a large lizard walking on two hind legs. His physique seemed similar to a human at the first glance but he had a bent back and couldn't even straighten it properly. His accent was strong, and his anger was apparent.

"Calm down, Lizzy. We came here to take a look at the commotion you guys were creating. What's the reason for you to trespass on someone else's property and beat up his employees?" Nial asked, still calm.

"Li...Lizzy?! Do you have a death wish???"

There was no change in Nial's expression, which caused one of the other troublemakers to lift his hand, while the Lizardman wanted to burst forth to tear apart Nial and his companions.

"Calm down!" He commanded in a voice that didn't allow disobedience.

The Lizardman halted in his tracks but his eyes that were filled with hatred never left Nial and the little Oracle.

"Given the way you're speaking, you should know the owner of this place. In that case, how about you call him up and tell him that his dear employees owe us a shitload of money?" The troublemaker, who looked like the replica of Horus, an existence from fairy tales, asked.

He seemed easy to approach at the first glance but it was quite obvious that this was a mere farce.

'A cunning fox looking like a human hawk...that's something new.'

There was a subtle change in Nial's expression. The corner of his lip tilted into a smirk before he shrugged his shoulders.

"Why should their Boss care whether they're in debt or not?" He asked.

The Horus replica looked at Nial as if he was one of the dumbest humans in the shelter. "Huh?... Because we will thrash everything inside here until we have our money?"

"Seems like you guys have yet to understand that behaving like hooligans and invading someone's property is dumb, no matter for what reason," Nial said monotonously. He shook his head and he began to question the intelligence of the troublemakers in front of him.

"Just because you guys are at the Deux rank, doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want."

Each of the troublemakers was an Original at the Deux rank. If they were to conquer a bunch of dungeons, they could earn much more rather than bullying a poor rookie Artisan, who was desperate enough to lend money to buy and trade some Cultivation drugs.

'Melheim shouldn't have destroyed the Cultivation Drug...it would have been quite useful for me,' Nial thought and he sighed deeply.

It was a good thing that he could destroy the addiction-inducing ingredient within the Cultivation Drug pill, but getting his hands on the drug wouldn't be easy.

'Wait...these guys?'

Nial was pretty sure that a newly awakened Original, who had just decided to become an Artisan didn't have the necessary connections to buy the Cultivation Drug.

This realization was enough to deliver a smile on his face while the troublemakers were getting angry.

The Lizardman, whom Nial had lovingly named Lizzy, was not to be held back anymore. His body expanded and he charged straight toward Nial.

He ignored the earlier words of his boss and began to hiss while his eyes turned crimson.

'Is that a Berserk ability? These are quite rare, not bad!' Nial thought without moving an inch.

Even after a huge greatsword manifested in the hands of Lizzy, Nial merely smiled.

'Burst'

Just when Lizzy entered the range to cut through Nial and his companions with the greatsword, he smashed into the ground. Nial didn't move an inch as the lengthy snot of the Lizardman landed right in front of his feet, blood pouring out of his mouth.

From the outside it looked like Lizzy had tripped and fallen. The troublemakers at the Deux rank began to laugh out loud. They started to make fun of their friend for a while until one of them noticed something.

"Did he bit his tongue while falling, or do I need some new glasses?" He mumbled, mostly to himself as he saw something trickling out of the Lizardman's mouth.

However, the boss of the troublemaker had also noticed that something was amiss.

"He is not moving. Did he lose consciousness? No, that shouldn't be it..." The Boss mumbled, attracting the attention of the other troublemakers.

They stopped laughing and took a closer look at their comrade as well.

"He is dead, don't worry. Let's focus on something more important, shall we?" Nial said all of a sudden, kicking the corpse of the Lizardman at his friends.

"Tell me where you guys get the Cultivation Drugs from!" He thundered while using Dominion with a tremendous amount of mana.

Because the troublemakers had been focused on the flying corpse of their buddy, their mental barriers hadn't shot up around their mind completely.

That made it easier for Nial to break through their natural mental defenses and influence their mind from the inside.

"We get the Cultivation Drugs from Poleg..." One of the troublemakers with the weakest will stuttered.

"...Poleg the Fat," Another one said, just for a third to add, "...He is really fat."

Nial nodded his head and he thought of something while visualizing the weak-minded Originals ahead of him.

"Where exactly can I find Poleg the fat, and is he just a middleman, or is he directly affiliated with the producers?" He asked, just to notice that the Boss of the troublemakers was getting back to his senses.

"Horus faker, you just shut up!" Nial shouted, using Dominion and shooting dark energy out from the ground right next to the winged Boss.

He used his dark energy to forcefully shut the mouth of the Horus replica and seal it tightly as well.

The Boss of the troublemaker was struggling, but Nial received the answers he was looking for.

"Poleg the Fat is just a small dealer... but he had connections to the big fishes!"

"He lives in the Silverstar avenue's Golden Nut Inn!"

That was enough information for Nial. He retracted his dark energy and clasped his hands together, thereby terminating the subtle influence of Dominion.

"You are so dead!!" The Horus doppelganger shouted out loud but Nial shook his head.

"I won't die that easily. You guys are just pawns. Rather, tell me...are your lives worth more than my employees' debts?"

Nial's words caused a small commotion amongst the bunch of troublemakers.

Most of them hadn't even realized that they had been influenced by a mental control ability. Thus, they were still enraged, and ready to beat the shit out of Nial.

Unfortunately, that was not something they were capable of.

"Maybe, I should sell your organs, blood, and body parts at the black market. I would make a ton of money...seems like a valid plan!" Nial figured and his expression changed for real for the first time.

A black grimace shrouded his face and the darkness all around the troublemakers erupted all of a sudden.

"I think that's what you call 'Game Over'!"