Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 123: Jail (2)

When Dyon’s vision cleared, he found himself outside of the city walls, just on the inside of the start of an expanse of forest. The situation made it so that the youth were dispersed through the trees and not standing together as one. But, it didn’t matter much as no one had the mind to think of such a thing when the red gloved man began to speak.

“To enter our organization as butler mentees, a test is needed. It just so happens that the military faction is about set out on an expedition. You all will join. In order to pass, you must take the heads of 5 baron grade devils. Good luck.”

With that, the man vanished. He hardly explained anything and it seemed like even the words he had already spoken were considered to be a lot to him. From start to finish, he hadn’t even spared Dyon another glance and simply disappeared.

At that moment, 71’s mentee appeared before Dyon, the very same ghastly grin hanging from his mouth. A foul stench emitted with his every breath, making Dyon frown and take a step back. historical

It seemed to others that he was afraid, but the reality was that he really couldn’t stand the smell. Just because he had spent the last several years experimenting on void beasts, didn’t mean that he enjoyed the foul stench they emitted. Plus, he had several means of warding off the smell if he really wanted to. The reason he hadn’t was related to the very cause of the smell in the first place. If danger was really related to how foul the smell was, then wouldn’t he be cutting off a warning signal for himself by being too prudish?

“Since you decided to piss off my mentor, you can just—”

“Oh, you came here to kill me? Piss off then.”

None of the youths could react before the young man with the fat gut’s head was spinning in the air, completely separated from his body.

With a bored expression on his face, Dyon shot into the distance, ignoring the looks he was receiving.

**

“Attention!”

At another entrance to Yin City, a small troop of about a hundred men and women had gathered. Each of them held spears and wore leather armor. Their backs were as straight as javelins and their jaws practically trembled as they did everything in their power to keep their necks straight.

The punishment for having faulty posture was 3 lashes. These youths didn’t want to take even one, let alone three. They didn’t dare be careless in their military salutes. Compared to the unorganized and wild nature of the underground world’s mentee’s, they were on another level.

And, it just so happened that Dyon was in this group as well.

**

In yet another entrance, a group of dark gold robed youths stood. All of them, whether man or woman, had their heads shaved clean and they all wielded a scepter that seemed carved of ancient wood.

Though they didn’t seem as disciplined as the military troop, there was something special about them nonetheless.

The air in the surroundings carried a calming feeling, the qi in the skies seemed to be their beloved and converged toward them without reserve, and compared to the almost horrified appearances of the troops or the uncaring appearances of the mentees, they all held smiles on their faces as though nothing could enrage them.

Dyon was within this number as well.

While the Well Clans and the Vio Clan seemed to think that they could bide their time and strike like a hidden venomous snake, they had no idea that Dyon’s clones had infiltrated this society to a deeper level in just a few weeks than they could ever have imagined.

When Dyon said that step one was now complete, he didn’t mean that step one was simply gaining a place in the underground world. He meant that he now had a place in all four…

The military, underground and religious factions were all setting out toward the devil caves. As for the government faction…

**

“Kid, it’s not that I want to crush your dreams. But, without appropriate backing or bloodlines, joining the government faction is just asking to get eaten by a gang of sharks. You may spend an entire lifetime here and never take a step forward.

“If this is really your dream, I suggest you join the military faction first. Even if you don’t have combat prowess, join as a strategist. I’m sure that since you’re confident enough in your intelligence to come here, that you have a mind for such stuff anyway.

“Build up your profile there first, gain some allies, make some friends. Only then can you retire and come here. In return, the City Lord will give you a position based on your merit and your future will be far easier. There’s no need to be so stubborn.”

Dyon smiled as he listened to the old man with a white beard that almost passed his waist nagged him to the point of exhaustion.

If others saw this old man wasting so many words on any person, let alone a youth, they’d be shocked without compare. Because, this old man was known as the Scrooge of the Lower courts. However…

“Father-in-law, there’s no need to say anymore. I promise to rise to the top no matter how much pain I suffer. If I can’t do this, then how will I support Little Mimi and give you a proper retirement?”

Dyon apologized in his heart to his wives. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay. She’s only a puppet.’

He pleaded to no one as though he could already see Clara’s glare.