Chapter 25: What the Hell Are You

“Isn’t he awake now?”

Sun Fei sneered as he looked at Bazel, who was nearly mad with rage, and then ordered Brook, “Untie him and assign two soldiers to guard him. I need the Mage Gerger to play the role a mage should in the coming battle!”

A glint of cold light flashed in Bazel’s narrowed eyes.

But soon, he restrained himself again.

And in that instant, Sun Fei suddenly felt a creeping dread, as if a bloodthirsty monster was lurking in the shadows nearby, ready to leap out and tear someone apart at any moment…

He looked around carefully but found nothing out of place.

“Was it an illusion?” Sun Fei wondered to himself.

Brook, who had received Sun Fei’s command, clearly noticed nothing amiss. The honest man strictly obeyed the orders of His Majesty the King, responded loudly, and with a wave of his hand, two soldiers immediately escorted the half-dead Gerger toward the city gate watchtower. This was the fiercest fighting spot when the enemy attacked the city. Though it was a bit dangerous, placing a mage here could indeed play a significant role.

Gerger, the fat pig, was now thoroughly terrified by Sun Fei and dared not resist in the slightest. Groaning and moaning, he cast a pleading glance toward his father, Bazel.

Herald Bazel was about to say something…

But just then, another arrogant voice rang out—

“How dare you! How dare you two filthy maggots treat Young Master Gerger like this?”

Following the voice, a burly figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

This unexpected person was brimming with fierce arrogance and, without a word, kicked the two soldiers who were holding Gerger, shoving them aside. Then he turned around and put on a fawning expression, nodding and bowing like a dog owned by its master as he steadied Gerger.

Then he suddenly spun around, his expression changing once more, and yelled at several wounded soldiers standing nearby, “What are you standing there for, you blind idiot maggots? Hurry up and find a decent stretcher to carry Young Master Gerger back to rest… Damn it, he’s hurt so badly! Who the hell did this? Step forward!”

This person’s skill in changing expressions was truly masterful. Sun Fei counted silently; in the blink of an eye, the man had switched back and forth three times between “cringing servility” and “abusing power,” earning him the title of “Expression Emperor” of this other world.

Hearing the other’s self-righteous question, Sun Fei’s mischievous side came out again. He obediently took a step forward and said, “I’m the one who did it. I’m stepping forward.”

Instantly, the atmosphere on the city wall turned eerie and dreadfully quiet.

At this moment, the man finally sensed that something seemed off about the day’s mood.

Because even the bully Gerger, whom he was supporting, was trembling—uncontrollably. This trembling wasn’t from the excitement of being rescued but from unprecedented fear. The fat pig struggled to turn his head and look at Sun Fei, afraid that this lord would come over without a word and slap him another dozen times—a taste he had already experienced twice and didn’t want a third time.

Sun Fei ignored Gerger’s pitiful look and was busy sizing up the fool who had rushed out suddenly.

He was a burly man about 1.8 meters tall, with messy blond hair that added to his ferocious appearance. A hideous scar slanted down the middle of his forehead, and a black eye patch covered his right eye, clearly marking him as a one-eyed man. He wore shiny armor, and if judged by appearance alone, he could be considered quite the tough guy. But that fawning, bootlicking attitude made Sun Fei immediately classify him as scum.

The honest Brook leaned close to Sun Fei’s ear and quietly introduced, “That’s Military Judge Conca.”

Sun Fei nodded.

Right then—

“Oh? So it’s King Alexander? Ha, what should I say about you? Why aren’t you staying safe in your palace instead of fooling around up here on the wall? Let Gerger go right now—this isn’t a game!”

When Military Judge Conca saw Sun Fei step forward, he showed no sign of nervousness. He swaggered up to Sun Fei, gave a fake smile and a half-hearted bow, and spoke with clear impatience.

He didn’t hold this king in any regard.

Because this military judge, who had been hiding at home since the first day of the battle under the excuse of injury, had hidden himself away so thoroughly that he had no idea what had happened since yesterday. He hadn’t even witnessed Sun Fei slapping Gerger earlier, so he still saw Sun Fei as the idiot with the mind of a three- or four-year-old, and his words held no respect.

Herald Bazel cursed inwardly, calling him a fool. The old red-robed man knew things were about to go wrong, so he hunched over and coughed loudly on the side.

But Military Judge Conca clearly misunderstood the hint.

