Book 2, 207

Book 2, Chapter 207

Translator: Seven

Editors: Ana_Banana, Sei

Bargan glanced behind him. Lukas was following him with a hood tightly wrapped around his face. This was to avoid causing a commotion.

Currently, Lukas’ reputation in the city was at its worst.

It had already reached its lowest after he had lost 12 fights consecutively, but now it had somehow dropped even lower.

It was for this reason that Bargan had initially not wanted Lukas to take the position as Champion. Of course, this wasn’t because he doubted Lukas’ strength or because he didn’t think he was fit to be the Champion.

Instead, it was because he felt that the timing was not good.

The citizens of Lirua had never seen Lukas’ true power. Far from it in fact. They all thought that Lukas was a fraud, a runaway, and a coward.

The citizens of the city were not bighearted or foolish enough to cheer him on just because he was currently sitting in the Champion seat.

Instead, they regarded him as a target to point their growing dissatisfaction at.

“Dammit. I don’t even feel like going to the arena anymore.”

“Why is that cowardly son of a bitch still holding on to the Champion title? We want to see his skills.”

“Since he got the position through cowardly means, he naturally wants to avoid fighting.”

“...we should just move to another city. I heard the Babylon Arena is pretty good.”

“I doubt there are any houses left.”

The square was the center of the city.

Even if you didn’t try to actively listen for it, you could easily hear gossip about Lukas while walking by.

For Dragonmen on Combat Island, moving from one city to another wasn’t that big of a deal.

They were the type who thirsted after high quality matches in the arena, and people would always flock to cities with large arenas.

Of course, as a result of this, the population of the major cities was always saturated. So even if they wanted to go, they couldn’t just pack their things and leave.

Because of that, very few Dragonmen actually chose to leave Lirua, however...

‘This is only temporary.’

If the issues in the arena weren’t solved urgently, then within a short period of time, Lirua would become an empty city.

And in Bargan’s opinion, the easiest way to solve these issues was for Lukas to go forward and show his abilities. (Note: I’m wondering why he hasn’t done it yet... perhaps waiting for a big reveal.)V/\IssịT n0(v)eL/b(i)(n).co/m for the b/est novel reading experi/en/ce

If he were to show the overwhelming power he’d displayed while overpowering Kangki, the citizens would definitely be left speechless.

Nevertheless, he had no intention of forcing the issue.

Bargan knew his position well.

‘It’s not just about relying on the Lord.’

He had to take responsibility for his own choices.

With that thought in mind, he continued to walk quietly. After a short while, Lukas spoke to him.

“How’s the city operation going?”

“Not bad. Aram is a big help.”

Nevertheless, in the dim light, the figures of the envoys were barely visible.

Both of them were wearing hoods, so he couldn’t see their faces.

Without any hesitation, Lukas took a few steps towards them. Then, after he was about two steps away, he opened his mouth first.

“I am Lukas.”

“Why don’t you take your hood off first?”

“...”

He complied.

As the hood lifted and revealed Lukas’ face, he felt one of the envoys take a deep breath.

“What kind of business does Dragon God Island have with me?”

“...hoh.”

One of the envoys let out a soft exclamation of admiration. It was the envoy on the left. His voice sounded older than Lukas expected. From his small stature and the curve of his back, it was clear that this was probably a fairly old man.

“You certainly do have some skill since you managed to kill Kangki.”

He knew about him killing Kangki.

It didn’t seem like someone had leaked the secret, so Lukas didn’t show any external reaction as he replied.

“I showed my face, it would be polite of you to do the same.”

“Huhu! This kid who can’t tell the difference between heaven and earth is really talking to us about courtesy?”

“...if you wish...”

When he heard the tone in the man’s voice, Lukas’ voice became cold.

“I can say something even worse. Would you like to hear it?” (Note:...is this really Lukas?)

“Impudent!”

This time it was the one on the right who spoke.

He also seemed to be an old man, but the vigor behind his voice was formidable. His short shout was like a clap of thunder.

“Do you know who we are to talk to us like that?”

“I don’t know. Did you introduce yourselves to me?”

“What did you say?”

“If this is all you called me for, then I’ll be taking my leave. I’m a very busy person, and I have a lot of work to do.”

“...”

A rough breath was heard.

It seemed that the old man on the right was at the end of his patience.

Just as the momentum in his body was beginning to seep out...

“Priests of East and West, please contain yourselves.”

He was interrupted by a sudden voice which was as refreshing as a stream flowing in a forest.

The moment he heard this voice, Lukas’ eyebrows twitched slightly.

He turned to look at the envoy in the middle.