EFB Chapter 244 : Haven't Had Enough of a Lesson Yet?
Chapter 244 : Haven't Had Enough of a Lesson Yet?
As soon as Ariel said this, the nearby villagers also began discussing."Hey, have you heard of Meilan?"
"I think I remember—that master came to our village, right?"
"Should be several years ago. That master passed through our village and was very respectfully invited as a guest by the baron."
"Oh right, now that you mention it, I remember too!"
Looking at Olar, Ariel smiled coldly:
"Olar, you should go back and read more books, see more of the outside world. Even the country villagers have much more knowledge than you!"
Olar's face flushed red with anger: "Whether I have knowledge or not isn't for you to lecture me about!"
Pointing at the longsword in the center of the authentication formation, Olar said to the followers who could still move: "She won't let us take people, but this sword is evidence—we must take it!"
The followers all showed bitter expressions, not one listening to his orders, saying quietly:
"Lord Olar, that's Lady Ariel the Saintess..."
Ariel had brilliant achievements, hated evil like an enemy, and was famous. When she saw something she didn't like, she'd beat up even nobles without hesitation.
Who was tired of living and dared to be presumptuous in front of her?
Olar didn't dare act himself and couldn't command others, stamping his feet anxiously in place.
He had originally thought this was a good assignment.
He could have fun with those lowly commoners, enjoy their respectful yet fearful gazes, and show off his abilities.
Who knew things would become so complicated?
While both sides were at a standstill, another group hurried over.
Village Chief Miller led the way, clearing the watching crowd to make way for the middle-aged man behind.
"What are you doing? Why are there so many people?"
A middle-aged noble with golden curly hair walked through the crowd, his face full of displeasure.
"Uncle Tucker, you finally came!"
Seeing that noble, Olar found his backbone and called out loudly.
"Following Lake's confession, I indeed dug up treasures from their family's land! But when I tried to bring the treasures back, this group kept interfering with me!!"
"Who's so bold as to openly disturb the order?"
Tucker coughed seriously for show, frowning as his gaze swept harshly over the surrounding crowd.
When he saw Ariel, Tucker couldn't help but freeze, almost reaching up to rub his eyes:
"Lady Saintess?"
"Hello." Ariel politely nodded at Tucker.
Ariel didn't know Tucker, but that didn't prevent Tucker from knowing her.
Tucker immediately shuddered.
Of all people Olar could provoke, why did he provoke Ariel?
You know, she preferred talking with fists over reasoning!
But if it was just provoking Ariel without offending the church, at most he'd just get a beating...
Before Tucker could finish comforting himself, he then saw Celitia being protected behind Ariel.
"Miss Celitia?!" Tucker almost cried out.
Wasn't this Olar's sister? How were the siblings at odds again?
Olar had already served time in prison once—hadn't he learned his lesson?!
Tucker pulled out a smile uglier than crying: "How... how are you here too, Miss Celitia?"
At the end of last year, Tucker had also been invited to the birthday ball Queen Marianne hosted.
He had personally witnessed Marianne raising two swan brooches, putting them together, and announcing that Celitia and Sophia were a perfect match made in heaven.
This Miss Celitia looked delicate and wasn't from too high a background, yet she was the precious darling of Her Majesty the Queen and Her Highness the Princess!
Moreover, from Ariel's attitude toward her, the relationship between them seemed unusual too.
Had Olar's three months in prison made his brain even more stupid than before?
How did he still dare to oppose his sister?!
Thinking of this, Tucker was nearly collapsing.
"Olar, are you blind?"
Tucker glared fiercely at Olar. "This is Miss Celitia and Lady Ariel—how dare you be so disrespectful to them?"
Not expecting to be scolded instead, Olar was completely stunned.
He tried to explain to Tucker: "Uncle Tucker, I was handling the matter you assigned me just fine, but these people came out and insisted on interfering!"
"What did I assign you to do?" Tucker roared back. "I told you to investigate the truth, not to use my reputation to frame people arbitrarily and run rampant in the countryside!!"
Hearing this, Celitia glanced coldly at Tucker.
This person was opportunistic, betraying his own people without hesitation—exactly like her "father." Truly worthy of being relatives.
"Baron, you weren't here just now and missed quite a bit."
Celitia didn't expose Tucker, speaking sentence by sentence calmly.
"Everyone identified that it was this Mr. Jeff who secretly buried things in the field at midnight. And this so-called treasure that was dug up is merely an ordinary rusty longsword, not any relic treasure.
The so-called destruction of relics and private hoarding of treasures never existed from the beginning. Detaining a free citizen for this is inappropriate. Therefore, please release Mr. Lake from prison and let his family take him home."
Tucker nodded without hesitation:
"Misunderstanding, all misunderstanding! I'll send someone immediately to release Lake right now!"
He rubbed his hands nervously, smiling ingratiatingly at Celitia, trying to build rapport with her.
"Charles is my cousin, Olar calls me uncle—we're naturally family. Miss Celitia, please come sit at my home with Lady Ariel, let me properly apologize and reminisce about old times!"
"That won't be necessary. Ariel and I don't need your apology."
Celitia smiled as she declined. "If you truly intend to apologize, then apologize to Mr. Lake, Mrs. Judy, and Shanie."
The villagers' gazes immediately focused entirely on Tucker.
A noble apologizing to commoners? This was truly unprecedented!
Tucker's expression immediately darkened.
Apologizing to Celitia and Ariel, Tucker could do naturally without any psychological burden.
But Lake, Judy, and Shanie—three ordinary commoners—what right did they have to receive an apology from him, a baron?
Tucker's expression changed dramatically, quite a spectacle, not inferior to Olar beside him who was still questioning his existence.
"Sigh, it would indeed be difficult for Baron Tucker." Celitia deliberately sighed. "This matter could be quite an interesting story—I'll be sure to share it properly with Her Majesty Marianne."
Ariel grew impatient: "What's the point of all this talk? How about Baron Tucker comes with me to the confessional, and I'll 'listen' to your confession properly."
This was naked threat!
Tucker was terrified, his proud neck unconsciously lowering as he was forced to turn toward Judy and Shanie:
"I'm sorry, both of you. I listened to rumors and misunderstood you..."