Like a vicious dog eager for its master’s praise, Conca worked even harder after hearing Bazel’s cough. He stepped directly in front of Sun Fei, turned his back to him, and arrogantly gave orders: “You filthy maggots who should have died on the battlefield, hurry up and prepare that stretcher! Remember, bring all the doctors in Shampoo City to Lord Bazel’s residence to treat Young Master Gerger!”

“The doctors are all treating wounded soldiers right now. They don’t have time…” someone replied quietly.

“Let those damned maggots die! How can their lowly lives compare to Young Master Gerger’s? Hurry, hurry, go find them!” Military Judge Conca said, completely unconcerned.

But…

This time, it seemed no one listened to him.

The old red-robed man inwardly called him an idiot but didn’t know how to salvage the situation.

Seeing that his usually effective commands were being ignored by the soldiers today, Military Judge Conca felt his authority was being challenged, which sent him into a rage. He jumped up and down, cursing, “You lowly slaves, idiot maggots! What are you standing around for? Aren’t you afraid of military law?”

“Aren’t you afraid of military law?” someone behind him questioned.

“Me? Ha ha ha, military law? I am military law! In Shampoo City, my word is military law!” In his fury, Military Judge Conca instinctively retorted.

But the next moment, he sensed that something was wrong. Turning around, he realized the person who had just questioned him was none other than the idiot king Alexander.

After a moment of worry, he quickly relaxed.

Just a fool with the mind of a three- or four-year-old—so what if he said it? Wasn’t it always like this before? Ha ha, what could he do to me?

But—

“Clueless fool!”

An impatient snort was heard.

Conca never dreamed that the idiot king would suddenly kick him in the back. An overwhelming, terrifying force threw him forward uncontrollably.

“This… how is this possible?”

Conca slammed hard into the city wall, and blood spurted from his mouth like a fountain. His eyes were filled with shock. How could a foolish king kick him, a peak One-Star Warrior, away like a dead dog?

“Did I miss something?”

Conca spat blood and looked toward Herald Bazel, only to be stunned to find that the man who was usually the real ruler of Shampoo City now stood hunched to the side, not daring to speak a single word in his defense.

Conca had once been a mercenary. Though he appeared rough and reckless, he was actually sharp-witted beneath the surface. He had wandered to Shampoo City two years earlier and, because of his One-Star Warrior strength, had earned Bazel’s favor, becoming a trusted subordinate. Bazel had gone to great lengths to get him the position of military judge. Conca hadn’t paid enough attention earlier and had missed many clues. But after this kick, he finally understood that the winds had shifted today. It seemed that the fool king named Alexander… had changed!

Conca’s mind raced, realizing that today’s situation was likely troublesome.

It seemed that idiot Alexander had regained power.

A chill ran through him, and he quickly grasped the reality. Assessing the situation, he ignored his injuries, scrambled to kneel on the ground, and once again showcased his “Expression Emperor” talent, slapping himself and begging for mercy: “Your Majesty, forgive me! I… I drank too much today… I didn’t know what I was doing… Forgive me, I deserve to die!”

A 1.8-meter-tall tough guy kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy like a dead dog—the sight made everyone around him sick.

“Your Majesty, forgive me! I deserve to die, I was drunk, I deserve to die!” Conca ignored the scornful and contemptuous looks around him, relentlessly slapping himself and pleading.

“Deserve to die?” Sun Fei sneered. “You’ve got that right. You do deserve to die! A thousand, ten thousand times over!”

As he spoke, Sun Fei suddenly stepped over to the two soldiers Conca had kicked to the ground. He bent down, brushed the dust off their clothes, and then led the two bewildered soldiers to stand before the kneeling, begging Conca.

“Military Judge Conca, open your eyes and look! These are the so-called filthy maggots you spoke of. Open your dog eyes wide and see—which of them isn’t wounded? Which of them hasn’t bled in battle? While they fought tirelessly for four days and nights, shedding blood to defend the kingdom, where were you, the military judge who should have been right here on the wall? What were you doing?”

The thundering questions made Conca, prostrate on the ground, tremble with fear.

But the soldiers on the wall were stirred and fired up by Sun Fei’s words.

Some were shaking with emotion, tears welling in their eyes. The king’s words had struck a chord deep in their hearts.

“Filthy soldiers? No! In my eyes, they are the cleanest people in Shampoo City. What do bloodstains and mud matter? That is a man’s true pride. Blood and grime cannot hide the clarity of my warriors’ souls… And you, on the other hand—even dressed in bright, shining armor, you can’t conceal the disgusting filth within you! If they are filthy maggots, then what the hell are you?”